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(feat. A.L., Punch & Words, Talib Kweli) |
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[Talib Kweli] |
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Yo you think that, it's crazy man? |
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This brother from South Africa told me that there's like |
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A Tupac tribe, and a Biggie tribe right? |
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And heads got like AK-47's and machine guns and |
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And and and Africans killin each other |
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Over some East coast/West coast, knahmsayin? |
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I mean that we deaded it a long time ago man |
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But lives is bein lost, yaknahmsayin? |
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Over some bullshit, yaknamsayin? |
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I don't really understand it yo |
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[Wordsworth] |
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Yo, reality is life and death, full of fights and threats |
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Murders, burglars, prostitutes search the night for sex |
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Rollin dice on steps, take advice from vets, brains are bright in death |
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And you can have accounts that never bounce from writin checks |
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Life and tecs, there ain't really much here |
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Either sports video games you deal or cut here |
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Jeeps or Porshes, a portion of dreams in fortune |
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Intercourse that I'm stressed to keep it or abortion |
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My topics full of plans, on profit from this land |
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A pocket full of grands to have your optics full of fans |
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I'm tired of dollar bands, shoppin carts pushin cans |
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And jobs ain't callin back, you better off pullin scams |
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To rack props, cops harass black blocks |
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Parents addicted, kids on they colors from crack tops |
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For jacktops, pistols instead of tissue muscle to bust you |
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You got a choice, either b-boy or drugs can rush you |
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[A.L.] |
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Life is too short, that's why I strive to live it to the fullest |
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Half my brothers are locked up, the other half a caught a bullet |
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To pull it, it's kinda strange like every night I got a full moon |
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I used to pull boom, hopin one day I'd drop a jewel soon |
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But hard to see that, with so many problems in my picture |
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My car ? that, I try to soft it with the liquor |
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We're dissolvin quicker, my streets are hotter than Cancun |
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Backstabbers'll shank you, say more than thank you and prank you |
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They're brainwashin us, that's why I never use the shampoo |
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The game knockin us, that's why I'm clever when the cam zooms |
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So what's the reason for the treason who you pleasin when you skeezin |
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Bullets breezin every season leavin bodies freezin |
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Forget excuses, puttin the blame up on the flamer |
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Hip-Hop is useless, when entertainers hit containers |
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Simple and plainer but crime is gettin stranger |
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Wrinkles my gainer, but in time we'll live in danger |
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No remainders in my chamber my eras are filled with toxicant |
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Lyrics my oxygen I get the spirits from my moccassins |
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My mouth is where I dropped my gem, I made the glock my friend |
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No peace in the East, little kids is throwin rocks again |
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[Chorus: Talib Kweli] |
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It's only one life to live so I sacrifice |
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But nobody came back from the afterlife |
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Life and death is the fate of the streets |
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Take it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep |
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One life to live so I sacrifice |
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When nobody came back from the afterlife |
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Life and death is the fate of the streets |
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Take it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep |
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[Talib Kweli] |
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The survivor of slavery, definition of bravery |
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Flowin like Brooks bust Nines in Deep Space like Avery |
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With rhymes made to be complete like A to Z |
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Or the number nine the months of pregnancy, what can you say to me? |
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Call up the travel agency, book a flight to the end of time |
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When the wicked get refined, the righteous kick a rhyme livin divine |
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Rewind, to the present state of mind right now |
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Where beef will have you dead like the first man to catch Mad Cow |
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Life is full of too much trifeness to chill and be enjoyin |
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I be in the inner city like asbestos and lead poison |
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My memories within the cannon of history |
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Ready aim spit-fire my artillery, in the faces of cats who grillin me |
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(Yo what you lookin at?) Quick to touch up cats who ain't feelin me |
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With the ability, to plug you in, like auxillary |
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Livin digitally, the only condition is critically |
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You still the man physically but I'm sunnin you spiritually |
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Consider me far from average, lyrical rites of passage |
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Rhymes comin out my cabbage, cold light up a savage |
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Take you back to baby carriage, yo, for what it's worth |
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Drop a master verse before they cleaned up the afterbirth |
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[Punchline] |
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Aiyyo since I was teethin, I was labelled a heathen |
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A demon, my pops must have had bad semen |
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Now all eyes peepin, the man with the raps |
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Been kickin since the womb and my moms felt that |
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Train of thought off track, cause I couldn't F widdit |
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I taught myself to hold ground on one pivot |
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And never be timid, call me the rap God |
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A slave to the game just like Amistad |
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I rap eager, a daydreamer |
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I seen cats dance for crack, like Gator in Jungle Fever |
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While the thugs bust shots til it just don't stop |
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I'll have a fat knot, controllin finances through the laptop |
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Enhancin your mind, at night when I rhyme |
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I spit gems that shine havin you thinkin it's daytime |
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I be the final sign, at any rate, opposin debate |
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For all rappers with militant mindstates |
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[Chorus] |
