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8. | Move |
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10. | Life Is Better (feat. Norah Jones) |
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(verse I)
Sometimes I phase out when I look at the screen
And I think about my chance for me to intervene
And its up to me to bring back the hopeful
feeling in the music that you can quote
not saying that I hate it
'cause yeah, I kinda dig it
But what good is an ear if a Q-Tip isn't in it
So this year get in
and inform your friend
your boy from the hood
is on that shit again
he's upped the degrees
and dropped the mercury
to splash on the mass
from low to upperclass
and when the record spins
it sometimes blows a wind
a fickleness of fans
they sometimes hate again
they always bring up Tribe by me
could not survive, I mean
this is my mans, I mean
this is my fams
and here's somethin' new
it's front row for you
so don't misconstrue
its tribal and true
my dudes who hustle hard
will stop your repetoire
as long as you can see
its you who's stayin' free
'cause life is filled with 'cerns
keep pills and little burns
and shit, I'm fuckin' up I mean
I'm trippin' out
but still there is a void
and people get annoyed
let's focus on the feel
before we get a deal
c'mon
(Chorus)
Figuring life can't be a thing
the wilderness is wild to me
but you're not alone I see we're just the same
figuring out where we should be
Figuring life can't be a thing
the wilderness is wild to me
but you're not alone I see we're just the same
(verse II)
Moving while we can
to put back on the street
let's take care of ours
and ensure we eat
and opening in
they critize the boys
without enmity
they lose all the noise
they can't keep us down
we're dominant and brown
and those of other shades
they join our parade
but wait, there's rain ahead
like Brit and Kevin Fed
and magazine debris
its shit you gotta see
I'm no diff'rent to you
I goes through it too
I thumbs through the page
I don't come of age
I'm not a deity
I'm far from perfect see
I roll a tumbleweed
this's just a humble seed
that i present to you
its just a mr. groove
with words of harmony
and soon a melody
that speaks to where we are
the door of hopes ajar
and soon we walkin' in
uplifted just to say
c'mon
Chorus 2x
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Now that I know what is boy
For your epitaph niggers
Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass
Siphon and not your cash
Seeing the door in a flash
While I stay enclosed
Walkin' out my clothes she said,
I won't trade him for nothing
You're mother fucking right
Walking this shit every night
Fin this shit? Hold it tight
rina filma on my sleeve??
Even when I have to leave
Cooler than even in the breeze
Do you believe
I was waiting for nothin'
The one division leader
In the rebound new group of shorties
Off the post, goin' coast to coast
She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she sayin'
“naw, he good, I mean”
I won't trade him for nothing
For no amount of dough
Franchise this man
Give him all the things you can
Think long term plans
he be bringin in the fans
Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream
I won't trade him for nothing
Cause she know what's better her top and
Now a beckon on the flu
Like a runnin' with the nicest nigger
kinda sorta ??
When he's singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter
I won't trade him for nothing
The club house king
batting practice Slugger swing,
game time same thing
When I'm in about a minute
Holdin' the bat, as good as fat
She's out the park and comin back she's saying
I won't trade him for nothing
And for ray you say you get it good
If you were the ball player at all
And the famous fall inevitably will make a call
Hangin' memorabilia from you walls
This is why you can't trade me
I won't trade him for nothing
Now that I know what is boy
You can bet your money on a sure thing
Certain profit's what it brings
Ceremonies of the ringer in the white house wing
Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade?
I won't trade him for nothing
‘Cause in the air? there's a teammate you're lookin' for
back-shoot and aughter ball??
Leaves it all on the floor
Always lookin' to score
Pep talks in the locker room
This is why you sing this tune
I won't trade him for nothing
And then you reach Can't make me sit out
I go ‘til you get out
Her ball no get out
An all night get-down
I train for the pressure
and come out fresher
Equipped for the game
you know my name, it makes me better
I cheer for the whole team
Let's go for the whole thing
The ballots that you're holding
MVP voting
And I represent the sentiment you're emoting
And you say
I won't trade him for nothing
The physical ability with mental capability
Legitimately faces me outside of your vicinity
And I ain't really seein' me
Vacating this community I'm staying in
I won't trade him for nothing
I'm glad that you feel this way,
Here is where I like to play
Need to hear it everyday
They cheer for me, say “Olay!”
Wait a minute, “Andale?”
I don't know, well anyway..
