Talib Kweli, Res - 7:30 lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Res - 7:30 lyrics]
It's 7: 30, 'bout to be that time
And if you miss the word
Don't be afraid to press rewind
But, if you got to open your
Eyes to see the truth
Then maybe this one ain't for you
It's 7: 30, 'bout to be that time
And if you miss the word
Don't be afraid to press rewind
But, if you got to open your
Eyes to see the truth
Then maybe this one ain't for you
Every night at 7: 30 men get dirty
Yo I yelled so loud the Heavens heard me
The information that I drop's so hot
It's newsworthy
Cops is askin' me who told me
I said a little birdy dirty listen
The way the sunset glistens is so pretty
Castin' a shadow on the grave
Of those who die early
Tryna get it and they got it
How could it not disturb me
Make your eyes pop out your head
Like you were Mr furley it gets crazy
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Now let me run it down about
This kid we call Coolie
We called him Coolie cause
His hair was curly, unruly
Young mothafucka, 14, is Ghanian
Parents moved to Flatbush in the 70s
Tryna get it on 38th between J and K
White Jewish neighborhood so they thought
That they was safe
Until somethin' happened that
We call gentrification
That's when the niggas move in
And crackers start escapin'
It's hard as racists slangin' adjacent
To the police station
When crack came out the junkies
Thought they were just freebasin'
They made the nigga Coolie rich
Runnin' with Roger Macon
VanDevere, VIP niggas
From with them Haitians
One day in the train station
Seen the main Haitian nigga waitin'
For the 2 at Franklin
Knew what he had to do to prove himself
No hesitatin' had a 38 and caught the
5 express to Atlantic Avenue
Waited for the local and blast through
Like his attitude was gangsta
Dropped the gun
Tried to make a break for the park
Cops hopped out the unmarked car
Put the Glock in his face
Got locked upstate
It's the wrong place to be in
Thuggin' for the crew and them niggas
Never came to see him
Came out when he was 30
Perspective different now
Hate to see kids gettin' in the
Game while he was gettin' out
Before he got to his mama's crib he
Saw the Haitian with the same 38
And thought he murked the nigga
Guess he was mistaken
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
The streets talk to the beat that I walk
I write rhymes in chalk outlines
And toss out lines with bait to catch
Wind of the word on the block
Shit happens so fast
I felt the breeze like a gun blast
And a bullet been shot past my ear
It's sad to hear the same
Shit year after year
My mama cryin' tear after tear
The hereafter is here and now
You waitin' for your Heaven to
Appear in a cloud
So you steady tryna get high while
Hell is starin' you down
Police starin' you down
Silence is deadly but your spirit is loud
Your niggas die
You pourin' beer on the ground
Standin' around
Talkin' that Apocalypse shit
The Apostles predict
Locked up tomorrow, quick to swallow a dick
Hollerin' "Bitch" to the chick
Who raisin' your seed
You don't acknowledge the kid
Think you got knowledge
Nigga your knowledge is tricked
You're followin' myths
Niggas like to ease the pain with
A bottle and a spliff
'Til the truth explode in their
Chest like a hollow tip, word
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
And if you miss the word
Don't be afraid to press rewind
But, if you got to open your
Eyes to see the truth
Then maybe this one ain't for you
It's 7: 30, 'bout to be that time
And if you miss the word
Don't be afraid to press rewind
But, if you got to open your
Eyes to see the truth
Then maybe this one ain't for you
Every night at 7: 30 men get dirty
Yo I yelled so loud the Heavens heard me
The information that I drop's so hot
It's newsworthy
Cops is askin' me who told me
I said a little birdy dirty listen
The way the sunset glistens is so pretty
Castin' a shadow on the grave
Of those who die early
Tryna get it and they got it
How could it not disturb me
Make your eyes pop out your head
Like you were Mr furley it gets crazy
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Now let me run it down about
This kid we call Coolie
We called him Coolie cause
His hair was curly, unruly
Young mothafucka, 14, is Ghanian
Parents moved to Flatbush in the 70s
Tryna get it on 38th between J and K
White Jewish neighborhood so they thought
That they was safe
Until somethin' happened that
We call gentrification
That's when the niggas move in
And crackers start escapin'
It's hard as racists slangin' adjacent
To the police station
When crack came out the junkies
Thought they were just freebasin'
They made the nigga Coolie rich
Runnin' with Roger Macon
VanDevere, VIP niggas
From with them Haitians
One day in the train station
Seen the main Haitian nigga waitin'
For the 2 at Franklin
Knew what he had to do to prove himself
No hesitatin' had a 38 and caught the
5 express to Atlantic Avenue
Waited for the local and blast through
Like his attitude was gangsta
Dropped the gun
Tried to make a break for the park
Cops hopped out the unmarked car
Put the Glock in his face
Got locked upstate
It's the wrong place to be in
Thuggin' for the crew and them niggas
Never came to see him
Came out when he was 30
Perspective different now
Hate to see kids gettin' in the
Game while he was gettin' out
Before he got to his mama's crib he
Saw the Haitian with the same 38
And thought he murked the nigga
Guess he was mistaken
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
The streets talk to the beat that I walk
I write rhymes in chalk outlines
And toss out lines with bait to catch
Wind of the word on the block
Shit happens so fast
I felt the breeze like a gun blast
And a bullet been shot past my ear
It's sad to hear the same
Shit year after year
My mama cryin' tear after tear
The hereafter is here and now
You waitin' for your Heaven to
Appear in a cloud
So you steady tryna get high while
Hell is starin' you down
Police starin' you down
Silence is deadly but your spirit is loud
Your niggas die
You pourin' beer on the ground
Standin' around
Talkin' that Apocalypse shit
The Apostles predict
Locked up tomorrow, quick to swallow a dick
Hollerin' "Bitch" to the chick
Who raisin' your seed
You don't acknowledge the kid
Think you got knowledge
Nigga your knowledge is tricked
You're followin' myths
Niggas like to ease the pain with
A bottle and a spliff
'Til the truth explode in their
Chest like a hollow tip, word
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time