A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

TALIB KWELI lyrics : "NY Weather Report"

C'mon, Yeah
I like to take this opportunity, to thank everybody who been riding with me so far
It's a been a long journey

But they say your life's path is not about the destination
It's all about the journey
I appreciate y'all


[Chorus:]
It's my blood, sweat, tears, years

Struggle, love, hate, fear
New york city!
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere

I came to prepare
For the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather, we ride

Let my people go!
To a place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm

Check it out!

[Verse:]

Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, raps up a edge a lot
My people suffering, slave to another chain

This voyage is maiden, like my mother of the name
Is this your first trip to hell?
Avenge a capitalist, if it's a product then we got it for sell

When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell into line
I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars

When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the vowel
^!$$%z word, there use to be no bitin allowed

Now the gangsters no grindin' allowed
Probably see a fight in the stage, fore you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my people facing the storm

Homie we riding it out
You inspire what I'm writing about


[Chorus:]
It's the 3rd eye of the storm [x4]
Check it out! [x3]

Been $#&@ing around!

[Verse:]

I'm not a judge, but I'm handing out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors
^!$$%z in the streets outside to reach up for ministers

Not those that say they spiritual, but actual parishoners
Rap listeners, we open the black businesses
This underground %#@!, with samples to lack clearances

Once you get a past appearances
You could tell who %#@! is fake and who's %#@! is based upon the past experiences
We really been to war, hand to hand like crack sales

Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail
Female left to raise up a son
From the day he was one

Til' he twenty, and he raise up a gun
Get the blazin, fore the blaze of the sun
Smoke bracin' his lung

Young in his years and he's facing a ton
None of his peers wanna share the road
Love the child, care to provider

But they hand a blunt and share saliva
You ain't a rider
And you hustlin' backwards

To many excess, with imitating these crackers
So our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappers
Taking away all the work away from our black actors

Revelation is first and armageddon is after
Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural disasters
Fast food culture be this, is always a factor

It's the gratification
They want the cash faster!


[Chorus:]
It's the 3rd eye of the storm [x4]
It's the place where knowledge is born!
Check it out! check it out!
Talib Kweli!

That's what it is...
Break it down

Submit Corrections