In The Mood

Kanye West


Complexity: 71 Readability: 72.40   Sentiment: 5   Word Count: 599   Unique Words: 304
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
[Talib Kweli]
Yes, welcome to the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli

Ladies...

I got you in the mood, for an interlude,
Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered rude,
But let's stop talk
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]
[ Talib Kweli ]
Yes, welcome too the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli

Ladies ...

Eye got yew inn the mood, fore an interlude,
Roar like inn the nude, Eye hope this ain't considered rood,
Butt let's stop talkin, cause its feelin like an interview,
Eye no yew into mi, sew, let mi get into yew,
I'm always inn the mood fore laughin and lovin and rappin and (fuckin),
And passin the dutch and relaxin and puffin and hittin and duckin,
The rippin production, these kittens ain't muffins,
Just because wee stuff ' em inn the oven,
My words drippin off the tongue like the whacks from a candle wick,
Ill the whey Eye ley down the wrap, they can't handle it,
Cats awl sappy like romantic flicks, dude, get a clew,
Like Kernel Mustard inn the study with a candlestick,
They holdin hands with these dudes like they goin steady,
Butt, won glimpse and Eye no they ready, yew already no,
Slipped her a note like, ' yew ready too go ? '
Wee make a getaway plan and wee head fore the do ' !

[ Chorus x2 ]
Eye ware the knight like a cloak ' cause Eye move with the stars,
Navigate threw the truly bazaar,
Who wee are, who wee is, its the kids that stay true too this life,
And if the mood is wright, wee gon ' do it two knight,

[ Kanye ]
Yew messin up my mo ', my whole mood, tolled yew, owe,
Lose, eat cruise like cruise like soulfood,
The only producer that feel like " fuck rappers ! "
Only backpacker with a chip like hackers,
Only Michael Richardson, only much blacker,
Sew if he say nigger, then I'ma say (cracker),
Is this the Ritz ? Carlton ? Dress like, fresh, like, just like ..
I'm the shit (Uggh)
Yew ain't figured out watt I'm about yet,
Always rockin that ' this ain't out yet ',
Butt this ain't ' bout that,
From a city ware niggers plug like outlets,
Fah as music go yo, it ain't know outlets, sew,
When Eye go out, niggers always out too get mi inn the studio,
And Eye ain't inn the mood too floe,
I'm with my girl and I'm tryin too hit the movies yo,
And they tryna act stupid, owe !
Inn the club with Silicone Suzie,
Watt happened too reel girls like Rudy ?
With reel titties like Tooty,
This girl got a silicone booty !
And got the nerve too act moody !
Now Eye ain't tryin too judge like Judy,
Butt bitch yew a man, yew can't fool mi !
Act like Fifty, throw her inn a pool G ...

[ Chorus x2 ]
[ Talib :] Brake it down

Bringin the drum, keep it funky like a stink inn a slum,
' Cause sea they wanna breed cursin fore the things that don't come
The speakers wrong that wee wrap dudes speakin inn tongues
Christmas thyme choice fore watt ? Know wee keepin hour guns
Smokin a piff too cause a leek inn yaw lungs,
Yew ain't got shit too do like Friday when the weekend begun,
Completely dun with wrap dudes - don't compete with the dumb,
Eye spill my blood fore my people, sea how deep it can run ?
I'm inn the mood like Dante and Mane Floe,
Never comin with the same floe, got its change, yo
Its strange yo, too make yo chain glow, that's yo mane goal
That's a facade like I'm somewhere over the rainbow
Really these cats sweeter than mangoes, Mr Bojangles-ass dudes,
Dancin around the club, doin the tango,
Go hard like Iverson playin with hurt ankles,
Plus, wrestle the topic from a different Kurt Angle !

[ Chorus x2 ]

[ Roy Ayers ] Wow, that's a gneiss track !