 Reflection Eternal » Lyrics [+ Lisama +] |
1. _ Africa Dream
(talking) If you can talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance That's an old proverb from Zimbabwe You know what I mean If you can talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance Yeah, and the trumpet is blown Yeah, alright, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Alright, Wooh! (talking) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, one more time Yo, anybody can tell you how it is What we putting down right here is how it is and how it could be Reflection Eternal for real And with that- These cats is no match Plus they lack a certain knack for rapping Chasing but they never catch the wagon Like rerunning what's hap'ning Since back when They had potty issues and snotty tissues, we been rockin' Think you poppin' next year nobody will miss you My thoughts is too advanced for the artists on these labels They come sweeter than sabal and softer than mashed potatoes I tried to told you the rhymes run over emcees like Land Rovers Took 'em back in time like Sankofa, Sankofa We stand over the Atlantic, looking broad like a man's shoulders The fire is trapped in a belly, ready to pop like canned soda We outlasting, from middle passage Touched down in New York Cincinnatay! Big Ohio status what you thought Money it's classic these bastards try to treat us like cattle So life has been a constant battle, battle Rising above the crabs in the barrel Way too used to living in death's shadow We stay on point like the best arrow, arrow We hit the target accurate Star shit, back it up When we hit town, y'all niggas pack it up That's how we get down, straight smash it up Like a whip, hydroplaning Hydro on the brain and maintaining Game changing into subtle shit, we remain blatant Yo, got to tell you to your face You get replaced in this game, by Kweli Place the face with the name These cats drink champagne and toast to death and pain Like slaves on a ship talking about who got the flyest chain (talking) Yo, we the reflection of our ancestors We'd like to thank you for the building blocks you left us Cause your spirit possessed us Yo, you blessed us Thank you very much (7x) Yo, we the reflection of our ancestors We'd like to thank you for the building blocks you left us Cause your spirit possessed us Yo, you blessed us Thank you very much God bless you (7x) more free lyrics |
2. _ Memories Live
[talking] Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD. Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done. [woman singing] Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry In my lifetime, ain't done too many things better than watching your first son put his sentences together Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when I was the portrait of the artist as a young man All them teenage dreams of rapping Writing rhymes on napkins Was really visualization Making this shit actually happen It's like something come through me That truly just consume me Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge Took a plunge into my past to share with my son Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Like thoughts out the back of my mind Going back in some time Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line Look back and you find Tracks that make you relax and recline Now cats rap about packing a nine When they lacking divine Inspiration Running out of topics of conversation Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf And possibly you could follow me Tap into your chi Utilize your memory To help you see clearly, then get back to me Actually, nothing's new under the sun So when life be stressing me My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories' Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness >From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment Like when my people understood their prominence And my past life visions of the continent Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it I heard Resurrection by Common Sense Dominant in my psyche I chose my direction like Spike Lee To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God why Like when my parents first split up Yo, I was illin' Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children And I love them for that I don't know if they saw that So I'ma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x) Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies Let me tap into your energy Fields of dreams become my property When I reach my destiny like a prophecy Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories' I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury That float through my head like a sweet melody What you telling me Reflection is a collection of memories Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be Eventually, I knew I'd run into Hi-Teknology It was only a matter of time like centuries Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet I freak with word power, my man speak with beats If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred Hi-Tek beats became my favorite Hussle on the Side was the cut We started to put songs together like 'What!' Travelled the world, came back to the crib And hit the motherland Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans In fact, that's where I'll take the fam when the Reflection joint is done By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in African sun Like Wow! We made it We here more free lyrics |
3. _ Move Somethin'
