The Beautiful Struggle
Talib Kweli lyrics
Talib Kweli lyrics
"Back Up Offa Me Lyrics"
Apple Of Your Eye Lyrics
Maybe take just one more look around When you need a friend To go on the ground You must fend for yourself Till you win, win the race Then you laugh in their face Swear me in, I'll testify I'll be the apple of your eye When you count the millio
Maybe take just one more look around When you need a friend To go on the ground You must fend for yourself Till you win, win the race Then you laugh in their face Swear me in, I'll testify I'll be the apple of your eye When you count the millio
(Talib Kweli)
Whoa, yeah, yeah
When you doing you, and you real fly with it
It's like niggaz always wanna check you, know what I'm saying?
Always wanna make sure you keeping it real, keeping it real
Nigga, nigga do you
(Hook)
(Hi-Tek)
Back up offa me, back up offa me
(Talib Kweli)
Won't you get out my face, better stay in your place
I'm fed up, how much can I take
Yo, you need to just
(Hi-Tek)
Back up offa me, back up offa me
(Talib Kweli)
I got money to make, not a minute to waste
I need space when I try to create
Yo, you need to just
(Hi-Tek)
Back up offa me (see me in the Cut')
Back up offa me (trying to
A Los Tambores Lyrics
sobre el pellejo del bombo la sangre retumba (retumba) canta la hinchada alocada en su furia tribal cuantos dias van? cuantos a?os van? cuantos hijos van? y la gente ke sigue so?ando las cosas ke otros creian viven cantando consignas ke antes valian ya no...ya no vale mas ke no...valen valen valen muc
roll up)sobre el pellejo del bombo la sangre retumba (retumba) canta la hinchada alocada en su furia tribal cuantos dias van? cuantos a?os van? cuantos hijos van? y la gente ke sigue so?ando las cosas ke otros creian viven cantando consignas ke antes valian ya no...ya no vale mas ke no...valen valen valen muc
Back up offa me (or we can roll up)
Back up offa me (ay, yo, motherfucker, hold up)
(Verse 1)
(Talib Kweli)
Ton', what is this?
I know he ain't talking, this is grown-man business
Be your own man, stand on your own feet
I thought we was homies
But you comin' at me like you don't know me
You think you do, but your probably wrong
Arms around you buy more babies than Ashanti songs, oh baby
I know you don't get it
Try to walk in my shoes, I know you won't fit it
Just 'cause I know you and your flow, too
There's more to it, you won't get it, I don't owe you
You want Hi-Tek to do a record for you
So niggaz is checking for you
Cut the b
Este Immenso Show Lyrics
en compania las cosas son perfectas en casas frias o bajo lunas llenas cuando se esta dentro de la noche en compania no hay desilusiones en compania siempre estas a flote hasta esas veces que se esta en silencio hay siempre quien toca una guitarra y asi... nacen las cancionces que nos unen
ull, 'cause niggaz get respected for youen compania las cosas son perfectas en casas frias o bajo lunas llenas cuando se esta dentro de la noche en compania no hay desilusiones en compania siempre estas a flote hasta esas veces que se esta en silencio hay siempre quien toca una guitarra y asi... nacen las cancionces que nos unen
Get your own respect dude, that ain't mean and evil
Ain't no crutches in my crew
My crew a crew of equals (yup)
Shit was cool when we was teenagers, we grown men
You my my people, but I don't need you moanin' and groanin'
I can't feed you, I already got kids
Now a nigga tries to rig relationships that not his
I ain't trying to sign, I'm just an artist, nigga
I'm just trying to rhyme and go the hardest, nigga
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
(Talib Kweli)
Radio suckers never play me 'cause I don't let them
They like a pimp when they ho's sweat them
When I do a show, I love to catch the lady's eye
Dazzi(?) papparazzi, I d
The Hitchhikers' Song Lyrics
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) When the mist rolls in on Highway One like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs and I see them and I say You are my children my sweet children I am your poet. With hair just like the burning tree of Moses the girl beside you is your twin
on't wanna see no lady die
Sports entertainment, acadaemics, business, or politics
The fine ho's swallow dicks for dollars quick
Young broads all up in gangs like the Young Lords
Jump forward, statutory rape, now you done for
What, you thought that shorty 'bout to act a rage
Right now, somebody's daughter is backstage
It's a master-slave relationship, and guess who Toby
It's the white girl in Colorado, and guess who Kobe
Tried to tell you not to fuck with these debutantes
That's more Kobe beef than Japanese restuarants
Don't need diseases or cases, trying to catch nothing
And when they thowing pussy, best believe you catching something
Say "hi" to Tek
(Hook)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) When the mist rolls in on Highway One like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs and I see them and I say You are my children my sweet children I am your poet. With hair just like the burning tree of Moses the girl beside you is your twin
on't wanna see no lady die
Sports entertainment, acadaemics, business, or politics
The fine ho's swallow dicks for dollars quick
Young broads all up in gangs like the Young Lords
Jump forward, statutory rape, now you done for
What, you thought that shorty 'bout to act a rage
Right now, somebody's daughter is backstage
It's a master-slave relationship, and guess who Toby
It's the white girl in Colorado, and guess who Kobe
Tried to tell you not to fuck with these debutantes
That's more Kobe beef than Japanese restuarants
Don't need diseases or cases, trying to catch nothing
And when they thowing pussy, best believe you catching something
Say "hi" to Tek
(Hook)