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Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we may still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking thru the corridors of my mind
The hideaways, the nooks, there filled with good times
Memories certainly yes they still bind
Still a common man and yeah that's for sure
Still a bankroll and yeah still can tour
The madness, the thing we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and always for a girl
And most scavengers have found the pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we call em duds
And we, and we and we ahhh
We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Come over here baby, don't look so grumpy
This kind of lifestyle could be so comfy
We can start a clan just like the Kennedy's
You and I advance, certainly we can expand
Feelings that should never end
And you respect me like a friend
But love me like your man
No other could contend
Or we could be like Doves exposed 2 history
Like staying with each other with truth and chivalry
The things we go thru they shape our identity
Yes pretty let's do this all nite
Consummate this thing and make it alright
And when we cuddle up and promise that it's right
We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
I like to watch everybody gravitate towards you
Your magnetic presences make them come thru
The same way you got them you got me too
Now look at our lives so colorful
A wonderful spectrum, not 1 tone dull
Full of excitement and not 1 lull
See we had an understanding, oh yes we did
I'm bringing it back, I'm puttin in my bid
Have a couple of kids, have a couple of cribs
We like Louie D and ????? like martin and corretta
Doin it to death, no one can do it better
When we leave our physical our sprits still together
Come on now, here's a placement for your hand
You rockin with the #1 MC man
The #1 controller of right with the plan
We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
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Oh yeah
Well the bell has rung
Cause the time is here
Oh Yeah
We gotta switch it around
And put the thing in gear
Oh yeah
Not much is for sho
But this here is true
Oh yeah
I gotta do it for me
But then I'll do it for you
Major attraction
Trouble distraction
Scramble up my name and it still come action
Musics our number
Dial to sue slumber
Open up ya ears to the low tint of thunder
Created Queens native
Mixes automated
Want some fresh shit then we'll corralate it
Busta is furocios
I'm flawed and percosious
Carryin' fools out
Cause ma willy bodocious
Peoples dont blame me
Shortys cant game me
Country cherokee
But the city here made me
rock like coral
distinctive bout my hormals
Gotta lil grime
And gotta lotta lorals
The rhthym stay bangin
My one two thangin
Is eximplified by the cop left hangin
Percussions our weapons
Drums are Smith and Wessn's
lyrics pop it off
Leaving deep impressions
Oh yeah
Well the bell has rung
Cause the time is here
Oh Yeah
We gotta switch it around
And put the thing in gear
Oh yeah
Not much is for sho
But this here is true
Oh yeah
I gotta do it for me
and then do it for you
I feel what the beat does
People fuck wit me cause
When the song end
I become what the beat was
Same thing is otha
No need for cookie cutta
The bar gets raised
Not ya average old gutta
For that I hit a chin up
B, ya time been up
Woulda came sooner
But I overslept my get up
Now lets get in the middle
Girl I'll solve ya riddle
Cause we can be strong
And protect against the brittle
Ya groupies need to see me
Go and get the cd
I aerosol you all top to bottom like graffiti
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Dudes say I'm plottin
When you here the music
Thus begin the mardi gra'n
Bribes aint the issue
Thats how I'm gone get you
Dont need a bill board
hit for me to hit you
The clear for ya mic its
Who always come the tightest
Queens everywhere
Demonstratin who the fyest
Oh yeah
Well the bell has rung
Cause the time is here
Mm Mm
We gotta change it around
And put our things in gear
Oh yeah
Not much is for sho
But this thang is true
Oh yeah
I gotta do it for me
And then do it for you
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wait
its you
and at the end of it all its you
and at the end
its you
at the end of it all its you
its you
its you
at the end of it all its you
its you
its you
at the end of it all
lookin for how i see her
when i finally realized couldn't believe it
i couldn't, even swallow
had a lump in my throat my stomach hollow
i had a notion that things were fishy
but everything was fine so i'd be pissy
but when you wasn't seeing me nights you get in
thats when the snoopin and shit it would begin
where you at?
where you going?
thats what i get when i pick up the phone
not a hello or i miss you
or the renaissnace how does it do?
suspicious ones go few
can stress out your brain
in weighs on your mane
and helps you peep game i thought it was me
but then i could it see
it was you
its you
at the end of it all it was you
and at the end
it was you
at the end of it all it was you
and at the end
its you
its you
at the end of it all its you
its you
its you
at the end of it all
i couldn't take it
but the spell of love
i couldn't shake it
even though i would discover
that there was somebody else
it was your lover
you gave me up
and managed to turn the tables
and all your honest words they turn to fables
the things that you would accuse me of
it seem were the things you were doin love
get it? these things you projected
and i don't want to be affected
but when you get in love
its never easy love
to make decisions of
you've defected
you were doin so much to try to pin me
goin through all my stuff but it was empty
answers, that im seekin
well it seem im gettin close
that im reachin
and i was thinkin i had no reason
callin you a culprit it was treason
and the twinkle in your eye
it was kinda not for love
and tell me why?
we'll make a mends if you admit it
we can ascend if your commited
your heart, is it in it?
