Mr. Khaliyl, Talib Kweli - Wages of Sin lyrics

Yeah, yeah, YEAH!
Y'all already know what it is, this is fam
Yo, Brooklyn raise up (come on)
Uptown raise up, Queens
Staten Island, the Boogie Down

Aiyyo some people die for it
(And some live it)
Some people snatch what they can
(And some give it)
It's not how you play the game
(It's how much you win)
Fuck the wages of sin, we gon' hustle
(We don't get by) We multiply
(We don't settle for less) We
Take the whole pie (Don't gamble
We invest) Cause the stakes is high
(Whether we live or we die, we gon' hustle)

You all comfy when shit is paid up
Like the car note or your rent


Look out you broke
And now you got more Hustle than Larry Flynt
Diggin up dirt on politicians when you
Got no pot to piss in
Sellin watches for commission
With fake rocks that don't glistin
Holdin up a block position
Been a lot of options
For you to get in, stop the bitchin!
You just ain't makin no hot decisions
- where the blood clot?
Look how many gold-diggers the clubs got
If you ain't up on the hustle
Find yourself doin the bus-stop
Or the train station, with the change
Waitin for a metro card
Petrified, cuz once you get the dough
To let go is hard
I'm a vet though and it's odd
To see these new cats splurgin
Industry virgins think money make
'em a better person
Sign to ya mans label, which
Is under a label, under a parent label
Apparently you ain't even able to
Sit down at the table
You ain't braggin about seein the dough
You braggin about bein a ho
Don't be mad at me, be mad at'cha boys
I just thought you needed to know

Yo, they try to gas me up (gas me up)
But, I don't fall for the flattery
Just keep the people charged like
Assault with a battery now your mad at me
And your squad wanna battle me
Cuz every line I spit
Got a money back guarantee
With a lifetime warranty
Just keep the receipt
Universe is passing moments
But my world is the street
They can't dance and when they hustle
They trip over they feet
They tryna make ends meet like
When they cipher complete
I used to wanna be a star
When I was a spectator so now I'm legendary
When I die I'll be greater
It's funny how life is just like an elevator
But major life changes ain't nuttin
To be afraid of
Remember (member) nuttin in this life come free
Cuz if I take from you
Somebody else gon' take it from me
And I'll be damned if I let
Somebody take it from me
Shit I'ma do for y'all the way
You never did it for me come on

Up in the city that never sleeps
Black mommas forever weep
And cats whip Jeeps equipped with
Fashion designer leather seats
But the team is never beat
And we always weather the heat
Stay with that mentality
I'll bet y'all niggas never eat

Yo, they callin me the Devil's Advocate
But they don't know the half of it
The lone catalyst, shaped for my master shit
Make it tangible
Firmin up the hand of these apes
Who can't grasp because intense
So they rewindin my tapes yo Kweli!

We count down to armageddon like 1, 2, 3, 4
We raw like C4, been here before and after
You up and down like a see-saw
With your fake hustle, that beats more
Like when I ask my three year
Old son to make muscles

Cuz muscles come in all shapes
And mine take the form of breath
So when I spit the air is thick
Enough to beat you to death
See to die is to have lived
But you can't even die right
You like a candle on the sun
Nigga you just a waste of light

Come on eh eh eh eh eh eh
(It's like, it's like, it's like)
Come on, come on, come on
(Uh, uh, uh, it' like)
Yea yea yea yea yea yea (Yo, it's like, uh)
Yea yea yea (Come on it's like)
Raw Series, Mr man (Come on, it's like)
(Yo, yo, it's like) kweli, Reflect 'Ternal
(Y'all wanna get a peice) C-Smith
Rawkus Records, Raw Series Entertainment
Make it nice like that for you