Talib Kweli, Common, Sadat X - 1999 lyrics

"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9"

Yo, just relax, take it easy, slow down
I had this I had this friend of mine
Who, just, you know, he was moving too fast
You know what I'm sayin'?
I told him to slow down
He said the sun don't chill
I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta
Just appreciate life, sit back
Don't let it fly right past you
No matter what go on I'm still gettin' mine
No matter the year, no matter the place
No matter the time

Check it
It's like I'm fighting for freedom
Writing for freedom
These record company niggas I don't
Like when I see 'em my ancestors
When I'm writing I see 'em
And talk with 'em
Hoping in the promise land I
Can walk with 'em
Shitted on so many rappers it's like
I'm in the stall with 'em
Molest concepts, stalk rhythms, paid dues
Bought wisdom as legends fall my godmother
Answer heaven's call
Preachers' daughters get fucked in
The reverend's hall mC's reckless eyeball
Why y'all wanna go and do that?
Must've thought I was solo
The name just ain't the U-Ac
No mo', still together
Like in the ghetto photo with
One nigga in the chair
Holding liquor in despair
Gang signs in the air
I shine in spaces where time is just a glare
Hold the mic like a memory
Niggas say I'm nice with metaphors
But these are similes
Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary
Track is visitation sentences is life
I'm like chief up in this demonstration
Still

"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9"

You squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness and you
Might throw me off
On this great ball of stress
That they call the earth
I'mma show y'all in rhyme just how
Much shit I been through
And all the places I went to
Always played the low
It's like a competition
This mission here I'm telling you
Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas
Here is felling you crash courses
Slow down you can't learn that quick
Cause I'm the dead eye, with the red eye
From Chi to L-I
I thought y'all knew, every year I grew
I'm still growing and in a year or two I
Hope my girl'll be showing
A male seed, praise God I name him Moses
I lead people I want him to
That's why I chose this
Now is the glass half-full or half-empty
Common, why they tempt me
The king of the simply, bore in mic
I always stay on top cause I
Give niggas what they like
I know y'all hate that why I
Feel I owe y'all everyday
If y'all hear it a thousand times
It's gon' be the same way
The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why bother
Now I'm a peaceful man
I don't want no stress you know I'm still

"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9"

Yo yo, some get Range Rovers
Some religion change-over
Angel on my main shoulder
Telling me remain sober token nigga
Game's over ain't no payola in freestyle
In battles, I'm warring like a G-Child
Searching for the child in me
This style in me
This release is like the piece
That's now in me
They tried to 'sassinate me god
Like Martin on the balcony
Lyrically I put a hit on 'em
Cause I'm the style "Nitti"
Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty
Trying to get a chick to kick
It with me till the tilt
Told her my chamber's like Wilt
Built with her for a sec
Let her know I had respect
Less than a hour she was giving me neck
Yo I'm still getting mine

"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9"