if it goes for many days
sweet love can decay from you
its you
at the end of it all it was you
and at the end
it was you
at the end of it all it was you
and the end
its you
its you
at the end of it all its you
its you
its you
at the end of it all
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[Verse 1]
And it, and it begins, he walks outside for a cigarette break
And thinks how many cigarettes does it take
He takes a long drag with the sun in his eye
He squints, he thinks he starts to sigh
Sometimes he cry
When he think about his girlfriend on his side
She held him down, she made him better
Fought the love, through the fucked up weather
And she thinkin about her life
With no more work just being a wife
But instead her love, she gave it to a man
Who fought against her lovely plans
So when she go to work, plus go to school
Plus fight the love, she must feel like a fool
She want the ease that come after pain
She fights for love, thats her campaign
We fight, we love
Chorus: Raphael Saadiq
We fight and love so much sometimes
I get confused of who we are
Maybe if we just stop and chat and
It will find out who we are
[2x]
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit more
We just keep on...
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit more
[2x]
[Verse 2]
And it, and it begins, he's off the ball
He left his friends, he ain't home no more
He's in a place, that's far away
Where he can't understand what they say
They say salaam, they cary bombs
In crouded places, and cause alarm
You're the infidel who's uninvited
But really an American boy who's slighted
It ain't your fault, you want identity
So you join this big fraternity
You get to travel the world, its cheaper than college
And you get guns and you get knowledge
Lookin for your soul, and WMD's
You can't find nothing, cause its empty
You got your gun, and he's your friend
And he's your man, until the end
We fight, we love
Chorus: Raphael Saadiq
We fight and love so much sometimes
I get confused of who we are
Maybe if we just stop and chat and
It will find out who we are
[2x]
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit more
We just keep on...
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit
(Fight) just a little bit
(Love) just a little bit more
[4x]
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Get down
(make it easy)
good God make it easier now
(good God make it easier now)
Get down
(man and woman get down)
good God make it easier now
(good God make it easier now)
Get down
(man and woman get down)
a dooga dooga dooga dooga duh doo
Man and woman be patrollin the earth
puttin shit in the game
citizens of the world, we runnin out
precious time is a grain of sand
ignored by the hand
(work hard man everyday)
work hard man everyday
(for who?) for another man's plan
man orders woman when he come how
get your ass in the air
(my woman wants it just as much as I do)
woman wants it just as much as he does
but makes as if she don't care
man and woman in this thing where I'm from
be havin things on their mind
minimum wage and the internet page (she cry)
protect themselves from crime
the bluest collar on the brownest of skin
white, yellow, red too
they don't care who it is, they watchin you
conspiracies so you might as well dance
gettin down Zulu
man/woman yeah you might as well dance
gettin down Zulu
c'mon, c'mon
(chorus)
gettin down is somethin between
woman and man
one minute we're so far apart and then
together we stand
gettin down is somethin between
woman and man
one minute we're so far apart and then
together we stand
men and women what's goin on inside our minds
oh no, sing it one more time c'mon
gettin down is somethin between
woman and man
one minute we're so far apart and then
together we stand
check it out
red man was the first on the continent
this you gotta understand
woman not behind him, she's right beside him there
and they both toil land
white man fightin for independence from
an old empire
woman makes a flag for a new nation and
let's the flag waves high
black woman is stripped of her kingdom and
bought the breastfeeding new
black man, mentally, he broke it too
but the cream always rise to the top
that's what men and women do
man/woman always doin the dance
one wops, one pops
we'd be lucky if we both found a groove
that we both can lock
can man be stronger if a woman is there?
I would have to say yes
can women make it without men being there?
she would have to be blessed
woman and man are the spiritual forces
brought together to live
good thing its many of us here in the world today
find a good one to give
let's go, c'mon
good God make it easier now
get down
good God make it easier now
get down
a dooga dooga dooga dooga duh doo
get down
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The people at the label say they want something to repeat
But all my people really want something for the streets
So keep hooking
Hey ya'll what's goin on?
So keep hooking
It's time yo word is bond
So keep hooking
Let's do what we must do
So keep hooking
ah ah ah let's hear for
Keep keep
Who can make it up, dark age is here in rap
And the constant conversation has been let's bring it back
Corny rap style niggas they lack the pedigree
Deep waters they be in when they just a manatee
Who me I'm unaffected the Whale, the Hammerhead
The Magnanimous decision, unanimous, I am fed
What chu looking at, wait, I can help you with that
The Formidable, unforgettable painting Abstract
In the wall amongst them all from Tucson Michelle
A commodity, hot property, hears the morning bell
Guantanama bayin niggas deferring routes
Ya soliloquies are trash inferring that you got clout
Homie, whats that about? You should revisit your scheme
Before the scheme that seems real, reverts back to a dream
Into that pea head of yours
You aint commanding no tours
You seeing fee per deim
We seeing that in the doors
Plus a little bit more because she choosing the prettiest
Though while they is wittiest
On the low we the grittiest
Taking the task, these barbaric insurgents
From nursery rhyme niggas and play like they crime figures
Man, what could give you such a naive belief?
