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Текст песни Tommy Tee f A.L., Punch and Words, Talib - New York State of Rhyme

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[Talib Kweli]Yo you think that, it`s crazy man?This brother from South Africa told me that there`s likea Tupac tribe, and a Biggie tribe right?And heads got like AK-47`s and machine guns andand and and Africans killin each otherover some East coast/West coast, knahmsayin?I mean that we deaded it a long time ago manbut lives is bein lost, yaknahmsayin?Over some bullshit, yaknamsayin?I don`t really understand it yo[Wordsworth]Yo, reality is life and death, full of fights and threatsMurders, burglars, prostitutes search the night for sexRollin dice on steps, take advice from vets, brains are bright in deathand you can have accounts that never bounce from writin checksLife and tecs, there ain`t really much hereEither sports video games you deal or cut hereJeeps or Porshes, a portion of dreams in fortuneIntercourse that I`m stressed to keep it or abortionMy topics full of plans, on profit from this landA pocket full of grands to have your optics full of fansI`m tired of dollar bands, shoppin carts pushin cansand jobs ain`t callin back, you better off pullin scamsTo rack props, cops harass black blocksParents addicted, kids on they colors from crack topsfor jacktops, pistols instead of tissue muscle to bust youYou got a choice, either b-boy or drugs can rush you[A.L.]Life is too short, that`s why I strive to live it to the fullestHalf my brothers are locked up, the other half a caught a bulletTo pull it, it`s kinda strange like every night I got a full moonI used to pull boom, hopin one day I`d drop a jewel soonbut hard to see that, with so many problems in my pictureMy car ? that, I try to soft it with the liquorWe`re dissolvin quicker, my streets are hotter than CancunBackstabbers`ll shank you, say more than thank you and prank youThey`re brainwashin us, that`s why I never use the shampooThe game knockin us, that`s why I`m clever when the cam zoomsSo what`s the reason for the treason who you pleasin when you skeezinBullets breezin every season leavin bodies freezinForget excuses, puttin the blame up on the flamerHip-Hop is useless, when entertainers hit containersSimple and plainer but crime is gettin strangerWrinkles my gainer, but in time we`ll live in dangerNo remainders in my chamber my eras are filled with toxicantLyrics my oxygen I get the spirits from my moccassinsMy mouth is where I dropped my gem, I made the glock my friendNo peace in the East, little kids is throwin rocks againChorus: Talib KweliIt`s only one life to live so I sacrificeBut nobody came back from the afterlifeLife and death is the fate of the streetsTake it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleepOne life to live so I sacrificeWhen nobody came back from the afterlifeLife and death is the fate of the streetsTake it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep[Talib Kweli]The survivor of slavery, definition of braveryFlowin like Brooks bust Nines in Deep Space like AveryWith rhymes made to be complete like A to Zor the number nine the months of pregnancy, what can you say to me?Call up the travel agency, book a flight to the end of timewhen the wicked get refined, the righteous kick a rhyme livin divineRewind, to the present state of mind right nowwhere beef will have you dead like the first man to catch Mad CowLife is full of too much trifeness to chill and be enjoyinI be in the inner city like asbestos and lead poisonMy memories within the cannon of historyReady aim spit-fire my artillery, in the faces of cats who grillin me(Yo what you lookin at?) Quick to touch up cats who ain`t feelin mewith the ability, to plug you in, like auxillaryLivin digitally, the only condition is criticallyYou still the man physically but I`m sunnin you spirituallyConsider me far from average, lyrical rites of passageRhymes comin out my cabbage, cold light up a savageTake you back to baby carriage, yo, for what it`s worthDrop a master verse before they cleaned up the afterbirth[Punchline]Aiyyo since I was teethin, I was labelled a heathenA demon, my pops must have had bad semenNow all eyes peepin, the man with the rapsBeen kickin since the womb and my moms felt thatTrain of thought off track, cause I couldn`t F widditI taught myself to hold ground on one pivotand never be timid, call me the rap GodA slave to the game just like AmistadI rap eager, a daydreamerI seen cats dance for crack, like Gator in Jungle Fever

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