[Chorus]
For every second of
Every minute of
Every hour of
Every day of
My life, I stayed plugged
And away from fake thugs
Celebrate make love
Y'all stay up
(Repeat 2X)
[Verse 1]
My people rise we immune to the evil eye
We in the times when mosquito bites make people die
Birds falling out the sky from the pesticides
Niggas survive with no time for the wonder why
Get high, get fly, get wonderful
Rock earth tones, language is colorful
Walking light with the big sticks through the night
Find a beautiful life through usual strife
We throw change-ups
Now it's time to switch the game up
Brooklyn lick-shot
Let the heaters spit the flame up
Mentioning those who came up
Always bringing Kweli name up
We off the hook
Them other cats got hang ups
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
We came from fourty acres and a cheap mule
None of what we do
Is smoke blunts, drink forties, get paper and keep to
Crews carry out justice with street rules
Think what they need to, pay deep dues to heap fews
Murder machines, designer jeans we bleed through
The weak fools in the elite few are see-through
You peep who fake if your eyes are keen to reality
You see who cling to the mind state of fallacy
They can't face the tragedy of spiritual depravity
They see the situation but they don't know the gravity
I mastered the response by following the calling
The light shining behind me casting shadows on the fallen
For, every second of, the night we wrecking clubs
Get the people's hands up above
Get respect and love worldwide
International, son of the black national
And pan-african back again over soul beats
Hold heat like the sunshine
(Truly?) for one time
No peace ever since justice become blind
That bitch act like she can't see what we been through
I bitch-slap mics, raise my voice and continue like that
Yes we rocking like that, that, that
We gonna continue like that, that
Like that, that
Like that, that
That, that, that, that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Rocking and shocking the house
Youngblood brass band
Hot and we knocking 'em out
Kweli from Brooklyn and we
Drop from the top to the south
So what now?
Showing you all what it's all about
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
(repeat 4X)
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
[Talib Kweli] [Chorus] For every second of Every minute of Every hour of Every day of My life, I stayed plugged And away from fake thugs Celebrate make love Y'all stay up (Repeat 2X) [Verse 1] My people rise we immune to the evil eye We in the times when mosquito bites make people die Birds falling out the sky from the pesticides Niggas survive with no time for the wonder why Get high, get fly, get wonderful Rock earth tones, language is colorful Walking light with the big sticks through the night Find a beautiful life through usual strife We throw change-ups Now it's time to switch the game up Brooklyn lick-shot Let the heaters spit the flame up Mentioning those who came up Always bringing Kweli name up We off the hook Them other cats got hang ups [Chorus] [Verse 2] We came from fourty acres and a cheap mule None of what we do Is smoke blunts, drink forties, get paper and keep to Crews carry out justice with street rules Think what they need to, pay deep dues to heap fews Murder machines, designer jeans we bleed through The weak fools in the elite few are see-through You peep who fake if your eyes are keen to reality You see who cling to the mind state of fallacy They can't face the tragedy of spiritual depravity They see the situation but they don't know the gravity I mastered the response by following the calling The light shining behind me casting shadows on the fallen For, every second of, the night we wrecking clubs Get the people's hands up above Get respect and love worldwide International, son of the black national And pan-african back again over soul beats Hold heat like the sunshine (Truly?) for one time No peace ever since justice become blind That bitch act like she can't see what we been through I bitch-slap mics, raise my voice and continue like that Yes we rocking like that, that, that We gonna continue like that, that Like that, that Like that, that That, that, that, that [Chorus] [Verse 3] Rocking and shocking the house Youngblood brass band Hot and we knocking 'em out Kweli from Brooklyn and we Drop from the top to the south So what now? Showing you all what it's all about In the language of those who blast before they talk it out (repeat 4X) In the language of those who blast before they talk it out In the language of those who blast before they talk it out In the language of those who blast before they talk it out Explain Request ×
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