Текст песни Talib Kweli -  Eternalists   
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Yeah 
Now here we go 
Here we go (come on come on) 
Now here we go 
Here we go (come on come on) 
Yeah 
 
Stay strong this ain`t for the plain hearted 
My name`s honored cause my style is insane retarded 
Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas 
Take game farther than the Putt-Putt planes chartered 
The same artist who smoke rain forest will bang hardest 
My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise 
All city like train bombers 
Check out the pictures we painted (yeah) 
More colorful than Kelis naked 
Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited 
Even Big Tiger wouldn`t let you in the basement 
Face it y`all niggas face down with your legs kicking 
They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken 
Your down for the count like Rah Digga I`m straight spitting 
Make pidgins say, "uh uh no they didn`t" 
Yes we did so god bless the kid yo 
I got my own so I never stress his no 
 
Chorus (repeat 1x) 
In this journey you`re the journal I`m the journalist 
Am I eternal or an eternalist? 
As soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness 
As soon as we rolled up y`all burn to this 
 
Here we go  
Come on 
Yeah yeah (yeahhh) 
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on) 
Yeah yeah 
Come on come on  
 
Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain 
We taking over like mores in Spain there`s more to gain 
Runaways get aboard the train (come on) 
You can`t ignore the pain (no) 
When it come down like the pouring rain 
Caught the train of thought and claim to cross the broad terrain 
The cold weather break your spirit like a water main 
I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame 
Y`all don`t know that a greatnest came before the chain 
Till you can`t imagine a future where this all could change 
If one of us ain`t free then we all to blame 
So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang 
It`s all the same across the board we off again 
You wanna sieve through that shit then you can call my name 
Kweli I chopped it up like raw cocaine  
I drop jams in top ten I`m not for the fame 
You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes 
Yo 
 
Chorus (repeat 2x) 
 
And there it is (yeah) 
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah) 
Come on  
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah) 
Yeahh 
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah) 
Yo yo yo  
Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what 
 
I rock for the purest and I rock for the players 
I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on) 
I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah) 
I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah) 
Live on the mic even though I`ve been dying to write (yeah) 
Since the day of flying a kite and ridding my bike (come on) 
Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah) 
Cats dropped out of school to keep fiends high on the pipe (word) 
Seem like that`s the get away of trying to fight 
The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light 
Dying in spite of getting rich 
That`s why I rhyme like a battle emcee 
Battling the tragedies and fallacies 
That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality 
They acting like whats going on now is distant reality 
Behaving so casually that they become a casualty 
Plus they don`t wanna battle me anyway 
They try to walk away but they stubble like Macy Gray 
Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!" 
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day 
 
Chorus (repeat 2x) 
 
Check me out 
 
yeah yeah 
yeah yeah 
yeah yeah (fades)