Talib Kweli

Talib Kweli - Eternalists lyrics

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Now here we go

Here we go (come on come on)

Now here we go

Here we go (come on come on)

Yeah



[Talib Kweli]

Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted

My name's honored cause my style is insane retarded

Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas

Take game farther than the put-put planes charted

The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest

My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise

All city like train bombers

Check out the pictures we painted (yeah)

More colorful than Kelis naked

Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited

Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "The Basement"

Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking

They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken

You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin

Make pigeons say, "Uh uh, no they didn't!"

Yes we did so god bless the kid yo

I got my own so I never stress his no



[Chorus]

In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist

Am I eternal.. or an eternalist?

Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness

As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas burn to this



Here we go 

Come on

Yeah yeah (yeahhh)

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on)

Yeah yeah

Come on come on 



[Talib Kweli]

Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain

We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain

Runaways get aboard the train (come on)

You can't ignore the pain (no)

When it come down like the pouring rain

Caught the Train of Thought it clanked across the raw terrain

The cold weather break your spirit like a water main

I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame

Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains

No you can't imagine a future where this all can change

If one of us ain't free then we all to blame

So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang

It's all the same across the board we fall for game

You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name

Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine

I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame

You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes

Yo



[Chorus] - repeat 2X



And there it is (yeah)

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Come on 

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Yeahh

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Yo yo yo 

Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what



[Talib Kweli]

I rock for the purists and I rock for the players

I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on)

I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah)

I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah)

Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write (yeah)

Since the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike (come on)

Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah)

Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word)

Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight

The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light

We dying in spite of getting rich

That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee

Battling the tragedies and fallacies

That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality

They acting like whats going on now is distant reality

Behaving so casually that they become a casualty

Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway

They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray

Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!"

Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day



[Chorus] - repeat 2X



Check me out



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Language: English

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