There's examples all around of careers being brief
The Luke Cage of the loose leaf page
Run and hide, comin out in the yard
Bonafied to be hard
So keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep keep
So Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep keep
As if we reading pressures higher
We should all be that inspired
Too just lift it, take it higher
Peep the name that's on the flyer
The Midnight Marauder, low end theoretical
Ring tone rappers rockin shades are forgettable
Phantom of the rap world boo
Yo you puss in boots
Energy electricutes, looking for a love recruit
High definition for the fortunate you to view
Challenges with riches we will put you on strict review
Time to turn the tide around
Comin with the tribal sound
Brandishing these microphones, we outlaws in the town
Corruption in the pool pit, we witness the jam
Acquisition of materials the evil of man
Trickles down to MC's
We combat the disease
With the good and hardy measurement
A real rap sediment
Degenerate genes and your bodies the host
You need to open up wide while we give you the dose
Gather round
Gather round
Gather round
It's the hottest thing
Gather round
Gather round
Gather round
It's the hottest thing
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I believe that's love
that's love....
I believe that's love
I believe that's love
that's love....
I believe that's love
I believe love, love
uh of the things we believe
there's a whole lot of work we should roll up our sleeves
and we got a hold firm when fate's full like a sieve
why doubt your plans cause when its all worth believing
we can make it work do believe that
we've mistrust in the dust and believe fact
we can achieve tact
by tuning out negative feedback
naysayers can hate we concentrate to bring belief back
into ourselves into the world into the rap game
emcees are miserable that means their music's leaving mikes maimed
man look we holding down for the truth
if we alone in the loop we gone hold for the proof
man put it in believing
believe in believing
seeing ain't believing its the feeling that we needing
believe in each other put the question to the system
they promising returns then question what you getting
we should believe in the reasons we existing
time for renaissance to reawaken what is with it
belief can confirm make it is what it isn't
sometimes i wish i had belief when i didn't
I believe that's love
I believe that's love
that's love
in the land of make belief time to make unbelief believable
take a belief to the realm of the real
believe in this shit that's force fed through the medium
believe it is real when it's really a raw deal
never disbelieve when you see human miracle
like ghetto children shining bright in babylon
believe in that don't believe in stats to the contrary
gotta be weary of them theories carry on
people find belief when they don't find identity
believe in your friends don't believe in your enemies
mountains of doubts and disbeliefs right in front of you
troops on the other side what u gone do
OOOH OOOH I BELIEVE-
OOOH THAT'S LOVE THAT'S LOVE
OOOH OOOH I BELIEVE-
OOOH THAT'S LOVE THAT'S LOVE
I BELIEVE LOVE, LOVE
I BELIEIVE LOVE, LOVE
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My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this
so raise the glasses for all the lost ones in your life.
Dilla dawg and master wow, what up with emmy,
is well to propel with the spirit of the mic.
Even if you have one person with you when its hard,
that makes it easy, celebrate them let know just who they are.
Because of these experiences i have some control
on the microphone and roll elevating to the stars.
Hers a demonstration, with the excellence,
reverse the pandemic thats filled with pestilence.
Who has his finger on the post of the b-boy
Serving fees with the stream of a deep boy.
Whose well connected, you must respect it
I'm dippin with the spirits mentioned on this record.
Hopefully this serves as motivation,
the never sayin docon-sensation.
Put my stamp on it, the mic clamps on it,
Mama i know let me put little thamp on it.
Blade running through the day of agility,
staying gunning make way for possibilities.
It's the capital Q, rap it'll do,
what i want it to, its like taming a shrew.
Living life experiencing proportions,
knowing better, I've experienced distortions
And through the in and outs, of life's revolving doors
I'mma see that, I'm still getting more
yeah im commin in, I'm gonna see my friend
to the top floor, Seems it never ends
Heaven never ends, yeah it never ends
it be goin on, its phenomenon, like a new born
or a Stevie song, it be going on,
Do ya fell it... Do ya feel it... Do ya feel it?
Snare drum goes...
My Brother Shaka would have wanted me to say this to y'all,
Don't lose sight y'all without giving a fight.
Im channeling well and ervine , Mr. clean
he would have wanted me to say what I mean, and mean get it right
Dilla having you in my past has been a blast,
you've inspired so many and forever will you last.
And to my father yo your spirit is draping me,
never escaping me, i'm happy that i had you in my past
lets go... lets go
lets go... lets go
lets go... lets go
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