ny weather report

c'mon

yeah

i like to take this opportunity

to thank everybody who been riding with me so far

its a been a long journey

but they say your life's path is not about the destination

its all about the journey

i appreciate y'all

it's my blood

sweat

tears

years

struggle

love

hate

fear

new york city!

you could make it here

you could make it anywhere

i came to prepare

for the rain

hail

sleet

snow

whatever the weather

we ride

let my people go!

to a place where knowledge is born

we welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm

check it out!

futuristic lyricist

straight from the renaissance

top of the suffer chain

raps upper echelon

my people suffering

slave to another chain

this voyage is maiden

like my mother of the name

is this your first trip to hell?

avenge a capitalist

if its a product then we got it for sell

when i first started to spell

my words fell into rhymes

turned into songs

everything else fell into line

i paint the pictures

you could see the people bleeding my bars

when i was a teen

i was mean

about to reach for the stars

so if i fail or fell

write in the clouds

tighten the vowel

niggas word

there use to be no biting allowed

now the gangsters no grindin' allowed

probably see a fight in the stage

fore you see a fight in the crowd

i send this out to my people facing the storm

homie we riding it out

you inspire what i'm writing about

its the 3rd eye of the storm

check it out!

been fucking around!

i'm not a judge

but i'm handing out sentences

to political prisoners

regular inmates with no visitors

niggas in the streets outside to reach up for ministers

not those that say they spiritual

but actual parishioners

rap listeners

we open the black businesses

this underground shit

with samples to lack clearances

once you get a past appearances

you could tell who shit is fake and who's shit is based upon the past experiences

we really been to war

hand to hand like crack sales

bill the man

the man they try to kill off the blackmail

female left to raise up a son

from the day he was one

til' he twenty

and he raise up a gun

get to blazin' for his place of the sun

smoke bracin' his lung

young in his years and he's facing a ton

none of his peers wanna share the road

love the child

care to provider

but they hand a blunt and share saliva

you ain't a rider

and you hustlin' backwards

to many excess

with imitating these crackers

so our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappers

taking away all the work away from our black actors

revelation is first and armageddon is after

tsunami's

hurricanes and natural disasters

fast food culture be this

is always a factor

it's the gratification

they want the cash faster!

it's the 3rd eye of the storm

it's the place where knowledge is born!

check it out! check it out!

talib kweli!

that's what it is. break it down