- Talib Kweli Eternalists 歌詞
- Talib Kweli
- 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 aint for the faint hearted
My names honored cause my style is insane retarded
Remain hottest from
St. Marks to
St. Thomas
Take game farther than the put-put planes charted
The same artist who smoke rain forest and 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 Tigger wouldnt let you in
The Basement
Face it yall niggas face down with your legs kicking
They call your momma
Roy Jones cause she raise chicken
Youre Down for the
Count like
Rah Digga
Im straight spittin
Make pigeons say, 'Uh uh, no they didntYes, we did so God bless the kid yoI got my own so I never stress his noIn this journey youre the journal Im the journalistAm I eternal or an eternalist?Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousnessAs soon as we rolled up, yall niggas burn to thisIn this journey youre the journal Im the journalistAm I eternal or an eternalist?Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousnessAs soon as we rolled up, yall niggas burn to thiHere we goYo we send this bullet straight towards your brainWe taking over like Moors in Spain theres more to gainRunaways get aboard the train come onYou cant ignore the pain noWhen it come down like the pouring rainCaught the train of thought it clanked across the raw terrainThe cold weather break your spirit like a water mainI looked in your eyes and I saw the shameYall dont know that our greatness came before the chainsNo you cant imagine a future where this all can changeIf one of us aint free then we all to blameSo we attack each other fighting project wars and thangIts all the same across the board we fall for gameYou wanna see through that shit then you can call my nameKweli I chop it up like raw cocaineI drop gems at top ten, Im not for the fameYou wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes yoIn this journey youre the journal Im the journalistAm I eternal or an eternalist?Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousnessAs soon as we rolled up, yall niggas burn to thisIn this journey youre the journal Im the journalistAm I eternal or an eternalist?Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousnessAs soon as we rolled up, yall niggas burn to thisAnd there it isSay what? Say what, say what, say whatI rock for the purists and I rock for the playersI rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies, come onI rock for the elders and I rock for the babies, yeahI rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night, yeahLive on the mic even though Ive been dying to write, yeahSince the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike, come onOpen my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight, yeahNow cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe,wordSeem like thats the ghetto way of tryin to fightThe system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your lightWe dying in spite of getting richThats why I rhyme like a battle emceeBattling the tragedies and fallaciesThat be killing niggas quicker than infant mortalityThey acting like whats going on now is distant realityBehaving so casually that they become a casualtyPlus they dont wanna battle me anywayThey try to walk away but they stumble like Macy GrayCats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, '
Hey DJ'Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy dayIn this journey youre the journal Im the journalistAm I eternal or an eternalist?Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousnessAs soon as we rolled up, yall niggas burn to thisIn this journey youre the journal Im the journalistAm I eternal or an eternalist ?Soon as we showed up, I sensed nervousnessAs soon as we rolled up, yall niggas burn to thisCheck me out
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