Talib Kweli - 1-9-9-9 lyrics

[Produced By: Hi-Tek] [Scratched Hook] "Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" [Intro: Talib Kweli] Yo, just relax, take it easy slow down I had this, I had this friend of mine Who just, you know, he was moving too fast, you known I'm saying? I told him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta Just appreciate life, sit back, don't let it fly right past you No matter what go on I'm still gettin mine No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time [Common] Check it It's like I'm fighting for freedom, writing for freedom These record company n***as I don't like when I see 'em My ancestors, when I'm writing I see 'em and talk with 'em Hoping in the promise land I can walk with 'em sh**ted on so many rappers it's like I'm in the stall with 'em Molest concepts, stalk rhythms, paid dues, bought wisdom As legends fall my godmother answer heaven's call Preachers' daughters get f**ed in the reverand's hall MCs reckless eyeball, why y'all wanna go and do that? Must've thought I was solo, the name just ain't the U-Ac No mo', still together Like in the ghetto photo with one n***a in the chair Holding liquor in despair, gang signs in the air I shine in spaces where time is just a glare Hold the mic like a memory n***as say I'm nice with metaphors but these are similes Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation Sentences is life, I'm like chief up in this demonstration Still... [Scratched Hook] [Sadat X] You squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough Six days of madness and you might throw me off On this great ball of stress that they call the earth I'mma show y'all in rhyme just how much sh** I been through And all the places I went to, always played the low It's like a competition, this mission here I'm telling you Slip up and rhyme-a** n***as here is felling you Crash courses, slow down you can't learn that quick Cause I'm the dead eye, with the red eye, from Chi to L-I I thought y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still growing And in a year or two I hope my girl'll be showing A male seed, praise God I name him Moses I lead people I want him to, that's why I chose this Now is the gla** half-full or half-empty Common, why they tempt me The king of the simply, bore in mic I always stay on top cause I give n***as what they like I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why bother Now I'm a peaceful man, I don't want no stress You know I'm still... [Scratched Hook] [Common] Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, some religion change-over Angel on my main shoulder telling me remain sober Token n***a, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle In battles, I'm warring like a G-Child Searching for the child in me, this style in me This release is like the piece that's now in me They tried to 'sa**inate me god, like Martin on the balcony Lyrically I put a hit on 'em, cause I'm the style "Nitti" Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty Trying to get a chick to kick it with me till the tilt Told her my chamber's like Wilt Built with her for a sec, let her know I had respect Less than a hour she was giving me neck, yo I'm still getting mine [Scratched Hook]