Talib Kweli - Wages of Sin lyrics

[Talib Kweli] Yeah, yeah, YEAH! Y'all already know what it is, this is fam Yo, Brooklyn raise up (come on) Uptown raise up, Queens Staten Island, the Boogie Down [Chorus: Mr. Khaliyl (Talib Kweli)] Aiyyo some people die for it (And some live it) Some people snatch what they can (And some give it) It's not how you play the game (It's how much you win) f** the wages of sin, we gon' hustle (We don't get by) We multiply (We don't settle for less) We take the whole pie (Don't gamble, we invest) Cause the stakes is high (Whether we live or we die, we gon' hustle) [Talib Kweli] You all comfy when sh** is paid up, like the car note or your rent Look out you broke, and now you got more Hustle than Larry Flynt Diggin up dirt on politicians when you got no pot to piss in Sellin watches for commission, with fake rocks that don't glistin Holdin up a block position, been a lot of options For you to get in, stop the b**hin! You just ain't makin no hot decisions - where the blood clot? Look how many gold-diggers the clubs got If you ain't up on the hustle, find yourself doin the bus-stop Or the train station, with the change, waitin for a metro card Petrified, cuz once you get the dough to let go is hard I'm a vet though and it's odd to see these new cats splurgin Industry virgins think money make 'em a better person Sign to ya mans label, which is under a label, under a parent label Apparently you ain't even able to sit down at the table You ain't braggin about seein the dough You braggin about bein a ho Don't be mad at me, be mad at'cha boys I just thought you needed to know [Chorus] [Mr. Khaliyl] Yo, they try to gas me up (gas me up) But I don't fall for the flattery Just keep the people charged like a**ault with a battery Now your mad at me, and your squad wanna battle me Cuz every line I spit, got a money-back guarantee With a lifetime warranty, just keep the receipt Universe is pa**ing moments, but my world is the street They can't dance and when they hustle, they trip over they feet They tryna make ends meet like when they cipher complete I used to wanna be a star when I was a spectator So now I'm legendary, when I die I'll be greater It's funny how life is just like an elevator But major life changes ain't nuttin to be afraid of Remember (-member) nuttin in this life come free Cuz if I take from you, somebody else gon' take it from me And I'll be damned if I let somebody take it from me sh** I'ma do for y'all the way you never did it for me Come on [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Up in the city that never sleeps, black mommas forever weep And cats whip Jeeps equipped with fashion designer leather seats But the team is never beat, and we always weather the heat Stay with that mentality, I'll bet y'all n***as never eat [Mr. Khaliyl] Yo, they callin me the Devil's Advocate But they don't know the half of it The lone catalyst, shaped for my master sh** Make it tangible, firmin up the hand of these apes Who can't grasp because intense, so they rewindin my tapes Yo Kweli! [Talib Kweli] We count down to armageddon like 1, 2, 3, 4 We raw like C4, been here before and after You up and down like a see-saw With your fake hustle, that beats more Like when I ask my three year old son to make muscles [Mr. Khaliyl] Cuz muscles come in all shapes, and mine take the form of breath So when I spit the air is thick enough to beat you to d**h See to die is to have lived, but you can't even die right You like a candle on the sun, n***a you just a waste of light [Chorus] [Mr. Khaliyl (Talib Kweli)] Come on eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh (It's like, it's like, it's like) Come on, come on, come on (Uh, uh, uh, it' like) Yea yea yea yea yea yea (Yo, it's like, uh) Yea yea yea (Come on it's like) Raw Series, Mr. Man (Come on, it's like) (Yo, yo, it's like) Kweli, Reflect 'Ternal (Y'all wanna get a peice) C-Smith Rawkus Records, Raw Series Entertainment Make it nice like that for you..