[Talib Kweli] C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya Get 'em up, get 'em up what Get 'em up, get 'em up what Get 'em up, get 'em up what Yo, yo, yo What's with the melodrama? Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter Like it's a special honor The stealth bomba, gem droppa Make the ghetto holla, Inter-Conta-Nental Takin you high like sky divers When we spark with live wires Original, cavemen quest for my fire Express my desire to drop this new shit These record executives keep tellin me y'all stupid Now if they right, Shut The Fuck Up! Revolutionaries throw your guns up Whether you a bourgeois broad who actin stuck up Or some ignorant thug motherfucker shootin the club up We gonna make y'all feel this, break y'all spirit If y'all fake that realness, word we bringin it Ringin it in from the new millenuim to way after that I call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap [Chorus] Kill all the yappin lets make it happen You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment Better yet, dramatization Soon as the director say action you start fakin I start breakin The whole joint start shakin This ain't the time or place for you to prove something Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! [woman's voice and Talib Kweli] Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) [Talib Kweli] (Word.. alright bring it back to the top) To be continued... Lets see what's next up on the menu run up in you Lyrics that be fuckin with you In the mental, pick any mental - instru, funda, detri Extra Extra large like the borough of brooklyn the residential Exi-stential-ist specialist Like Sly Stone wit my poem and fly song Ride along with cats who live great and die strong, word We gonna rock till nothin else matters Y'all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment altoids Step in the high reppin the spot called flatbush Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust The abstract then becomes the reality Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity [Chorus] Kill all the yappin lets make it happen You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment Better yet, dramatization Soon as the director say action you start fakin I start breakin The whole joint start shakin This ain't the time or place for you to prove something Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! [woman's voice and Talib Kweli] Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) more free lyrics |
4. _ On My Way
[Vinia Mojica] I'm on my way.. Whether sunny or rain - I'm on my way.. Destiny is pre-ordained - I'm on my way.. Whether ecstasy or pain - I'm on my way.. I'm black and free from your chains - I'm on my way.. Whether sunny or rain - I'm on my way.. Destiny is pre-ordained - I'm on my way.. Whether ecstasy or pain - I'm on my way.. I'm black and free from your chains - I'm on my way.. {*harmonizing fades out*} more free lyrics |
5. _ Too Late
[CHORUS:] First you say that you have to go away I never should have been with you anyway Now you say you want to stay It's too late, 'cause I'm sending you on your way You say that you have to go away I never really loved you anyway Now you say you want to stay It's too late, it's too late Like a puppet on a string You came and took control of me Would've given anything To be your one and only Filled my head with fantasies Of what one day you'd give to me Full of hope for what could be (I sat and waited patiently) [CHORUS ] For a time you were for me Everything that I could need Gave me time and diamond rings But something else was missing You never stayed the whole night through I suffered, prayed and cried for you After all that we've been through I feel I never even knew you [CHORUS ] [BRIDGE:] There's no need to call me on the phone I don't wanna hear from you no more No need, don't call Don't be a fool and stand outside my door 'Cause being the woman that I am I got to go on with other plans [BREAK ] [CHORUS ] more free lyrics |
6. _ Big Nel from Da Natti
(Big Nel) Let 'em know how we do it down in the C.O. we 'bout to get the thang started Know what I'm sayin'? The year 2000 I'm 'bout to let these muthafuckas know, Big D representin' All the way from the C.O. Cinncinnati, Ohio - that's what it is Ay yo I'm givin' some shout-outs to my kids I'm just a real-ass nigga from the Natti I used to drive caddies And used to be a Pimp daddy And now I chill in the studio, roll wit' my niggas And we sippin' on Henny though Yeah, I like to smoke on the hydro Go to the club, might pick up a freaky ho Yeah, what's up my niggas? We doin' it like that While we in the bank countin' figures You know how we gettin' things started down here in the Natti You know, Come down here you kick it with me, Big D Y'know, ride out, get cloud out, smoked out, know what I'm sayin' Get things poppin' You know how we do it, got the forty fluid Know what I'm sayin', yeah, yeah more free lyrics |
7. _ Touch You
(Intro) Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, Reflection Eternal (Chorus) [Supa Dav West] We Make the Music That Change your life 'Bout to touch you just right All night we gonna to shine the light 'Bout to touch you just right [Piakhan] Piakhan floating on the mighty clouds of joy Building a future, yo, for my baby boy (uh huh) I moved form the hood yet the shit still in me And your opinion is nothing to me I have plenty like bein' out of prison With a roof over my dome And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib A Nattian cat we got em' snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and Killin' em softly with out flossin' But yet the shine is glossy and the run the lyrical train through your brain shit Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lane shit With the iron, ain't no use in you trying "I ain't lyin'" Through your ears mesmerize em' It's about time we started risin' Once again replace bullets with words, try to make it fun again (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] if the put my life on the screen then its got to Be the IMAX I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back What's that all about with the feedback? All up in my mouth we don't need that, the asphault is the place to be at Where the