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(Talib)
Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah (Verse 1: Talib) We sell crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through episodes too, like "Attack of the Clones" Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers, spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors We survivalists, turned to consumers Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself These words, melt in my mouth They hot, like the jail cell in the South Before my nigga Core bailed me out To get by.. just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky with the window of the red eye Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die" (Chorus: Background singers) This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goal's Just to stop smokin', and stop drinkin' And I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (by) (Talib and background singers) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by) (Verse 2: Talib) We keep it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk" Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk Yo, I activism - attackin' the system, the blacks and latins in prison Numbers have risen, they victim black in the vision Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly The TV got us reachin for stars Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug When, all you really need is love To get by.. just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch" We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop, what (Chorus: Background singers) This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goal's Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking But I've been thinking - I've got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (by) (Talib: repeat 2X - with background singers) Yoyoyo, yo Some people cry, and some people try Just to get by, for a piece of the pie You love to eat and get high We decieve when we lie, and we keepin it fly Yoyoyo, yo When, the people decide, to keep a disguise Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside But there's people you find Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin the signs |
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know, I can't afford to stop
for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget I know, I can't afford to stop for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget [Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals] Man.. for real I was in love with this girl, y'know I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man She was wild man.. f'real It's just too.. let me tell you about her [Mos Def] Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from the front She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn! What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin now" An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; I turn around Say word! You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played it long and pretended I never met her "How you feelin?" "Oh I'm fine." "My name is Mos." "I'm Sharice. I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally meet." We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is (fucking) with me mentally We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo I'm bout to merc, I say peace to the family She hop up like "How you gonna leave before you dance with me?" [hook 2X - sung] I know I can't afford this life For a moment That its too soon To forget [Mos continues speaking through sung hook] She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like "What?" I played it low though, I was like "Yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go" It's mad, the shit is so sick, I'm tell you Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just.. Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond To my mother man, she was that ill man She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin to me [Mos Def] Yo, let me apologize for the other night I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what its like Some brothers don't be comin right I understand, I'm feelin you Beside, 'can I have a dance?' ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper 'honey, let's exchange numbers' Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issacs Like 'if I don't, if I don't, if I don't' Showin me that tan line and that tattoo Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo" Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., 'come now', I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call 'I feel I'm runnin a fever' Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down Midnight we hook up and go at it Burn a stogger, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin me commitment is somethin she can't manage Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic Ahh damnit! This all Harrison Ford frantic My 911 wasn't answered by my fly Taurus enchantress Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up What!? |
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What'd you do last night?
We did umm, two whole cars It was me, dez, and main three right? And on the first car in small letters it said all you see is.. and then you know Big, big, you know some block silver letters That said ..crime in the city right? It just took up the whole car? Yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit... (Spanish speaking woman) escuchela.. la ciudad respirando (translation of Spanish: listen to it.. the city breathing) * woman repeats 3x * (Spanish speaking woman) escuchela.. (mos def) The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis Shinin', like who on top of this? People was tusslin', arguin' and bustlin' Gangstas of Gotham hardcore hustlin' I'm wrestlin' with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin' what will transmit The scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual is suitable Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable The indisputable, we New York the narcotic Strength in metal and fiber optics Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin' class watches Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options No Batman and Robin, can't tell between The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless With no conscience, back streets stay darkened Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin' You either make a way or stay sobbin', the shiny apple Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down Spotlight to savages, Nasdaq averages My narrative, rose to explain this existence Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance So much on my mind that I cant recline Blastin' holes in the night till she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I cant take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin' Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving (Talib