Datin – Reflection Internal (Lyrics & Video)

Reflection Internal – Datin Lyrics

Part I

See, this is a story about a fallen star

A star that would fall (Uh)

Because his ego got too big and heavy to hold him up that high

So he would plummit, it's a story about self-sabatoge (Uh-oh)

Remember when your favorite rappers had mystique?

It would be an interview you'd have to catch to hear them speak

And share their perspective, either that or rapping to a beat

And they had PR, so they would sound so passionate and deep

But during these times, rappers could be masters of deceit

Some wеre jerks, but the PR hеlped them mask what's underneath

But then came social media, the captions and the tweets

We had access and could see who was acting indescreet

Some rappers we once thought were immaculate with speech

Were proven to be stupid, we saw their antics on repeat

One rapper comes to mind, a prime example is this geek (Kweli)

He has talent but lacks the character to keep

Him secure in his spot 'cause he acts insane with a tendency

To engage in these petty beefs, he has tainted his legacy (Damn)

Wasting his energy riffing, making these enemies

His trolling overshadows his work, it's faded in memories

I was a fan, I would listen to every track of his

He would sound so eloquent, intelligent and passionate

An activist, and I was mad convinced he lived the raps he spit

But now, all I'm asking is was that all a cap and fib? (Uh)

'Cause I don't know another activist this actionless

If I judge by his actions, it's obvious he's at his crib

Straight out of bed, wearing that ugly fitted cap of his

Plenty time on his hands to flip out and start attacking kids

7 AM to 10 PM daily, yeah, that's his shift

Don't disagree with him 'cause, even if you're Black, you'll get

Called a racist, Nazi, white suprem'ist, down with MAGA, this

Man's the most irrational human I've interacted with

It's obvious the Kweli's deranged, I see his game

He'll reach and play on his fans emotions, calling people names

Using buzzwords so the sheep are swayed and believe his claims

This reasoning only works inside of a peanut brain

His fans need to receive the blame for how he behaves

People's praise create the echochamber where he's contained (Uh)

They enable him, that's why he can't get his ego tamed

But today will be the day his evil deeds will be displayed

Kweli, you said I was wack and I lack the talent

Well, get up off that app and let's rap because that's a challenge

For too long, you have been getting under people's skin

But you finally met your match, let the humbling begin (Huh)

Kweli, you, you singleha-handedly

Kept baseball caps in business

Hahahahaha

Part II

Kweli called me a fake Christian

Along with these false accusations of racism

It's too bad for him I'm outside with the people

Plus, I'm verified, that accusation just ain't sticking (That's a fact)

Huh, Kweli called me a fake Christian

I may make mistakes but, listen, we way different

How dare he talk down on me like he is the saint

When he has a long list of alleged S.A. victims (Let's talk about it)

I ain't wanna believe Jaguar Wright (Nope)

But now I'm really wondering if Jaguar's right (Wow)

She said Kwe's a freak, he the dressing room closet creep

Ladies, if you see him backstage, you better call police (Haha)

I heard he did his artist Res wrong

When she wouldn't offer cheeks, he made sure none of her songs released

On a pod', I heard his baby mama speak

About the abuse, she co-signed what Jaguar has preached (Facts)

I saw them pics with Diddy on your feed, Kwe (Hm?)

I guess they letting backpackers in the freak off (Haha)

You had that baby oil gloss, defining

A brand new meaning to "Black Star, keep shinin'" (Woah)

I couldn't believe my eyes, I said "What a pity"

The conscious rappers having fun with Diddy

See, usually backpackers carry their book of rhymes in their bag

But Kwe might carry handcuffs and a couple mickeys

Woah, he's hip-hop's Quagmire (Yep)

Who ever woulda thought this gaslighter (Uh)

Would light the flame that would illuminate the darkness that hid his dirt?

His antics backfired, his fans are mad tired (Why?)

'Cause they can see past his tactics

When accountability comes, he'll spaz and act as

If correcting Kweli is an attack on Blackness (It's clearly not)

He'll use the race card to mask his crap with (Yeah)

Superiority complex, he thinks he is God

He's just a blind shephard, that's why his sheep are lost (Uh)

He'll call you racist and think that he speaks for all (Uh)

But anybody with sense know you be reaching, Kwe

Huh, and you call me a fake Christian?

You cry wolf so much, the people ain't listening (Yeah)

And now that your dirt is being exposed, we know

Why your old colleagues have been keeping a safe distance (Ooh)

Is that why Hi-Tek doesn't produce for ya? (Huh?)

It seems like Mos Def been chucked deuces up (Huh?)

And from the crew, you're cut, dag, Kwe

The last black star that fell this hard with Lucifer (Woah)

Your show's full but not because of your mic skills

It's full of white fans you have forced into white guilt

Yet you're on stage screaming "Power to the people"

While the Brown skin ladies outside, chanting "MeToo"

Hypocrite

If you had to put a number

How many victims are out there of Talib?

It's a lot, and that's why I'm doing this

I'm doing this, not for me, not only for me

But it's for a lot of people who

Who's been hurt

Part III

Let's get serious for a second, Kwe

Kweli, this what I'ma do: I'ma hold up this mirror

And I'ma need you to take a look at yourself

Because you're becoming your own worst enemy, you heard!

What's going on inside your mind? (Woah)

I have a couple questions, Mr. Kweli

Now if you're going eye-for-eye (Woah)

Then how do you expect to help the blind see?

