good looking on the radio program, I'm going to check it out....
--Talib Kweli
"Ya'll Stay Up"
Chorus: 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 Ya'll STAY UP
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 we 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 these other cats got hang ups
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Verse 2: people 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 keep what they need to, pay deep dues to heap few murder machines designer jeans we bleed through he weak fools in the elite few are see-through you peep who's 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 ya'll see the situation but you don't know the gravity I mastered the response by following the calling the light shining behind me casting shadows on the fallen four every second of the night we wrecking clubs getting people's hands up above get respect and love worldwide international, son of the black national and pan-african coming back again over soul beats pack heat like the sunshine hold beef for one time no peace ever since justice become blind that bitch act like she can't see what we been through I bitch-slap mics, raise my voice and continue like that
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Verse 3: rocking and shocking the house Youngblood brass band hot and we knocking them hot 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 that blast before they talk it out
R.I.P Mrs. Velma Redd(2001) ((...My dearly Departed Grand Mother))
"...What about Peace?.....Peace! Peace! Peace!" ~The R