Kweli) Breathin' in deep city breaths, sittin' on shitty steps We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept The beast crept through concrete jungles Communicatin' with one another And ghetto birds where waters fall From the hydrants to the gutters The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin' You on the wrong side of the track, lookin' visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin' to death thats painted by the numbers With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin' god But havin' children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes Gettin' knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene Thoughts that people put in the air Places where you could get murdered over a glare But everything is fair Its a paradox we call reality So keepin' it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality Killers born naturally like, Mickey and Mallory Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin' what you believe in For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggas Actin' spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New York life type trife the Roman Empire State (mos def and crew) So much on my mind I just can't recline Blastin' holes in the night till she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I cant take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin' Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving (Spanish speaking woman) escuchela.. respirando ? ? (common) Yo...on the amen, corner I stood lookin' at my former hood Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it Mixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered I choreograph seven steps to heaven And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened Veteran of a cold war its chica-i-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn't have a touch-tone Its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on Some of this land I must own Outta the city, they want us gone Tearin' down the jects creatin' plush homes My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones Surrounded by hate, yet I love home Ask my God how he thought travellin' the world sound Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown Its deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep (mos def and crew) So much on my mind I just can't recline Blastin' holes in the night till she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I cant take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening Kiss the ides goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving |
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[Mos Def]
Lawd, lawd have mercy All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenements Cause all my Brooklyn residents, heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHOA See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty What a pity - blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin and talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, Who'd have thought they was frontin?" Talkin Loud like you in RCA, get carted away with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like [Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli] One two three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, yeah I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, yeah [Mos Def] I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!) So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin It ain't about production and - what else we discussin? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed COLOSSAL, true original B-boy apostle Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo [Talib Kweli] You think you the shit Somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history Of spittin the epitome, of stupidity - livin my life Expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano [Mos Def] Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty millilitres for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just Make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By TONY COTTRELL, TALIB KWELI GREENE, DANTE SMITH Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC |
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Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies and mysteries Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously Battle in the wilderness of North America Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray Chased by predators Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved While we sit back waitin' to evolve Those who would trade in their freedom For their protection deserve neither Fuck a name, fuck tradition Religion, you learn Jesus Turn the other cheek Inherit the Earth, just stay meek Fuck the way you speak Try to walk, we chop off your feet Fast forward to 2003, niggas beef The psychology of children are slaves to run deep Hell yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples yo Yeah yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples yo Beef is not what Jay said to Nas Beef is when workin' niggas can't find jobs So they tryna find niggas to rob Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job Beef is when the crack kids can't find moms Cause they end up inna pine box or locked behind bars Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97 Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic Beef don't come with a radio edit Beef is when the judge is callin' you "defendant" Beef, it comes with a long jail sentence Handed down to you in a few short minutes Beef is when your girl come through for a visit Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga" Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get it And all your little kids is doin' is gettin' bigger You tryin' not to raise 'em around these wild niggas Beef is when a gold digger got ya seat and a A manicured hand out like "pay me nigga" Or I'm tellin' your wife Or startin' up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life Beef is when a gangster ain't doin' it right Another gangster then decided what to do with his life Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight Yeah, beef is not what Ja said to 50 Beef is more than Irv not bein' here with me When a soldier ends his life with his own gun Beef is tryin' to figure out what to tell his son Beef is oil prices and geopolitics Beef is Iraq, the West Bank, and Gaza Strip Some beef is big and some beef is small But what y'all call beef is not beef at all Beef is real life happenin' everyday And it's realer than them songs that you get at Kay Slay This has been a Black Star P-S-A From Mos Def, Pretty Flocko, black Dante And the Black Star embassy, B to the K ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SMITH, DANTE/KWELI, TALIB Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC |
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| 3:07 |
