Текст песни Black Star - Respiration (Flying High Mix)
Black Star - Respiration (Flying High Mix) слова песни
(Mos Def singing)I`m flyin` high, in the friendly skywithout ever leaving the ground, yeah yeahRest of the folks are tired and wearyAnd have laid their bodies down(Talib Kweli)We lyrically rich, livin, spiritually fitEating healthy, coming clean never filthyIn God`s eyes I`m wealthyFelt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lightsTime traveled participatin on battles my brethren fightFor birth rights that they already got, and shouldn`t have to getBreak down the steady plot that`s accurateBust the shots that`s immaculateTake it to your nugget cause my beloved covet they freedomBelieve it put nothing above it love it or leave itWe blessed with free will so we choose to be illLike sharks keepin it movin we could never be stillSwim in the channels of lifeThe orators of rhyme handling micsTiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelightsEverlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cashinNiggaz flashing (?----) classes sippin thug passion blastin Makaveli 4, I bet on brothers with nothing to live forTo give more to the struggle, they already at war(Chorus)So much on my mind I just can`t reclineBlastin holes til the night bled sunshineBreathe in... Breathe out, Heard the bass ride out like an ancient (mating call)I can`t take it, I can feel the city breathing(Mos Def)Yo,I pushed my pen and wrote this scribeLike the morning wouldn`t find me aliveI`m surrounded on all sidesBy the kind and the cool, wise men and the foolYoung guns attending school, ghetto classes include:Get yours, get it rightGet down, get paid, get ass, get aroundGet on, get fly, get jig and get highLive to get and you`ll only end up getting byWhen the nighttime covers the city like a cloakI approach and assemble my hopes, into notesHard to sleep in the city that don`tCause it won`t let you rest, noises on your doorstep`Nuff distressPolice department, raid the park bench on nonsenseCause they fear to see the brothers conferenceRegardless, we bond tight and we rumble all day to break nightDaylight, wifey riffin` to death - "you ain`t right"The same fight about my late night habits is mad staticBut the city`s so alive that I just got to have itThe planet of Brook-LAWN is what I look onGhetto chef rock your vest when you gettin your cook onDedicating this song to Scott LaRock, B.I.G. and `PacKwame Ture, Betty Carter and John Henrik CLarkRon Brown, and freedom fighters going downYou set the pace, now we finish the raceIt`s on now(Chorus)So much on my mind I just can`t reclineBlasting holes til the night bled sunshineBreathe in... Breathe out,Heard the bass ride out like an ancient (mating call)I can`t take it, I can feel the city breathing(Black Thought)Yo, YoI`m from the year-round shootouts to summertime cookoutThe wintertime grind with the shorties on the lookoutA chosen few know the rule, the rest threw the book outThe law stay on crews, thirsty with they hook outThat old-school bang out, Money that pulled the thang outThey bit him and hit him with a few, he just came outWith the sharks that travel all parts within the same routeNarrow walls closin in, cutthroat to exit at the openingWrong place, you wasn`t where you were supposed to beenYou back around the end, heavy wasteline againWith them same suspect cats that waste time againYa`ll need to wake the fuck up, and peep the monument in your faceCuz ain`t no time to waste not a minuteI seen my cousin (?----) said "Peace, yo where you been at?"He said "the final frontier `Riq, I`m up in that,and it`s the time to watch the place your foe and where your friend at,Cuz where I rotate ain`t nothin to grin at, I been atthe fork in the crossroads, the outer limit,See you can stand tall or crawl and act timid"The Black Thought with the Black Star, infinite(Chorus and ad libs to fade)