people fire burn so bright you can see that believe that It ain't light music (no) We make the right music (true) Keep it tight music (yes) Affirmin' life music (come on) (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips Yeah I wanna touch you there (right there) Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine Like the bread and wine, my brains embedded with rhymes That's ahead of they time, I rock the better design You cats ain't got the touch You all suck, like getting head from a dime I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin' It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint shake When you play this (yeah), your crew is haters when they come Through with the newest/latest (like that) Reflection Eternal Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple And the moon arrive, reflection through the night That touch you just right (Bridge) [Talib Kweli] With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm It's the rhythm, rhythm; yes ya'll the rhythm Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm Hi Tek make ya'll nod ya'll neck to the rhythm And (Chorus) w/ minor variations (x2) [Talib Kweli] Uh yeah yeah yeah Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (x2) Clap your hands everybody (x4) more free lyrics |
8. _ Love Language
[Talib Kweli] Yo, we're going to have the word love in many different languages translated all through the track So, whenever you hear the word love Know that, it's going to be in a different language The language of love cannot be translated, yo Love is blind, you just see bright light You up in the club feelin' the night life, lookin' for the right type Blood rushing to your heart making it beat When she swept you off your feet and made it complete You know the plan you had to conquer the world Thinking you Scarface, looking for that perfect girl And now you found her Started with romantic, then got to frantic Then things thats normally small become gigantic Now y'all sinkin like the Titanic here come the panic Bein with you like a habit without you I can't stand it It's tragic when you wonder when you lost that magic Without understanding that you never had it try to grab it In the bed gettin a nut off, communication cut off Getting mad cause you turned or wondering where she shut off Constantly comparing you to someone in my past We don't smile anymore, and we argue over cash Advance to that physical shit See what happens if you keep talkin See what happens if you lay a finger on me motherf... Yo, see what I'm sayin' It's like one big mind game that everybody playin and Niggas say bitches is trife, bitches say niggas is We just don't understand our fundamental differences I'm still learning though, actually I just do what come naturally, naturally, naturally (Chorus): L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries) Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are) J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words) Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you) [Talib Kweli] Women thrive on emotions, men refuse to acknowledge So when we arguin nobody win Words get in the way time and again Sticks and stones break your bones words break your heart Whether you in touch with that part or not say "word" Words are weapons for the revolutionary Used for evil make the situation very scary Word up, but love is brave It flies in the face of fear Yo, wherever you want to go love'll take you there Let's go, you know a flower that grow in the ghetto Know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows It got love for the sun, that's where I'm comin from Spit in this fashion cause I love rockin over drums Word (te quiero) I put my love into my music If you with me then you love how I do it If my heart you're livin' in your ocean I'm swimmin' in Never drowning got me floatin' watching you in slow motion Love potion overdosin approachin The explosion of my senses everyday without your heart is like a sentence in jail Trust I'll always be mentally free You got the key to let it out I'll show you how it could be Love {*different language*} it ain't nuttin but a word A chicken ain't nuttin but a bird Yo, yo, yo (Chorus): L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries) Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are) J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words) Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you) [Talib Kweli] Some of y'all in love with that material but love enter my life like a miracle and It reciprocal that's why I'm feeling you love We exibit our natural behavior Like making love under the moon in Jamaica Get you so hot you call the name of the creata The morning we hop back into action again Up on the wall lovin how the sun blacken your skin Remember when we explored the beach Swam in the ocean and saw beneith How the colors of the coral reef looked like the illest floral peice That's what your beauty remind me of It's hard to find a love like ours, taking it high above Them other duns try to spit game but, I dont sweat it though Know in my heart that we connected so I let it go Now if they call you out your name and that's a different thing Anything but Queen I'll go to war like a King Your friends sweat you cause you aint got a band But they dont understand Some things is meant to stay between a woman and man And they ain't privy to it so they try to get into it Both you and me see through it so the way we flow is fluid We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish Some don't love theyselves so they perception is tainted Out they joint like "Shit, he payin for your rent" missin the point When you rub me into your skin just like an ointment It's more than pillow talk, it can't be translated Learn how to speak it, and become emancipated It's a language Universal love... (Chorus): L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries) Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are) J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words) Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you) Love love love love, love, love (Repeated) more free lyrics |