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(Intro)
Yeah yeah, Big L, Corleone My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down Flamboyant baby, for life We taking over, coming to a theater near you Check it out, come on check it [Big L] Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Better watch me round your girl if you ain't fucking her right You damn player haters never want to see me blow Flamboyant Entertainment CEO Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more And ... I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mindstate I never lounge where you find Jake Surprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake Run with me and I'm a make you a star When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3 Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit Selling niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock Keep the gun cocked, represent one block 139 nigga, the Danger Zone We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine Yo I'm out, I done took up enough time We out, no doubt, you know how we do, Flamboyant for life [Chorus (samples from Put It On - Big L (ft. Kid Kapri)] ("Big L!") "Corleone" "A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother" ("Big L!") "For real" "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" ("Big L!") "I'm a pimped-out nigga" "For real" ("Big L!") "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" [Big L] Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust till your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice brigettes Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed And I'm a run up on y'all and slice ya necks With the machete, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie I represent uno trece nueve Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh [Chorus (samples from Put It On - Big L (ft. Kid Kapri)] ("Big L!") "Corleone" "A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother" ("Big L!") "For real" "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" ("Big L!") "I'm a pimped-out nigga" "For real" ("Big L!") "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" (Outro (samples from Put It On - Big L (ft. Kid Kapri)) "I leave mics torn" ("Big L!") (Repeat til fade) |
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| 4:24 |
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(Mos Def)
Yeah, ha ha ha A-B-boys rock the world CD's and tapes help generate papes E-F is the important Def G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC Roll off the tongue like L-M-N-O-P And when I am done you will agree Mos Def represent most definitely Jesus what I used to rock it in '83 Drank up all the Kool-Aid at the block party Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady Wash this be the brown shoe on TV But now it's not dis and it's on like THIS My name is Mos Def, this is good as it gets Baby I make you rub your lips like sardines and grits My what still hits even when the record skip Even when the record skip Even when the record skip I don't quit, I don't quit We bout to make this one a sure hit Sean J. make the party people feel it (Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to introduce a very Interesting young man that has traveled from very far Away to be with us tonight) (Mos Def) Ha ha ha, what uh-huh There is such a place, that creates such a melody BROOKLYN No ladies it's a ?living G?, it's a living G, it's a living G LOVE LIKE THIS Recognize all area crew, whether you speak Japanese or Goony Goo Goo Son when I come through, other rappers boo-hoo Cuz they know they style's soft like baby doo-doo I will continue, to hit like a fifth of stolen Naya Puttin jokers on ice to get the cream like Breyer No secret, Mos Def is the one that hunts a Mya I get in my stance and set the dance on FIRE Spread out my wings and I take the world HIGHER Peace to the fam magnetic in the Chi Job-on, top Sean and my man Ahtu And all my other clan who reside in the Zoo Got a celebrated oatmeal broadcast crew Mos Def gon keep it naked like Um Fu-Fu (EDDIE!!) Put it here to the tape like crazy glue So when they bounce out of speakers they stick to you The way that I communicate is non-typical But high level like a 3-D visual I hold the mic extensive, exhibit level and dimension I radiate the space like a up-right bass Son I leave crews laced and escape wit no trace Sound official like the finish time at a horse race Here to put it in place, for the nine-uno-seis Mos Def set the pace, make your fam give chase Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific It's like that and you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic B-BOY, scientific y'all You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm bust it Baby it's in my chromosomes to ROCK Microphones sets who wanna test the M-O Best to leave that *nigga* alone I make no bones or poems about droppin bars I make the world full swing under the Mos Def YES I ring the alarm like tennis sore My style hella-raw, I keep it raw bone like Skeletor And you should go and tell your clientele That they need to get The Message like Melle Mel I got the -- locked like a Death Row show And if I ain't a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (ding ding) So tell your boy, (what) crew to retire Before I make they *ass* catch fire like Richard Pryor Nondescriptive fiendin for riches, callin earths *bitches* But most of y'all brothers is livin wit your mothers Your Boogie Man yankin up your covers Sharper than some new box cutters, on Parkay's and butters And Stevie Wonder's, to make you run and tell the others The beat lovers, and play my jam like the numbers Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat I'm bout to tap it on your shoulder cuz you got to know Now raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific Like that, and you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic B-BOY, (hooo!!) scientific You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm you don't stop Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific Like that, and you don't stop It go onto the rhythm you don't stop Now raise your hands in the air everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic in a b-boy stance |
