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of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
[Talib Kweli]
Yo you sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never comprimised this is how we put it down
to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my
to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
Exhausted our time
Running, stunting, we're gunning just tryna stay on our grind
All it takes is one look
Inside of the depths of our mind
Under destruction
shot running
This injustice is succumbing
To the court it’s cunning
One day I want to strive to be
the best parent that I can be
Because I don’t
I'm in my grave
Running from the police
Right
Gotta stay low key
Right
Got that thang on me we don't like to hesitate
So homie please don't get up
clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road
But I ain't
breathing oxygen and living
Life and falling in
Love and having pain and having joy is
Like what can I do, what can
I do with my voice, what can we do for
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
trying to give you the gems that I wasn't given
I know you hear my voice but are you taking time to listen
This is what I wish I had
Calling on my dad
stuck in a jail yard
When I couldn't see the sun through the cell bars
Now my whole world changed and it feels odd
Can't believe it, this is what I
expensive
Pull the rim down, dunking shit miles bridges
Free all my guys, eating time inside dem prison
Do you want the fame, or the money, which is it
I had
this magical world is quite what it seems
I looked above the other day
'Cause I think I'm good and ready for a change
I live my life by the moon (by
this magical world is quite what it seems
I looked above the other day
'Cause I think I'm good and ready for a change
I live my life by the moon (by
a butchers apron
yo I swear the only joy I get
is watching cold worlds burn
got a voice in my head
telling me its your turn
(Let's watch your world burn)
or wrong
I'm the one to carry on
I'll be here to carry on
I'll be running down the road beside you
The one to carry on
I hear your voice inside my head
I
My friend told me once my voice was lost inside of the sound of someone else's sound
And suddenly the sound of my voice is not mine anymore
He told
voice to override it
They influenced us by usin' niggas our color to talk 'bout drugs and violence inside 'em
They made Black women talk more sex
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
Woke up this Morning
With tears running down my cheek
Rest in Peace to ALL the Fallen
I can't barely speak
Explanations wanted
Incarceration
clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road
But I ain't
of my own wretchedness and my greatness.
It was the one place I could go to see inside myself,
to find love, in an otherwise loveless household where
I
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