Текст песни Mr. Khaliyl f Talib Kweli - Wages of Sin
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[Talib Kweli]Yeah, yeah, YEAH!Y`all already know what it is, this is famYo, Brooklyn raise up (come on)Uptown raise up, QueensStaten Island, the Boogie Down[Chorus: Mr. Khaliyl (Talib Kweli)]Aiyyo some people die for it (And some live it)Some people snatch what they can (And some give it)It`s not how you play the game (It`s how much you win)Fuck the wages of sin, we gon` hustle(We don`t get by) We multiply(We don`t settle for less) We take the whole pie(Don`t gamble, we invest) Cause the stakes is high(Whether we live or we die, we gon` hustle)[Talib Kweli]You all comfy when shit is paid up, like the car note or your rentLook out you broke, and now you got more Hustle than Larry FlyntDiggin up dirt on politicians when you got no pot to piss inSellin watches for commission, with fake rocks that don`t glistinHoldin up a block position, been a lot of options,for you to get in, stop the bitchin!You just ain`t makin no hot decisions - where the blood clot?Look how many gold-diggers the clubs gotIf you ain`t up on the hustle, find yourself doin the bus-stop,or the train station, with the change, waitin for a metro cardPetrified, cuz once you get the dough to let go is hardI`m a vet though and it`s odd to see these new cats splurginIndustry virgins think money make `em a better personSign to ya mans label, which is under a label, under a parent label,apparently you ain`t even able to sit down at the tableYou ain`t braggin about seein the dough,You braggin about bein a hoDon`t be mad at me, be mad at`cha boys,I just thought you needed to know[Chorus][Mr. Khaliyl]Yo, they try to gas me up (gas me up)But I don`t fall for the flatteryJust keep the people charged like assault with a batteryNow your mad at me, and your squad wanna battle meCuz every line I spit, got a money-back guaranteeWith a lifetime warranty, just keep the receiptUniverse is passing moments, but my world is the streetThey can`t dance and when they hustle, they trip over they feetThey tryna make ends meet like when they cipher completeI used to wanna be a star when I was a spectatorSo now I`m legendary, when I die I`ll be greaterIt`s funny how life is just like an elevatorBut major life changes ain`t nuttin to be afraid ofRemember (-member) nuttin in this life come freeCuz if I take from you, somebody else gon` take it from meAnd I`ll be damned if I let somebody take it from meShit I`ma do for y`all the way you never did it for meCome on[Chorus][Talib Kweli]Up in the city that never sleeps, black mommas forever weep,and cats whip Jeeps equipped with fashion designer leather seatsBut the team is never beat, and we always weather the heatStay with that mentality, I`ll bet y`all niggas never eat[Mr. Khaliyl]Yo, they callin me the Devil`s Advocate,but they don`t know the half of itThe lone catalyst, shaped for my master shitMake it tangible, firmin up the hand of these apesWho can`t grasp because intense, so they rewindin my tapesYo Kweli![Talib Kweli]We count down to armageddon like 1, 2, 3, 4We raw like C4, been here before and afterYou up and down like a see-saw,With your fake hustle, that beats moreLike when I ask my three year old son to make muscles[Mr. Khaliyl]Cuz muscles come in all shapes, and mine take the form of breathSo when I spit the air is thick enough to beat you to deathSee to die is to have lived, but you can`t even die rightYou like a candle on the sun, nigga you just a waste of light[Chorus][Mr. Khaliyl (Talib Kweli)]Come on eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh(It`s like, it`s like, it`s like)Come on, come on, come on (Uh, uh, uh, it` like)Yea yea yea yea yea yea (Yo, it`s like, uh)Yea yea yea (Come on it`s like)Raw Series, Mr. Man (Come on, it`s like)(Yo, yo, it`s like)Kweli, Reflect `Ternal(Y`all wanna get a peice) C-SmithRawkus Records, Raw Series EntertainmentMake it nice like that for you..