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I don't wanna write this down, [world... premiere] I wanna tell you how I feel right now [world... premiere] I don't wanna take no time to write this down, [world... premiere] I wanna tell you how I feel right now, hey [world... premiere] Tomorrow may never come For you or me Life is not promised Tomorrow may never show up For you and me This life is not promised I ain't no perfect man I'm trying to do, the best that I can, With what it is I have I ain't no perfect man I'm trying to do, the best that I can, With what it is I have Put my heart and soul into this song [yes yes] I hope you feel me )From where I am, to wherever you are I mean that sincerely Tomorrow may never come For and me Life is not promised Tomorrow may never appear You better hold this very moment very close to you [right now] Very close to you [right now] So close to you, So- close to you [your moment in history is right now!] Don't be affraid, to let it shine My Umi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see My Abi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see [I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My Abi said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My Umi said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people to be free, to be free...] Sometimes I get discouraged I look around and, things are so weak People are so weak Sometimes, Sometimes I feel like crying Sometimes my heart gets heavy Sometimes I just want to leave and fly away [fly fly fly, like a dove] Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself [ow!] Passion takes over me I feel like a man Going insane Losing my brain Trying to maintain Doing my thang Hey hey hey hey hey Put my heart and soul into this y'all I hope you feel me Where I am, to wherever you are [ha ha ha ha] Sometimes I don't want to be bothered Sometimes I just want a quiet life, with Me and my babies, me and my lady Sometimes I don't want to get into no war [Black people to be free, to be free...] Sometimes I don't wanna be a soldier Sometimes I just wanna be a man, but Umi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see My Abi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see [I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My dreamers(?) said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people] My elders said shine your light on the world [Hey hey] Shine your light for the world to see I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free All my people to be free, to be free, to be free Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free That's all that matters to me (x7) Black people unite and let's all get down Gotta have what, Gotta have that love Peace and understanding One God, one light One man, one voice, one mic Black people unite come on and do it right Black people unite come on and do it right Black people unite come on and get down Gotta have what, Love, peace and understanding One God, one voice, one life One man, gon' shine my light Black people unite, now hop up and do it right Black people unite, now come on and do it right Yeah baby that's what I like Yeah baby that's what I like Yeah baby that's what I like... [Black people, my people....] |
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Yo, just relax, take it easy slow down I had this, I had this friend of mine Who just, you know, he was movin too fast, yaknawimsayin? I told him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta Just appreciate life, sit back, don't let it fly right past you No matter what go on I'm still gettin mine No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time Check it, it's like I'm fightin for freedom, writin for freedom These record company niggas I don't like when I see em My ancestors, when I'm writin I see em, and talk wit em Hopin in the promise land I can walk wit em Shitted on, so many rappers it's like I'm in the stall wit em Molest concepts, start rhythm, paid dues, bought wisdom As legends fall my godmother answer heaven's call Preachers' daughters get fucked in the reverand's hall MC's reckless ?I ball? why y'all wanna go and do that? Must've thought I was solo, the name just ain't the U-Ac No mo', still together Like in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the chair Holdin liquor in despair, gang signs in the air I shine in spaces where time is just a glare Hold the mic like a memory Niggas say I'm nice wit metaphors but these are similes Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation Sentences is life, I'm like chief up in this demonstration Still... ""Still gettin mine, in the"" ""ONE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE""sample cut and played in background in background during sampleCheck it out, everyday ha yeah This how we gon' do it for y'all Common Sense, Sadat X puttin something in your ear Something for you to grab For the whole world, yaknowimsayin, but it ain't free It's a fee, check it out You squirm wit this coughin, whippin cough Six days of madness and you might throw me off On this great ball of stress that they call the earth I'ma show y'all in rhyme just how much shit I been through And all the place I went to, always played the low It's like a competition, this mission here I'm tellin you Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is fellin you Crash courses, slow down you can't learn that quick Cuz I'm the dead eye, wit the red eye, from Chi to L-I I thought y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still growin And in a year or two I hope my girl'll be showin A male seed, praise God I name him Moses I lead people I want him to, that's why I chose this Now is the glass half-full or half-empty Common, why they tempt me? The king of the simply, bore in mic I always stay on top cuz I give niggas what they like I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why bother Now I'm a peaceful man, I don't want no stress You know I'm still... ""Still gettin mine, in the"" ""ONE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE""sample cut and played in background Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, some religion change-over Angel on my main shoulder tellin me remain sober Token nigga, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle In battles, I'm warring/Warren like a G-Child Searchin for the child in me, this style in me This release is like the piece that's now in me They tried to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the bal-cony Lyrically I put a hit on em, cuz I'm the style-Nitty Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty Tryin to get a chick to kick it wit me till the tilt Told her my Chamber's like Wilt Built wit her for a sec, let her know I had respect Less than a hour she was givin me neck, yo I'm still gettin mine... ""Still gettin mine, in the"" ""ONE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE"" ""NINE""sample cut and played in background |
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Common, common