What I'm tryna say is

Don't become that enemy you claim to hate

What I'm tryna say is

Don't become the problem that you claim to hate

What I'm tryna say is

Listen, Kwe (Listen up), I admire the type of artist

That would take a stand against racism, I applaud it

But your fight is one-sided, I find it kinda odd that (Uh)

You behave the same as the rivals you try to target (Yes)

If you're fighting fire but use fire to fight your war with (Uh)

Everything will burn 'cause that fire gets quite enormous (Yes)

Everyone is blind when it's eye for an eye, I promise

If you modeled the opposite, Kwe, you might resolve it

You can eliminate the sin you hate with what you demonstrate

But instead, you eminate and imitate divisive traits (Facts)

When I stood up to you, you said I was too comfortable

"Stop telling Black people what to do" (For real)

The conversation had nothing to do with race, that's an angle you use to shake

Accountability 'cause no one wants to be accused of hate (Facts)

You virtually signal for some fans, it's what you use as bait

So you can paint this narrative, but all dispute was human-based

And with that said, let me ask an honest question

Do you believe that you and I were made in God's reflection (Huh?)

As equals? Or do you think the shade of my complexion

Makes me unable to check you and that you're beyond correction? (Let us know)

Despite your answer, that's the energy you keep

Your spiel has sounded like a form of supremacy to me (Real talk)

Make sure your intent and what you convey are close

'Cause you're starting to project what you claim that you hate the most (Let's go)

What's going on inside your mind? (Woah)

I have a couple questions, Mr. Kweli

Now if you're going eye-for-eye (Woah)

Then how do you expect to help the blind see?

What I'm tryna say is

Don't become that enemy you claim to hate

What I'm tryna say is

Don't become the problem that you claim to hate

What I'm tryna say is

Listen, bro, where I'm from, if somebody disrespects you

You check 'em man-to-man, and that's what I'm doing here

But every time you bring race into this

It's like you're reaching for a shortcut

That's a shaky foundation to stand on, bro

I'm calling you out for how you disrespected me man-to-man

So respond to that, man-to-man

You don't need to divide us or hide behind something bigger

Own your actions, you heard?

Man, let's keep it moving, let's turn up

Part IV

(Push play, Rojo)

Uh-oh

Huh, what you gon' say, Kwe? (Huh?)

Let me guess, what you'll do is pull the race card? (Huh?)

Then you'll call me a Nazi and homophobe (Yup)

Lie and tell 'em it's Trump that I voted for

Right? What you gon' say, Kwe? (Huh?)

You wanna take a couple shots at my faith, dawg? (Huh?)

Tell me I'm a failed rapper tryna take your spot?

You a podcaster, don't quit your day job (Haha)

Huh, what you gon' say, Kwe? (Huh?)

Stop acting like a lil' B', no Based God (Uh)

It's straight bars if ever we were to face off (Yeah)

And all my punches connect like J. Rodg' (Blaow!)

You said you want the smoke? Then fine

I'ma give you enough smoke to choke and die

Potent rhymes, molting lava flows and, Kwe

Your new stuff's burger, without the Coke and fries

Did you go postal, Kwe? 'Cause you gon' get washed

Like a city after tsunamis hit the coastal line

All I need is one round, this is Goldeneye

And I hold a golden gun, no, you won't survive (Blaow!)

He prolly thought 'cause I am a Christian

He gon' bully me into a silent submission

'Cause "Turn the other cheek" would be applied, but he's trippin' (Nope)

This is gonna be like when Elijah petitioned

For divine intervention, you'll see fire descending

He'll be fried to a crisp if I decide it'd diss him (Yup)

Get up off your phone, put some time and attention

Into your rhymes, I dare you to respond, get to spitting

Man, don't let me see Kwe in my mentions

Or making posts about me to try and convince them

That I'm a racist, just read the comments he getting (Uh)

Most the Black folk don't even buy what he's pitching (No)

And, man, that says a lot 'cause the side he's attempted

To persuade ain't feeding into his lies and division (Nope)

It's only white folk that have been trying to defend him

Trolling on my page like mob and his henchmen

The online bully known for lots of talk

Met the real bully, a big dog that locks his jaw (Grr)

And I know you won't respond with bars

'Cause it will get real messy in the field, without the soccer ball

I'm serving punch after punch, like when boxers brawl

When I'm done with you, they'll think they were watching Saw

Mop the floor with you, Kweli, there'll be lots of gore

This so dope, when they cut it off, they got withdrawals (Hahaha)

Let me stop, hey, Kweli!

Come outside and run me my rap fade

Get off Facebook and rap, bro!

Your thumbs is way too busy

Either rap or keep my name out your mouth

And don't make no other post about me, you heard?

Run me my rap fade! Ayy, you shoulda did your research, bro

These right here, these is just love taps

They just the jabs, I got two haymakers in the stash if you ready

So bar up, let's go, you heard?

Ayy, this for my man Courtney Kelly, aka L Rojo

Who you disresepcted in the comments

He produced this record right here

And the other one, "The Jaguar's Right"

This for my man Bizzle who you disrespected

It's God Over Money

This for everybody you disrespected in my comments, you heard?

Run me my rap fade, Kwe

And put some bass in your voice, don't come at me with the

"I was up at the offices up at Rawkus

And talking to all the horses," like, really rap-rap

Don't, don't come at me like you came at Diabolic

'Cause none of that's gon' work, you heard? Ayy

Tap in with a real one, y'all

It's Triple D, aka Datin, and I represent God Over Money

And the Menace Movement, Brick City!

"The New Ark" out now, hey

Kweli, man

You really shoulda tapped in and did your research

Let's go, man, rap!