Brasstracks, Robert Glasper, The Underachievers - Improv #1 (Intro) lyrics

"Like, when you were playing it before
It was like a little" "A little bit"
"yeah"

It's a long walk to paradise
And wishing on the stars
They make you feel delusion like
Looking at a mirage
And persisting on this road you can
See it inside my scars
Wish I had a genie that come
A lead me like I'm Jafar, magic
My grandmother lived to 96 she beat the
Cancer, outlived four of her kids
This shit is tragic
And she still beileve the Bible
To this very same day
And it made her life amazing
I ain't expecting her to change
Lookin' for nirvanas further than
The eyes view
Don't let pre-determined destinies define you
My rude planet and Flatbush
Where my mind grew
Into the trees to drop seeds
Around the globe too
Botanists waterin' their hearts
To grow confidence
The bloom seeds are comin' to you
Was brought with dominance no document
Seven couldn't taste the fruit of knowledge
Only true to breath of living
Cause you understand the science

Yo, school of hardknocks, it can make you
It can break you as a youngin' growing up
We cussed and caught some cases
Five percenters on that corner
Mistaken As-salamu alaykum
Got my wisdom from the city
Lights, but don't get blind, baby
Always on the grind daily, uh
Overtime, got that New York state of mind
Hate me, but I still survive
Visit the bodega
I'm just happy papa still alive
Pull up on my nigga
Roll a spliff up and just catch a vibe
Yellow cab to the spinach, super fast
Gotta get it brooklyn nigga, keep it with it
Cross the bridge, you might regret it (uh)
Hardly ever live relaxed, NYPD on our backs
That graffiti on the track, ain't no treaty
Where's the gat? Rotten Apple
People roam the streets like cattle
Most travel for us, the globe
Would goals unravel?
It's a juggle, everyday
Could be prey in the battle
So would you rather be the sheep
Or the king in the castle?

"This for those who know"

New York city
Broke the chains and the shackles
Tryna navigate the world
It's living inside the apple
Run back in the game
Shake and move through the tackles
Know the mary twist and turn like
You opening up a Snapple
If you make it in my
City, ain't no limit chasing, silly
Know my pigment got you weary
But I'm still gon' get this milli'
In the weekend, I'm in billy or in soul
I'm getting litty
Getting promo by your bitty, yeah, you
Know I love this city, at
(yeah, you know I love this city, ay)