9. _ For Women
[Talib Kweli] (Spoken) Yea, so we got this tune called "For Women" right Originally, it was by Nina Simone She said it was inspired by, you know Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole goddamn place down I'm over past that Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders [Talib Kweli] I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin' We got in a conversation she said she a 107 Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lesson She had her head wrapped And long dreads that peeked out the back Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories Felt like an angel had been sent to me She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black To afro then african-american and right back to nigger You figure she'd be bitter in the twilight But she alright, cuz she done sseen the circle of life yo Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman Her arms are long and she moves like song Feet with corns, hand with callouses But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped It to the love for her children nothing else matters What do they call her? They call her aunt Sara. Woman singing in the background [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual pain Seems she only deals with losers who be usin' them games Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain She tried to get it where she fit in on that American Dream mission paid tuition For the receipt to find out her history was missing and started flippin Seeing the world through very different eyes People askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond And her hair is long and straight just like sleeping beauty See, she truly feels like she belong in 2 worlds And that she can't relate to other girls Her father was rich and white still livin' with his wife But he forced himself on her mother late one night They call it rape that's right and now she take flight Through life with hate and spite inside her mind That keep her up to the break of light a lot of times (I gotta find myself) (3X) She had to remind herself They called her Safronia the unwanted seed Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) (8X) [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in Harlem Holdin' hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardom Since they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin' And now it got them generations facin' deseases That don't kill you they just got problems and complications that get you first Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant Cuz they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89 At 14 the baby hit the same streets they became her master The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster They bodies become adult While they keepin' the thoughts of a child her arrival Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival Now she 25, barely grown out her own Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin' out on the block Up on the phone, talkin' about (my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine) (But my hips, these sweet hips of mine invite you daddy) (And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine) (Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money to buy) (You better stop with the compliments we running out of time,) (You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's your dime) (From Harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,) (Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang) Scratches + Woman singing in the background [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds, Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can't read It came from God and when life get hard she always speak to him, She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em, She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon In church she learned how to be patient and keep wishin', The promise of eternal life after death for those that God bless She swears the next baby she'll have will breathe a free breath and get milk from a free breast, And love beeing alive, otherwise they'll have to give up being themselves to survive, Being maids, cleaning ladies, maybe teachers or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born, They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs, (But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,) (Like the love I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,) (I'll kill the first muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff) (I ain't got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,) (Still running with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,) (Freedom is the ultimate goal, life and death is small on the whole, in many ways) (I'm awfully bitter these days 'cuz the only parents God gave me, they were slaves,) (And it crippled me, I got the destiny of a casualty,) (But I live through my babies and I change my reality) (Maybe one day I'll ride back to Georgia on a train,) (Folks 'round there call me Peaches, I guess that's my name.) more free lyrics |
10. _ Soul Rebels