Yeah, yeah, Hi-Tek Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss Unit in the stash the beats and never found the shit Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make it I'ma give it, as far as you can take it Tried to take the safe way, told you there's a gateway to skinny Many can find it but few can climb it I'm open-minded like a pothead Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed In the climate of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle I bundle, amongst you cold motheruckers The world is bitter, like baby mothers Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us Least God and the sun love us, it's the Sun God Everywhere is broken glass Nephews smokin' squares, nieces smokin' grass Try not to say shoot around my daughter, she already know to blast Catchin' the future, don't know who threw the past It's the, year of the snake and the hidden dragon Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin' Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion In motion like cars I'm down to Earth, at times I feel closer to Mars The world is yours, I'm hopin' it's ours Some say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babies Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me From a distance niggaz tried to appraise me I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me My days be spent, behind dream's tent Through the sun the divine being is sent It's the Sun God Letters from prison sayin' we need a better religion I'm a rebel that listens from a eighty-seven position I can't crystallize the mission lies within Born to die even in death we begin It's heavy jo learnin' what we already know And carry low swing on a chariot slow Brothers stick though remindin' me of revolution If the drama comes I'ma have to, uhh, pop his gun It's the Sun God, yeah To the sun To the sun To the sun ... |
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[Mos Def]
Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm tryin ta Aight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta Aight I hear what you're sayin but yo, aight okay Alright okay, alright okay okay Alright okay, I'm feelin you, okay Alright okay, alright okay okay Alright okay, I'm feelin you yo All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say We don't stop, the Body Rock All my people in Queens and the land in between say we Don't stop, the Body Rock Shaolin and L-I say you know we're fly, say we Don't stop, the Body Rock From the East to the West son we take it to the chest say we Don't stop, the Body Rock Check me out y'all I'm in the lab with Ab, I got the band they're fat My man T-A-S-H take it to your breastplate It's the Mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy Just shot myself a dime, see are you feelin me? Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility Let me take a sec to review what I wrote.. *paper rustling* .. "Mos Def and I sound par fresh" OK it's dope let's record this ('cord this) they gonna want dis (want dis) And all area crew is gonna flaunt this *clapping* And when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless My man T-A-S-H with styles glory great Great, great great, great great uh uhh uh uhh uh uhh uh [Tash] Up next we got CaTash with that West coast rhymin Bombin niggaz with the style that's dangerous as mountain climbin (ahhhh!) Cause the Alkie words I'm spittin be twistin while you listenin Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition Gotta leave you in position, twist it backwards like dough go While you starin down my throat like, "Is he drunk or is he sober?" WHO KNOWS, all I know is Tash got flows and got the technique to get the ladies out of they clothes I been overly exposed to the forty-oh's and chickens So I'ma keep it pumpin til the beat stop kickin or til the plot thickens, cause this is how we do CaTashTrophe, Mos Def, and the brother man QUE!!!! [Q-Tip] What's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it Sure as Mos is Def and you Alkaholik I'ma be surfin at, thing that's worth dealin Hypodermically, shoot up your feelin Figuratively, speakin of course now old and greedyness, seekin it's course now what we gonna do, eradicate them Shoot them from the jam, they fear disease [Mos Def] Tash Love... are you ready to rock the mic? Q-Tip... are you ready to rock the mic! Mos Def... are you ready to rock the mic? We got the universal style that you got to like! And ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic So turn the A.C. up cause it's hot tonight! And til the bright early morn' we be rockin you all Don't stop, the Body Rock! [Tash] Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced to turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's I blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave they braincells fryin slowly (FIRE!) so slowly I flow and express written consent, from the undergroundin niggaz Coast II Coast I represent cause gettin bent, I do but I'm doper than sherm plus the way I put it down could burn the perm off Big Worm, so peace and pipe this greeting of the Last Action Hero that be freezin rappers dead in they tracks like Sub Zero (Zero), cause Rico ain't no joke I eat your flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence when I'm home with my feet up [Mos Def] for what you skied up or treed up Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up Got the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up So niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition MC's screamin now for years can't rhyme without they mom's permission You just a young'un comin out, gettin gassed to run your mouth Wildin on the Runabout, Baby Pah you comin out Barkin that you want a bout but son you know the comeabout when Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nuttin Don't you know nuttin? My crew go huntin We keep it on the norm then we transform som'in And while, we do it, you bounce to it The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it [Q-Tip] DY-NO-MITE!!! Like Jimmy J.J. Swap down pen-ny, somewhere in L.A. (A) Now we got to bond like Voltron (tron) Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton (ton) Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee (thee) A-B-S, I bust down, facility (ty) T-R-A-C-T is the MC (cee) It's the LL, inside the place to be (be) [Mos Def] Tash Love... are you ready to rock the mic? Q-Tip... are you ready to rock the mic! Mos Def... are you ready to rock the mic? We got the universal brothers that you got to like! Now ain't nobody steppin up when we got the mic So turn your A.C. up cause it's hot tonight! And til the bright early morn' we'll be rockin you all Don't stop, the Body Rock! All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say Don't stop, the Body Rock! All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say Don't stop, the Body Rock! Shaolin to L-I and you know we're fly, said Don't stop, the Body Rock! All the people on the Greens and the land in between said Don't stop, the Body Rock! ... no stoppin ... no stoppin Out in Jersey ... no stoppin Philadelp-i-I ... no stoppin Chi Town gettin down ... the playgrounds Detroit you say ... no stoppin In Cali ... no stoppin And the great V-A ... no stoppin Cause in the Brooklyn town ... no stoppin And the Boogie Down ... no stoppin L-I and Queens ... no stoppin And you see Medina Greens ... no stoppin You know we, Lyricist Lounge ... no stoppin And my man Abstract ... no stoppin Cause see we never the wack ... no stoppin Don't stop, the Body Rock D-dah, don't stop |
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