(Talib) Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah | | (Verse 1: Talib) We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through "Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones" Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors We survivalists, turned to consumers To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself These words, melt in my mouth They hot, like the jail cell in the South Before my nigga Core bailed me out To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky with the window of the red eye Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die" | Chorus Background singers This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smokin, and stop drinkin And I've been thinkin - I've got my reasons Just to get (by) , just to get (by) Just to get (by) , just to get (by) | | (Talib and background singers) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by) , just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by) , just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by) | (Verse 2: Talib) We keeping it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk" Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk Yo, I activism - attackin the system, the blacks and latins in prison Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly The TV got us reachin for stars Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin for parts Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father They need somethin to rely on, we get high on all types of drug When, all you really need is love To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch" We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop | | Chorus Background singers This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my high's, and my low's In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking And I've been thinking - I've got my reasons Just to get (by) , just to get (by) Just to get (by) , just to get (by) | (Talib: repeat 2X - with background singers) Yoyoyo, yo Some people cry, and some people try Just to get by, for a piece of the pie You love to eat and get high We decieve when we lie, and we keepin it fly | | Yoyoyo, yo When, the people decide, to keep a disguise Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside But there's people you find Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin the signs |
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ALL THESE CATS, TALIB, IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE, METHODMAN,REDMAN,DEAD PREZ, KRS ONE AND ALL OTHER CATS ARE JUST TOO TIIIGHT!!!!!!!
Some people don't like him because his music is diferent by thats his creative style and you have to feel what hes sayin in the lyrics.I love his music.I just wish I try with MJB was on here.
Love Language...one of the illest tracks on the Talib and Hi-Tek album...if u ain't got it...go cop it!!!!
my chemical romanc is 50 times better
...they don't have ms.hill
the perfect beat should be on here that song is fye
How come they dont have Ms. Hill
Ms. Hill is a good song by Talib Kweli
what song luke
remember this,,,,,,,,,,,,I Get High,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,with mos def
this song is the sickest son kweli ur the bomb
its all about lyricism an thats what he brings to the table
This brotha' is dope. Love'em
this man is real.love this man
i love ur music man its true meaning of hip hop not like today that only rap about money and cars and stupid things u keep it real keep them coming