Talib Kweli - Eternalists lyrics

Yeah, now here we go Here we go, come on come on, now here we go Here we go, come on come on, yeah 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 rain forest and bang hardest My brain smartest break a n***a like a lame promise All city like train bombers Check out the pictures we painted, yeah More colorful than Kelis naked Your sk**s is least debated and your album least awaited Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in 'The Basement' Face it y'all n***as 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 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 n***as burn to this 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 n***as burn to thi Here we go 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 sh** then you can call my name Kweli I chop it up like raw c**aine 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 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 n***as burn to this 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 n***as burn to this And there it is Say what? Say what, say what, say what 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 cat's 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 that's 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 k**ing n***as quicker than infant mortality They acting like what's 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 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 n***as burn to this 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 n***as burn to this Check me out