I Try, Pt. 2
Talib Kweli lyrics
Talib Kweli lyrics
"Get By (Remix) Lyrics"
Aces High (Harris) 4:07 Lyrics
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack. Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Gotta get airborne before it's too late. Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, fly to live, live to fly, Aces high. Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack. Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Gotta get airborne before it's too late. Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, fly to live, live to fly, Aces high. Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let
[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, Kweli
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back
Classic Brooklyn, let's go
We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone
My passionate poems got the feds tappin my phones
It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm actin alone
I got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
Yo this remix is hot, we only dealin with the live hip hop
Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc)
[Jay-Z]
Just to get by
Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah
Carried a fo'five
Claimed I was ready to die
Promised never to cry
Held it all inside
Reality was too much to take so I
Kept my mind fly
Slimmed for most of mine
Soon as I closed my eyes
Then I woke up behind
Nigga either I throw it up, these nines
Or blow up with rhymes
The best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up
And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme
Nah, I'ma poster for what happened seein your moms
Doin five dollars worth to work just to get a dime
So pardon my disposition
Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?
Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh)
I'd rather pull a
Girls Lips Glitter Lyrics
US cool costs too much money And takes up all my time British humour isn't funny I'm just trying to catch your eye You've no idea what your looks do to me It doesn't even cross your mind You don't look like the kind to say much But then I'm the quiet type When you rise up from the gutter You can play your hand It's not enough until you've suffered Nobody gives a damn When where you're at is all that matters It's all a question of your style A catwalk stalk that cures your stutter You're not the shy type Not much I wouldn't do for money Can
mac on youUS cool costs too much money And takes up all my time British humour isn't funny I'm just trying to catch your eye You've no idea what your looks do to me It doesn't even cross your mind You don't look like the kind to say much But then I'm the quiet type When you rise up from the gutter You can play your hand It's not enough until you've suffered Nobody gives a damn When where you're at is all that matters It's all a question of your style A catwalk stalk that cures your stutter You're not the shy type Not much I wouldn't do for money Can
Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin
[Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers]
This morning I woke up
Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up
Feelin my highs and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin
But I been thinkin I got my reasons
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get (by), just to get
(everybody get your hands in the sky, it go)
[background singers]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah
[Talib Kweli]
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get by
(...hands in the sky, it go)
[background singers]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah
[Talib Kweli]
Just to get by, just to get by
(Talib Kweli) Just to get by
We keep it gangsta, stay 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy'
To set the tide to the violence on the TV during the war
Killin each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggas Believe
me, it's ghetto love, I bet you seen it all befo'
Just to get by, my people we get fly
My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lah
Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin the throne
Ooooooooo Chorus: Tonight is the night Youre gonna get the best Ill treat you right, Im better than the rest Wherever you go, and wherever you will be You wont forget me, you wont forget me Oo-oo-oo, na-na-na-na Your gonna miss what I got to offer Oo-oo-oo, na-na-na-na Verse1 When you need action, love and affection Youre gonna run to me And when you are feezin youll search for me to be your cover And when you feel lonely, Ill be the only one to set you free If youre man enough Ill be you perfect lover endlessly ChorusX1 Bridge: Oo-o
[Busta Rhymes]
Back in the days we was used to doin the shit
I can't call it all in the streets
We was hustlin fiends that asked for it
I guess I was used to just standin on corners
Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack
Hopin the week was good so I could get money back
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength
That made me angry and bleed
With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
Those be the times when I try to rely
On my niggas and street motherfuckers
And reach out to wifey and then I place a call on my mother
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)
If you was (??) sentenced 'stead of actin stupid and guessin
You had to go and study your lessons
And know your math in the building recession to get by
[Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers]
This morning I woke up
Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up
Feelin my highs and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking and stop dri
Whisper Of Angels Lyrics
I was yours before the first morn broke Before the sun that woke the earth And I was yours before rain kissed the ground Before the first dawn's sound was heard I'll be the whisper of angels And I'll be the frost on your glass And I'll be the shadows at twilight I'll be your first your last I'm the rush-the fire in your veins Across the desert plains I ride I'm the ache the sound that midnight makes A streak of star across the sky I'll be the whisper of angels And I'll be the frost on your glass And I'll be the shadows at twilight I'll be your first your las
kinI was yours before the first morn broke Before the sun that woke the earth And I was yours before rain kissed the ground Before the first dawn's sound was heard I'll be the whisper of angels And I'll be the frost on your glass And I'll be the shadows at twilight I'll be your first your last I'm the rush-the fire in your veins Across the desert plains I ride I'm the ache the sound that midnight makes A streak of star across the sky I'll be the whisper of angels And I'll be the frost on your glass And I'll be the shadows at twilight I'll be your first your las
But I been thinkin I got my reasons
Just to get (get), just to get (get)
Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)
[background singers repeat in the background]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah
[Talib Kweli]
Some people try to be fly
They fake and they lie
They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes
Look at the sky to survive
People try to get by
Fightin force, slice of the pie
Tryin to eat and be high
How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?
Your eyes keep on the prize
What you seek and you'll find
Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide
Who keepin it live?
Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon
Some people try to be fly
They fake and they lie
They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes
Look at the sky to survive
People try to get by
Fightin force, slice of the pie
Tryin to eat and be high
How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?
Your eyes keep on the prize
What you seek and you'll find
Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide
Who keepin it live?
Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon