Talib Kweli - Great Day In The Morning lyrics

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Talib Kweli - Great Day In The Morning lyrics

Life, loving That's what we do, uh That's what we, that's what we do, uh That's what we, that's what we do, yeah Tracks by 9th Wonder That's what we, that's what we do, uh Celebrate life, yeah Yeah Yeah Play your position, monopolizer like cable vision Cause when you're living in hell, heaven's a greater mission For those addicted to jail home is a greater prison I slay the rhythm, it's lyrical turntablism Looking for that scratch tryna make a living Like Roc Raida, no imitating the way he did it The Grandmaster, hands faster than advanced data The fans have to give it up, they in the stands clapping For the X-Ecutioners, we start with Rob Swift Mista Sinista next then it's Total Eclipse Hold on Roc Raida 'bout to go on Perfect timing, combine it like Voltron Compete with the beat juggler you leak from the jugular 187 like Snoop, a deep cover bro Until the day I expire, turn to vapours Paying tribute to one of the greatest, Roc Raida, rest in peace Sending this one out to those who pa**ed on Let me tell you about the legacy they pa**ed on Nah, it ain't a sad song We're just celebrating life homie, that's all Sending this one out to those pa**ed on Let me tell you about the legacy they pa**ed on Nah, it ain't a sad song We're just celebrating life homie, that's all That's all You say you love hip hop, but are you still involved? Some of this real life sh** it don't appeal to blogs You gotta love them while they're here, they tryna k** us off The way you pray to God is listening to Dilla dawg Jay Dee the J Dilla, you can't k** him Started with Slum Village and Amp Fiddler Used to carry .45's in his arm, word to Ma Dukes Fan-Tas-Tic Volume 1 and 2, that's a gospel He fed us Donuts from the hospital bed The doctor said he gotta chill, he got a lot on his chest Not gonna rest until we get it off, he hit it off with Madlib The rhymer was as nice as the beats, the shining cla**ic The flow was so pyroplastic such artistry was accomplished Harmony so unpacked RIP to Baatin You know the sound of the Motor Town always hold it down We know the style before we toast it up and pour it out Sending this one out to those who pa**ed on Let me tell you about the legacy they pa**ed on Nah, it ain't a sad song We're just celebrating life, homie that's all Sending this one out to those pa**ed on Let me tell you about the legacy they pa**ed on Nah, it ain't a sad song We're just celebrating life homie that's all That all? That all Some of these babies out here don't have mothers To spoil them and so they're loyal to a flag color Ain't no real ones left, this the last of us I'm staying underground, king like I'm Chad Butler The discography, the chronicles of living in poverty How to get it and flip it and pimp properly Shout out to Bun B, shout out to Mama C Pimp C ain't no product of marketing He was sort of a pimp Socrates We got to chopping up philosophy, his mind operated at top velocity Gettin' thrown to Sweet Jones and my grill is on The way I rock is so trill, pocket full of stones You keep throwing fake diamonds on your neck and wrist Take that monkey sh** off, come around and pimp Realest n***a round this b**h, nobody did it better Still with us, in our heart, you're gonna live forever Sending this one out to those who pa**ed on Let me tell you about the legacy they pa**ed on Nah, it ain't a sad song We're just celebrating life homie, that's all Sending this one out to those pa**ed on Let me tell you about the legacy they pa**ed on Nah, it ain't a sad song We're just celebrating life homie that's all [Add-2:] Yo, this is for you and I Once was dying to live, now we're living to die Looking for real estate, wanna live in the sky Heard the prices were high, watching your soul rise Leaving it all behind, I'm reading on your mind Receiving all your lies, you wear it like a disguise The fear is in your eyes, love is still in your heart But the lust inside of my mind had led me into your inner thighs Now you got feeling fine, back to you being mine Your exes fall back, to the back of the line You search your horoscope tryna find you some type of sign That we are meant to be But you know deep inside I'm the reason you're getting high The reason you drink and drive The one that's making you cry, the one that's drying your eyes I say I got your back but never by your side Your love is slowly dying, slowly dying, slowly dying... Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh

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