f/ Talib Kweli




[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

^!$$%s 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 (*##$ act like she can't see what we been through


I (*##$-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