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Talib Kweli Miscellaneous Get By (Remix) [Talib Kweli] Yeah, Kweli Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back Classic Brooklyn, let's go We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone My passionate poems got the feds tappin my phones It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm actin alone I got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Yo this remix is hot, we only dealin with the live hip hop Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc) [Jay-Z] Just to get by Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah Carried a fo'five Claimed I was ready to die Promised never to cry Held it all inside Reality was too much to take so I Kept my mind fly Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I throw it up, these nines Or blow up with rhymes The best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'ma poster for what happened seein your moms Doin five dollars worth to work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh) I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers] This morning I woke up Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get by, just to get by Just to get (by), just to get (everybody get your hands in the sky, it go) [background singers] bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah [Talib Kweli] Just to get by, just to get by Just to get by (...hands in the sky, it go) [background singers] bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah [Talib Kweli] Just to get by, just to get by (Talib Kweli) Just to get by We keep it gangsta, stay 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy' To set the tide to the violence on the TV during the war Killin each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggas Believe me, it's ghetto love, I bet you seen it all befo' Just to get by, my people we get fly My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lah Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin the throne I said to rest in peace and leave us alone [Busta Rhymes] Back in the days we was used to doin the shit I can't call it all in the streets We was hustlin fiends that asked for it I guess I was used to just standin on corners Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack Hopin the week was good so I could get money back To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength That made me angry and bleed With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Those be the times when I try to rely On my niggas and street motherfuckers And reach out to wifey and then I place a call on my mother To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by (Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma) If you was (??) sentenced 'stead of actin stupid and guessin You had to go and study your lessons And know your math in the building recession to get by [Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers] This morning I woke up Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (get), just to get (get) Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye) [background singers repeat in the background] bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah [Talib Kweli] Some people try to be fly They fake and they lie They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes Look at the sky to survive People try to get by Fightin force, slice of the pie Tryin to eat and be high How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky? Your eyes keep on the prize What you seek and you'll find Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide Who keepin it live? Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon Some people try to be fly They fake and they lie They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes Look at the sky to survive People try to get by Fightin force, slice of the pie Tryin to eat and be high How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky? Your eyes keep on the prize What you seek and you'll find Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide Who keepin it live? Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon |
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