The murder of a teenage life. Fire from the cold steel. The heat from the brights. The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath. The murder of a teenage threat.
I don't want to write this down. I'm gonna tell you how I feel right now. I don't wanna take no time to write this down. I'm gonna tell you how I fell right now.
In she came with the same type game. The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name. Big fame, she like cats with big thangs. Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range.
Modern girls!!. . [sung]. I know, I can't afford to stop. For a moment.. that it's too soon.. to for... . [Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals]. I say girls, girls, girls, girls.
In she came with the same type game. The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name. Big fame, she like cats with big thangs. Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range.
Say ho, everybody say ho. By the way yo. I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo. By the way yo, everybody say ho. Everybody say,. Everybody say.
Say ho, everybody say ho. By the way yo. I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo. By the way yo, everybody say ho. Everybody say,. Everybody say.
Hear me, see me. Welcome to Soundview projects. Bronx, New York, 10473. . Intersection action ribs touching. New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman.
This desire. . I come home high, and she start to cry. I can't take it. A brand new excuse does me no use. That won't make it. She at home with the kids, this is no way to live.
Ha ha. You know the deal. It's just me yo. Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, Negros and Latinos. And even the gringos. . Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock.
I start to think, and then I sink. Into the paper, like I was ink. When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines. I escape, when I finish the rhyme.
The summit, the peaks. The plains and the valley. The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley. The waking hour, the moment, the dream. The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream.
Boogie man, boogie man, boogie man. Boogie man! (hello children!). My whole life is real. My life [Repeat: x4]. A-ha, Brooklyn you know. My life [Repeat: x4].
Bright moments. . Bright moments always come back vivid.. . The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure. The pre-crack era!. . Mr. Schollmen, what a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin..
Hey, hey, hey man. I strike the empire back. I strike the empire back. Fuck the Empire!. High flying like the millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo. I never roll for dolo, fronting on me's a no-no.
This is the place. They say. People come from far far far away. To find their dreams. Chasin' down these meteors and comets called dreams. (Chasin' em chasin' em chasin' em).
[Talib Kweli]. So many emcees focusin on black people extermination. We keep it balanced with that knowledge of self, determination. It's hot, we be blowin the spots, with conversations.
To all my people in the back jam on it. To all my people in the front jam on it. To all my people on the side jam on it. So jam on it, say what?. . The sweet old beats my speech radiates.
Before Mr. Taylor taught the world to play. Before fiberglass. Before parquet. Before the word "Doctor" was spelled with a "J". And ballrooms were ballcourts where the Renaissance played.