(Kweli) We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) It lives for us we don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us (repeat 3x) It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro' Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go Before this here blow like a volcano we get eternal, this is what you waitin' for, you try to front and play the role When you more like a pimp who pay the ho With my name up in your mouth like fellatio I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio Underground classics is what they used to say before Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo' (Chorus, Maseo) De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need We got the masters of the ceremonies, blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody Party to party, body to body, when we come into the jam we do it wildstyle (Posdnous) Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain It's the extravaganza we glad you came, made only for them heads, it's infra-red Aim For such a world figure, we got figures to gain (don't sleep on a nigga) I ain't Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane, been on it future robotic Since the day I came If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name Most recognized leo with my size in mane, matter a fact track is simple and Plain, Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain, Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo' sho' We be shinin' the same (Chorus) (Dave) Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was yea old Came to confirm the fact that I've been on the payroll Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old Continue til I'm dyin, rottin' out gray and old I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens Baby yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal, But they want to come spit your way so, so was I supposed to go and say no, Right emcees some walking straight, some take the gay stroll I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples I'm from LI we take it far as out as naples And scrape hoes who'll be willing to take clothes off (off) See once you bet it all against reflects eternal, you lose every rapper on a dept Y'all need to pay ya dues (Chorus) more free lyrics |
11. _ Good Mourning
"Good morning, Brook-nam" Another stop... on the train (wake up... wake up... wake up...) We come to a stop that everybody got to make... Whether you local or express [Talib Kweli] What's the meanin of ghettofabulous Not ridin the back of the bus I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go They come back as tales of niggas we used to know Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out like respect and fade out like TV sets into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life? Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: "Stay awake to the ways of the world"*} [Talib Kweli] I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+ Who said, "Just because no one can understand how you speak don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep" In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life? Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: "Stay awake to the ways of the world"*} [Talib Kweli] Yo, the time come for everybody.. It ain't somethin you can really prepare for Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and Grover Washington, rock rock on and My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and Big L, rock rock on and Freaky Tah rock rock on and Jerome Green, rock rock on and Slang Ton, rock rock on and We celebrate life.. {*echoes*} more free lyrics |
12. _ This Means You
[Mos] Sometimes, you gotta be direct with the people, y'know like.. [T.K] Give it to 'em (c'mon) [Mos] Yo! [T.K] Give it to 'em [Mos] GET, UP, NOW! [Talib Kweli] Yo, we keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for when the nightfall come, we in the right war Cats who spill blood for a cause, not just because Defy the authority and follow God's law Revolutionary entrepeneurs; who make the fans clap they hands and stompin the floor not start the applause (Ahhh ssssh! Yeah!) Thank you very much, without further adieu Let me introduce the rest of my crew, Mos Def! [Mos Def] Yo, I am the world renowned, verb adjective adverb pronoun preposition suffix prefix Original or remix, sunburst and eclipse Me and Kwe' combine like strands on a double-helix My speech seasoned, with dialect of my region Booga-nam Brooklyn Bed-Stuy Eastern Where youth and policemen, they nah reach agreement Pressure in the mornin, pressure in the evenin {*scratching* "Mos Def" .. "Kwe'-Kweli" .. "Hi Tek on the beat!" .. "brothers and sisters"} Chorus One: BlackStar (Mos Def + Talib Kweli) You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you You, you [Talib Kweli] Yeahh, alright yeah, alright yeah, alright yeah Alright yeah, alright yeah, alright yeah, yeah-ehhhh Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo, yo Things changed since we came out, been some shit in New York Niggaz stopped gettin jig in New York, bloods and crips in New York The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York Babylon live in New York, should I keep a crib in New York or just V.I., to handle my B.I. When with my A-Alikes we see with three eyes [Mos Def] Yo Kweli I agree I, was thinkin the same thing myself Smog in the city ain't no good for your health Things changed in New York, type strange in New York Forty-Deuce don't look the same in New York Just politics, tricks and big games in New York Switched trains a writer can't get fame in New York Internet and Wall Street got paid in New York Poor folks and workin class got slayed in New York Even still, everyday they make weight in New York Flashlights lookin for a brighter day in New York In New York they say it's - red hot Will the temperature ease up? Black I guess not It's multi-lane traffic, no sign for rest stops No corner breaks, put on your gloves and just box No dance school to teach you to wop and bus stop Better get up in the booth, hop up and just rock If you think it's like that, it's not so just stop All mankind time runnin down on one watch, just watch Chorus Two: BlackStar (Mos Def + Talib Kweli) If, you, are, just, coming, in, I, will say it, once, more, so, you, can, hear, cause