Talib Kweli, Digido Joe, Big Remo - My Life lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Digido Joe, Big Remo - My Life lyrics]
Yeah yes indeed, got 'em up to speed
We got what they need, yeah
Reflection Eternal
My life, my life, my life, my life
This is my life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
This is my life, my life, my life, my life
Yo, what's the daily word?
You ever feel like giving everything up
And buying a boat so you can sail the world?
Aiyyo, what's really hood?
He got a gift with the lyrics
The beat is lifting your spirit
When you ain't feeling good
Sometimes he feel like the whole
World is turning on him
The people miserable and try to
Place they burdens on him
He revealing the truth like he a portal
A vampire sucked his blood, now he immortal
First he ignored then he worked the applause
He thirsty for more cause they
Loving how he perfectly flawed
Most of these rappers softer than
The allure of Juicy Couture
And from the start he put his
Heart in every verse he record
Caused to perform for the corporation
He made a profit with Satan
Then got with the Beat
Konducta for his Liberation
And for free at last till
Everybody started selling it but him
He's like I need to see a piece of that
And get right with God
He knows his gift is a phenomenon
He catch it when it strike
Like a lightning rod
His rhymes are the spitting image
He created us in
We getting paid in wages of sin
True, it's like death in a room
Every lie we ingest and consume
Is guaranteed to make us vegetables soon
Sometimes it's so hard, can't go on
Where did he lose his focus
Where did he go wrong?
He should love his life
He got a loving wife at home
But still find himself roaming through
The club at night
Kiss his children and they hug him tight
Gotta prove his love in family court tomorrow
'Cause he and they mother fight
These other artists really don't know
What to make of him so they afraid if him
They ain't breaking him
It's been over ten years since
He gave you the blast
The ones that counted him out
They didn't do the math
The fans tell him he under-appreciated
Underrated and hated but he
Thankful they debated
Thankful that he made it to
Glory while some faded
Thankful that he keep it surreal
While some fake it
Thankful for the skills that's
Keeping the family stable
Thankful for the meals he put
On the family table
He pay the bills when he able and
Spend for pleasure when he can
This the true measure of a man
Some things he'll never understand
That's okay though
He know we're molded in the image
Of God like Play Doh
But still he wax philosophical like Aristotle
Maybe one day they'll come up
With a better model
But till then, he the best there is
More than ten-thousand hours in
So that make him the specialist
Oh yeah, it's way more than relevance
It's classic, original, you remember this
We got what they need, yeah
Reflection Eternal
My life, my life, my life, my life
This is my life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
This is my life, my life, my life, my life
Yo, what's the daily word?
You ever feel like giving everything up
And buying a boat so you can sail the world?
Aiyyo, what's really hood?
He got a gift with the lyrics
The beat is lifting your spirit
When you ain't feeling good
Sometimes he feel like the whole
World is turning on him
The people miserable and try to
Place they burdens on him
He revealing the truth like he a portal
A vampire sucked his blood, now he immortal
First he ignored then he worked the applause
He thirsty for more cause they
Loving how he perfectly flawed
Most of these rappers softer than
The allure of Juicy Couture
And from the start he put his
Heart in every verse he record
Caused to perform for the corporation
He made a profit with Satan
Then got with the Beat
Konducta for his Liberation
And for free at last till
Everybody started selling it but him
He's like I need to see a piece of that
And get right with God
He knows his gift is a phenomenon
He catch it when it strike
Like a lightning rod
His rhymes are the spitting image
He created us in
We getting paid in wages of sin
True, it's like death in a room
Every lie we ingest and consume
Is guaranteed to make us vegetables soon
Sometimes it's so hard, can't go on
Where did he lose his focus
Where did he go wrong?
He should love his life
He got a loving wife at home
But still find himself roaming through
The club at night
Kiss his children and they hug him tight
Gotta prove his love in family court tomorrow
'Cause he and they mother fight
These other artists really don't know
What to make of him so they afraid if him
They ain't breaking him
It's been over ten years since
He gave you the blast
The ones that counted him out
They didn't do the math
The fans tell him he under-appreciated
Underrated and hated but he
Thankful they debated
Thankful that he made it to
Glory while some faded
Thankful that he keep it surreal
While some fake it
Thankful for the skills that's
Keeping the family stable
Thankful for the meals he put
On the family table
He pay the bills when he able and
Spend for pleasure when he can
This the true measure of a man
Some things he'll never understand
That's okay though
He know we're molded in the image
Of God like Play Doh
But still he wax philosophical like Aristotle
Maybe one day they'll come up
With a better model
But till then, he the best there is
More than ten-thousand hours in
So that make him the specialist
Oh yeah, it's way more than relevance
It's classic, original, you remember this