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\"Good morning, Brook-nam\" |
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Another stop... on the train |
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(wake up... wake up... wake up...) |
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We come to a stop that everybody got to make... |
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Whether you local or express |
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[Talib Kweli] |
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What's the meanin of ghettofabulous |
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Not ridin the back of the bus |
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I'm a revolutionary antagonist |
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Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love |
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Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs |
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I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin |
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You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line |
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Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal |
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It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal |
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Listen, you hear the difference between science and science |
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fiction |
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We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the |
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kitchen |
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at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts |
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On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts |
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Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want |
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Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped |
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Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back |
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When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack |
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Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go |
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They come back as tales of niggas we used to know |
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Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory |
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Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad |
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stories |
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Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out |
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like respect and fade out like TV sets |
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into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget |
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you |
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Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you |
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[Hook: Talib Kweli] |
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Good mourning, good afternoon, good night |
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What have you done with your life? |
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Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light |
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You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man |
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I'm puttin up a hellafied fight |
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{*Hi Tek scratch: \"Stay awake to the ways of the |
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world\"*} |
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[Talib Kweli] |
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I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin |
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With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin |
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You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin |
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Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent |
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My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for |
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We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+ |
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Who said, \"Just because no one can understand how you speak |
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don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep\" |
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In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin |
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Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin |
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You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go |
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Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too |
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slow |
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Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once |
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harbored |
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You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr |
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Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father |
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Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother |
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Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper |
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Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor |
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The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ |
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It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be |
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delivered |
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[Hook: Talib Kweli] |
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Good mourning, good afternoon, good night |
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What have you done with your life? |
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Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light |
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You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man |
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I'm puttin up a hellafied fight |
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{*Hi Tek scratch: \"Stay awake to the ways of the |
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world\"*} |
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[Talib Kweli] |
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Yo, the time come for everybody. |
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It ain't somethin you can really prepare for |
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Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and |
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Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and |
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Grover Washington, rock rock on and |
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My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and |
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Big L, rock rock on and |
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Freaky Tah rock rock on and |
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Jerome Green, rock rock on and |
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Slang Ton, rock rock on and |