Ridin'
Talib Kweli Lyrics


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I'm from a place
Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang
Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang

Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
'Cause that's just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth

Fuck a 'Creek, I care
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what pledge
There's a stank up in the Bush

Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, click the bottles

Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, stand tall

Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'

Yo, niggas is not original
Niggas follow the radio
Niggas think if you blow
Then you gotta be on the TV show

Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and shit on you
'Cause see you do what they do
They know freedom is powerful

Niggas is very visual
If we see it, we think it's true
Very few niggas make a move
And even less'll see it through

Crackas make up the chemicals
Then they call us the criminals
Crackas make all the loot
And we just get the residuals

Niggas will rob and shoot on you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbecues

Niggas sing the blues
That's reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say gawd is you
Niggas ain't really hearing you

Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if you don't unionize
Then you'll probably die

I hate callin' niggas, niggas
So I'ma take it backwards
But I got now love for Whithey
I love callin 'em crackas

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'

Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor
And they policies, my philosophies
Show you that the block is a part of me

Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge beef
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly

Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Who's got my back when the cops harass me
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or with the Caddie

When they call you, nigga they scared of you
They fearin' you so actually
If crack is gone, be fearing niggas
Then that's what the fuck I have to be now

It's a badge of honor
And some say that shit's absurd
It's more than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a bird

Pass it down through generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
The first generation of muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it proud

Country niggas or city niggas
Tupac niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi niggas

We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the shit
He'll still get punched right in the mouth

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'

All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga

You see, all they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Ridin'" by Talib Kweli featuring David Banner and Dead Prez discuss the struggles and injustices faced by Black Americans. The first verse touches on the history of violence and brutality towards Black people, with references to the physical mutilation of slaves and the legacy of Nat Turner's rebellion. The second verse addresses issues of oppression and freedom, calling out the hypocrisy of those in power and the struggles of the Black community. The chorus brings together a sense of unity, stating that despite differences in backgrounds and circumstances, they are all "ridin'."


The song is a powerful commentary on the Black experience in America, and the artists bring their own unique perspectives and styles to the mix. Talib Kweli is known for his thoughtful and conscious lyrics, while David Banner has a more aggressive and confrontational approach. Dead Prez blend political activism with a strong focus on Hip-Hop culture, and all three artists come together in "Ridin'" to create a truly impactful message.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm from a place
I come from a location


Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang
Where you have to display your strength and assertiveness


Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Where white oppressors would mutilate your body


Just to let your fuckin' guts hang
In order to leave you exposed and vulnerable


Right there in front of the kids
In plain sight of the young ones


I might as well split your wig
I might as well harm you violently


'Cause that's just what the master did
Because that's what the slaveowner did


But now I'm the new Nat Turner
But now I am a symbol of resistance and rebellion like Nat Turner


Spreadin' something to the kids
Educating and inspiring the younger generation


Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Similar to Sojourner Truth, spreading the truth and advocating for change


Fuck a 'Creek, I care
Disregard political correctness, I actually care


But you in doubts and go 'Woof'
But you hesitate and pretend to be tough


He ain't dead, what pledge
He is not dead, what promise or commitment


There's a stank up in the Bush
There's something suspicious or corrupt in the political system


Or a stank up in the White House
Or a similar stench of corruption in the seat of power


Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Engaging in pointless arguments and it's worthless


Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Here in Chicago, but notice the high and low aspects of life


Warriors come play, click the bottles
Warriors gather and celebrate, raise a toast


Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
Load the AK-47s, fire at the Ku Klux Klan


With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
With the group of fighters or the other two members of Dead Prez (M-1 and stic.man)


Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
The bodies of the fallen displayed like a wristband


You a grown man, nigga, stand tall
You are an adult, man, show strength and perseverance


Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Doesn't it hurt because you are not truly perceived as a person of African descent?


