everything man
kweli, talib
remember the first time i heard kwe-li
i don't remember what i was doing
there were no remembered witnesses to my doings
but it seems like i've known him
moved through mornings and midnights
to document our bones our blood our lives
listen to his exact wings
strumming mists from clouds
listen a man always punctual with his
scoping lightning from his pores
asking us to pick ourselves up and become
they say you can't please everybody. let's go~! yeah
they ain't know what that sound like
what becomes of a dream deferred
that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard
do it breathe? do it got a heartbeat? is it alive?
only to become a star in the sky?
this ain't my full potential
only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals
can he be so ill there ain't no
maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate
make no mistake there ain't no escapin your destiny
your everything maaaaaaaaan!
your alpha and your omega
your beginning and your end
the blood in your vein that gets spilled and
that's right my flow one and the same
the burner that destroy the toy and the train
all city all night i'm enjoyin the fame
i'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general
in the battle between god or the devil
i lay claim to your spirit
i'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin
the man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision
'til it's quite clear like light beer
yeah i'm standin right here
i get you hot but stay cooler than the night air
i try to fit it in the same rhyme
i can't be everything to everyone at the same time
your everything maaaaaaaaan!
seems like the first time i heard him was like
like when kanye came out i guess was when i started to listen
i came all the way from puerto rico just to see talib kweli
i need them out here in my life
it's a rainy morning in new york city