High rises, day breaks
Clouds hide the sunâs rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
Itâs darkest before light
Iâm gonna push through
Turbo charged bars
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game stars in these rap wars
Ainât nothing band-aids wonât cover
Touring with 7D coverage
Live bands, two buses, my own cash
No budget, no major label fundings, Jets baby
We went from crawling to walking to running
You canât see nothing, you under gag order
Hopping out of Audiâs hurting yâall with kicks, Iâm the Transporter
Think about it, never mind, you ainât gotta
Iâm already on some whole other, word to yo muâfuckinâ self
Nobody else gonâ do it for ya, nobody else
Every now and then someoneâll offer ya help, but they ainât doing nothing
âTil they really see you tryna do something, I ainât bluffing
Kush puffing on you jive turkeys
Stuffing stockings with these gifts
Audible applaudables homie take a wiff
When you a man, action is whatâs expected, nothing is spoken on
Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond
My flow is tom-foolery
I smoke these poor rappers so fast they call me [?]
I beautifully exude the vibe thatâs free of ambiguity
Ya goonery for the sake of goonery is cartoons to me
Itâs coonery, itâs lunacy, letâs make a plan
Only way that you hang is attached to a tree
The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently
She make it rain
When Iâm on fire, she always try to douse me
Only reason that you make it rain is âcause your diamonds cloudy
I see you from a mile away when it get overcast
Old people feel it in they bones, invade your home like a broken glass
And let myself in, fighting for freedom like the people in Tunisia
Spread through Sudan and Egypt, this the music for the movement
The score to your achievements, never join âem so you gotta beat âem
Itâs carpe diem hey (hey) yeah
Like kindergarteners
My visionâs bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street corners
Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya
The starvingâll speed on ya, stampede on ya
Impede on your pockets then pee on ya
Dreams of us living lavish in fabrics of fine linens
Spending, established, with women dining and laughing
But this environment got us violent, ready to crash in
To society, take this driver seat, hope you fastened
Your seatbelts twice, when I rolled them dice, I crapped
So many times I can build casinos from scratch
Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax
Thatâs what my mental say, but my physicalâs been detached, Iâm on some other shit
Like fuck the government, Iâm higher rankings, whereâs the mothership?
I made a covenant that I was changing but my luck is bent
Quite disgusting when reality tainted, where the fuck you been?
Left him face down like he was planking
In a cold world where old girl and her homeboy got a motive
You can bench curl your tribulations, that sensationâs insulting
Got a wifey or a mistress, nigga which one you indulging?
Regardless of who you pick know lifeâs a bitch when you ainât focused nigga
Iâm focused
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- Gravitas
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- Beautiful (Single)
- Right About Now: The Official Sucka Free Mix CD
- The Beautiful Struggle
- Miscellaneous
- Cold Rain (Single)
- Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek: Train Of Thought
- Quality (Explicit Version)
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- The Best of Brooklyn Underground Hip Hop
- Gutter Rainbows Deluxe
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