Country boys, city boys
Rural and urban individuals


Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Luxury cars like Cadillacs and Rolls-Royces


Whatever, long as we ridin'
Anything is acceptable as long as we stick together


Pretty girls, ghetto boos
Attractive women, individuals from disadvantaged neighborhoods


On the boulevard, in the avenue
On the main streets, in the city


It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
The journey is difficult now that we are united


Yo, niggas is not original
Hey, individuals are not being authentic


Niggas follow the radio
People mimic what they hear on the radio


Niggas think if you blow
People believe that if you achieve success


Then you gotta be on the TV show
Then you must appear on a television program


Crackas is hypocritical
White people are contradictory


Crackas will rob and shit on you
White people will steal from and disrespect you


'Cause see you do what they do
Because you imitate their behavior


They know freedom is powerful
They are aware that freedom is potent


Niggas is very visual
People are easily influenced by what they see


If we see it, we think it's true
If we witness something, we believe it's factual


Very few niggas make a move
Very few individuals take action


And even less'll see it through
And even fewer will follow through with their intentions


Crackas make up the chemicals
White people create the harmful substances


Then they call us the criminals
Then they label us as the wrongdoers


Crackas make all the loot
White people accumulate all the wealth


And we just get the residuals
And we only receive the leftovers


Niggas will rob and shoot on you
People will rob and shoot at you


Crackas will drop a bomb on you
White people will detonate a bomb on you


Niggas is having funerals
People are attending funerals


Crackas is having barbecues
White people are having leisurely gatherings


Niggas sing the blues
People express their sorrow and hardship


That's reminicin' the spiritual
That's reminiscent of the spiritual experience


But when you say gawd is you
But when you say 'God is within you'


Niggas ain't really hearing you
People are not truly listening to you


Crackas like to capitalize
White people like to take advantage


Them crackas a lie
They are deceiving


They say if you don't unionize
They claim that if you don't form a union


Then you'll probably die
Then you are likely to perish


I hate callin' niggas, niggas
I dislike using the term 'nigga' to refer to people


So I'ma take it backwards
So I am going to reverse it


But I got now love for Whithey
But I have no love for derogatory terms towards white people


I love callin 'em crackas
I prefer using the term 'crackas'


Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
Yes, I refer to myself as a 'real nigga'


'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor
Because Kweli expresses himself genuinely


And they policies, my philosophies
And their actions align with my beliefs


Show you that the block is a part of me
Demonstrate that the neighborhood is an integral part of who I am


Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter is


It's deep how the street knowledge beef
It's profound how street wisdom conflicts


'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
Because it flowed through me like a code


It's practical, not scholarly
It's pragmatic, not academic


Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Now, why do I refer to myself as a 'nigga', you inquire


Who's got my back when the cops harass me
Who supports me when the police intimidate me


New York, L.A or Cincinnati
Whether it's New York, Los Angeles, or Cincinnati


Can ride the train or with the Caddie
Can use public transportation or drive a Cadillac


When they call you, nigga they scared of you
When they refer to you as a 'nigga' they are afraid of you


They fearin' you so actually
They are genuinely afraid of you


If crack is gone, be fearing niggas
If drugs disappear, they would start fearing black people


Then that's what the fuck I have to be now
Then that's what I am forced to become now


It's a badge of honor
It's a symbol of honor


And some say that shit's absurd
And some argue that it's ridiculous


It's more than just a word
It's more significant than just a word


We flip the shit like it's a bird
We transform the matter as if it's a bird in flight


Pass it down through generations
Hand it down to future generations


Then cuss you out and say it loud
Then scold you and shout it proudly


The first generation of muthafuckas
The inaugural group of individuals


To grab our nuts and say it proud
To boldly assert ourselves


All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
All they have prepared for you is a prison cell, my friend


They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
They desire your death or imprisonment devoid of resistance, my friend


In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
In the streets, it resembles hell, my friend


But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
But we will rise above and live prosperously, my friend




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: CLAYTON ANGELO GAVIN, ERNEST C. JR. FRANKLIN, LAURENT P. ALFRED, LAVELL W. CRUMP, LAVONNE ALFORD, TALIB KWELI GREENE, VIJAY SRINIVAS IYER, CLAYTON GAVIN, ERNEST FRANKLIN, TALIB GREENE, Lavell Crump

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@lmoore7942

David Banner is a very intelligent bro & he got the right artist on this track Dead Prez,&Talib Kweli. All my brother's who play proffesional sports should listen to this before every game. True Facts!

@AbbottSupreme

u already know Dead Prez ma peeps!!..sick!!..

@MizzsMadSickYaDigg

i luv this song!

@QobSha

david banner's best song

@chinita41

Nice clip and love the pics:)

@TheFrosty31768

god will tell you, he spit from the soul...

@xreb2008

great selection of pics, the song is damn raw

@elbunker222

Dope dope dope st8 up and down

@lilram81

PREACH!!!

@cclark120

HOT as always! 2018!

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