You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you You, you [Talib Kweli] Yo, Mos Def and Talib Kweli bring disaster to the industry We best-sellin authors writin great chapters in history These cats undercover like gay rappers dealin with mystery My platinum grey matter spray batter that's specifically designed to make rappers break faster than eggshells in the mornin Inhaled the divine in that's laid dormant Water from the well STAY pourin I answer back when I hear fate callin Freedom fighter ready to attack at the crack of a new day dawnin Way more than necessary skills for the application My flow is Great like the Lakes and it rocks like Applachains My facts more than make up for what you lack in imagination You more confused than Tiger Woods when he made up Cabalaysian I'm sayin! [Mos Def] Break bounds like the jet Concorde Win awards before I leave for my world award tour When they scream encore, that's when they want more Flow steadily, whether I'm on or off shore High potent, zone coastin, no jokin Safecracker sniff gon' keep the joint open Peep the focus, high resolution, high reception My "Train of Thought" connectin with my bredren from Reflection like Chorus Three: BlackStar (Mos Def + Talib Kweli) You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you, again! You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you, we goin [M] New York [T] Philly [M] Chicago [T] Detroit [M] Miami [T] D.C. [M] L.A. [T] The world [M] London [T] Amsterdam [M] Paris [T] Japan [M+T] Any place that a human being might stand, we goin.. more free lyrics |
13. _ The Blast
Let me, let me practice.. hehehe, ehehe Talib.. T'Kwi, Kweli - I can't say it! That's wack.. [Talib Kweli] (Vinia Mojica) Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli), any questions? I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek and he from the Natti (Natti) We make the sky crack, feel the fly track, get your hands up like a hijack Fist in the air for (Kweli), keep 'em there like Natural mystic or smoke when they spliffs lit It's a revolutionary (party), they ask me what I'm writin for I'm writin to show you what we fightin for Say Taleeb or Talib (Kweli), if it's hard try spellin it phonetically If not then just let it be like Nina Simone, you probably (ably) don't listen B Even when we suffer loses I account the victory Sometimes it's far and between I'm sad to say it got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday I know my son wept 'cause his dad's away Stop cryin be strong for your momma is what I had to say [Chorus 1] To my little man named Amani (mani) Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie) It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli Who make you rock your body (body) Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie) It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli [Hi-Tek] I remember when it all started Back in the day when me and moms first parted Hi-Tek from the beginnin I stayed advanced A young chameleon, adapt to any circumstance Peep game nigga never been a lazy nigga Stayed on my hustle concentrate to get the paper bigger Stay focused, while other cats stay hopeless While niggas stay high I stay lower Stacking my chips to get a foreclosure This shit ain't over.. Going for the gusto, keep getting that provo It's Hi-Tek (and Kweli) on the track like Flo Jo Bet you ain't even know I had flow though [Chorus 2] Yo, make you rock your body (body) Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie) It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli [repeat 3x] Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing {Overlapping} oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing.. more free lyrics |
14. _ Name of the Game
"The name of the game is.." [Talib Kweli] Persistance, dedication Consistant, motivation, resistance to stagnation of information, distribute it free to the entire population No hesitation, makin it public No privitazation from corporations Today in order to be sane you gotta go crazy so remain on top of the game, and master your universe like you was He-Man See me and Hi Tek knock you out de frame while I'm stimulatin de brain in de "Train of Thought" that's the name of the Reflection Eternal LP man! Ain't nuttin new except organic produce that means that's free range You might see me on MTV, BET, or still up on the D-train It's just everybody else be seemin strange in they approach I see these guys and read they eyes Need to disguise and so I cloak into a cloud of smoke, I brown a roach to keep myself from soundin loc' Destroy they hopes of hatin Don't move aboard before they rock the boat Yo it's not the dope, these snakes will come in peace to slit your throat Give you compliments, with a promise yet to get me heated and provoke me to be rockin shit, shove apocalypse down your esophagus so swallow that Guess what you could be coppin that N'kiru Books for fifteen dollars flat Cats who spit knowledge on tracks and get bumped out the back of I'mpalas and Cadillacs All my live Cincinatti Bearcats holla back Tomorrow they gonna wanna borrow raps like "C'mon black, I'll pay you back" I ain't no lyrical ATM even though I'm nice and I'm a mack Better believe that, leave that crack alone And you see that there microphone ain't no place to work your self-esteem issues Do that shit when you alone! Nigga you is grown, why is you still suckin on that pacifier Quickly call that ass a liar, exposin you's my last desire Olympic skills so pass the fire I roll with niggaz that match attire Black aware, that's filled with gas but rollin on, flat ass tires Yeahehehe, yo hehehe, yo, yo.. yo yo Yo I got a special guest Lil' Baby Tone Tone, tell 'em what's up {?? indecipherable ??} Yo, true Yo we bout to be, tell 'em peace out Tone {Peace out} Yeah word word Baby Tone, what? {Yeah what?} more free lyrics |
15. _ Eternalists
