Steve Baughman - NY Weather Report lyrics

[Intro] Come on...yeah I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everybody who been ridin' with me so far It's been a long journey But they say your life's path is not about the destination, it's all about the journey I appreciate y'all [Hook] It's my blood, sweat, tears, years of struggle, love, hate, fear New York City, you can make it here you can make it anywhere I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet, snow Whatever the weather, we ride, let my people go To the place where knowledge is born We walkin' in the third eye of the storm, check it out [Verse 1] Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance Top of the supper chain, rap's upper echelons My people sufferin', slave to another chain This voyage is maiden, like my mother other name Is this your first trip to hell? We venture capitalists If it's a product, then we got it for sale When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes Turned into songs, everything else fell into line I painted pictures you could see, the people bleed in my bars When I was a teen I was mean, about to reach for the stars So if I fell, I fell right in the cloud, tighten the valve n***as is watered down, used to be no bitin' allowed Now they gangstas, no cryin' allowed You probably see a fight on the stage before you see a fight in the crowd I send this out to my people facin' the storm, homey we ridin' it out You inspire what I'm writin' about [Hook] It's my blood, sweat, tears, years of struggle, love, hate, fear New York City, you can make it here you can make it anywhere I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet, snow Whatever the weather, we ride, let my people go To the place where knowledge is born We walk into the third eye of the storm, check it out [Scratching] It's the third eye of the storm It's the third eye of the storm It's the third eye of the storm It's the third eye of the storm Check it out (ha, ha, ha, ha) Check it out (ha, ha, ha, ha) Check it out (ha, ha, ha) We ain't f**in around (uh uh) [Verse 2] I'm not a judge, but I'm handin' out sentences For political prisoners, and regular inmates with no visitors n***as in the street outside the reach of the ministers Not those that say "spiritual," but actual partitioners Rap listeners who be openin' Black businesses This underground sh** with samples that lack clearances Once you get past appearances, you can tell whose sh** is fake Or whose sh** is based on past experience You really been to war hand to hand like crack sales Building man to man, they tryna k** off the black male Females left to raise up her son, from the day he was one Til he twenty and he raise up a gun And get to blazin' for his place in the sun The smoke grazin' his lung, young in his years and he facin' a ton None of his peers wanna share the role of child care provider But they'll hit a n***a blunt and share saliva You ain't a rider and you hustlin' backwards Too many equate success with imitating these crackers So our kids lookin' up to drug dealers and rappers We takin' all the work away from the Black actors Revelation is first and Armageddon is after Tsunamis and hurricanes, natural disasters The fast food culture, speed is always a factor Instant gratification, they want the catch faster [Hook] It's my blood, sweat, tears, years of struggle, love, hate, fear New York City, you can make it here you can make it anywhere I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet, snow Whatever the weather, we ride, let my people go To the place where knowledge is born We walk into the third eye of the storm, check it out [Scratching] It's the third eye of the storm It's the third eye of the storm It's the third eye of the storm It's the place where knowledge is born Check it out (ha, ha, ha, ha) Check it out (ha, ha, ha, ha) Check it out (ha, ha, ha) Talib Kweli That's what it is, break it down [Scratching] Paranorm, I perform through a storm