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) more free lyrics |
16. _ Some Kind Of Wonderful
What's next? These chicken neck MCs get me vexed My rhymes be blowin' up chat rooms all over the internet And causin' collisions on the highway of information And then I head back to my prior engagement In the nation of Brooklyn Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans It's amazin' how lickin' shots is the proper representation Soon they gonna need wack MC reservations Cause I endanger the motherfuckers, they needin' preservation Carry 'em home on the top of a truck like a trophy Niggas still sleepin' like I'm Jay Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie It's cool I stay low key, keep a low pro Come out crushin' shit just for fun like Co Flow Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go Ridin' on the sound waves out your stereo In the procession to your burial Callin' Hi Tek little Leon the professional I got the special flow listenin' to estero Puffin' vegetables and now I'm red to go The illest rhyme animal like Chuck Burn leech niggas like salt when i lay in the cut Think you about to blow when you continue to suck The shit I've been through Make me run up in your venue like What! I snatch the mic and ask the crowd what are y'all waitin' for? They say nothin' but that fat shit I got you, say no more i laid the law and all them Crab rappers played the floor I called them out A couple of them steeped up and I ate 'em raw Some more wack niggas tried to spray the door but had no aim Later for them corn balls On the way out smacked them in they face with a methaphor For better or for worse you better call the nurse Before I send a cleaner and he get to your hospital room first (Chorus) What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do? (repeat) I'll take your style and embarras it with Words beautifully written like Arabic Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire like chariot Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it Put it in your face like big gats and carried it like Harriet Various crews tried to bury us But we shut 'em down like Sagiterious with That wack shit money you can't be serious You niggas is hilarious actresses Runnin around the club pissy like ghetto matresses That's why I smack these kids back to reality And how it be in actuality With ready to battle MCs who skip the fuckin' formailties We spark it in any club or meat market Sweet artists don't come on the block they become street targets If you want it I got it, come get it I'm with it Your career will be shorter than a midget And the world will know who did it I smack up these ho ass MCs like a gorilla pimp You comin' out the box like a gimp, money you still a wimp My shit blow out filaments and light fixtures With the right mixture of words used as colors To paint the right picture Graphic masterpieces your whole shit is smashed to pieces Make you look at your man who rhyme and be like, "you not nasty like he is" Believe this when you see this, and don't fuck with Me either, 'cuz you'll be down where my feet is Curled up in the fetus Cryin' from the kicks, watch when I flip People gonna be buyin' my shit like fiends dyin' for a hit, so... (Chorus) more free lyrics |
17. _ Down for the Count
[Rah Digga] Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh) Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!) Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it) [all] One, two, three, four [Rah] Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah) Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (HEYYY!) [all] One, two, three, four [Rah] Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil [Rah Digga] Convertible style, still had the heat knockin Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-C's Type of rap bitch that love underground classics Gettin more green than that nigga St. Patrick Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*} Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites Leave the party over here like they Israelites Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits [all] One, two, three, four [T.K] Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!) Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat by a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet [all] One, two, three, four [T.K] The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore Like Jim Morrison we break on through Before I care about your take on me, we take on you [Talib Kweli] Yo, yo, yo We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo Rage Against the Machine, break it apart Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot You straight bitch whether I say it or not Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track Put our town's names on the map from now until we fadin to black Where we at? Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto when the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly Get you high on speech laced with obscenity Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy [all] One, two, three, four [x2z] Why the fuck can't MC's MC no more? Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound [all] One, two, three, four [x2z] Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto' "Gimme Some Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust? Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush [Xzibit] I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie I see through the tricks, destroy the facade Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode Squad Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifth You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list It's like [All] One, two, three, four.. Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..) Yeah (here we go) [All] One, two, three, four.. more free lyrics |
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