Talib Kweli - NY Weather Report lyrics

Come on yeah
I'd like to take this
Opportunity to thank everybody
Who been ridin' with me so far
It's been a long journey
But they say your life's path
Is not about the destination
It's all about the journey
I appreciate y'all

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Of struggle, love, hate, fear
New York City
You can make it here you can make it anywhere
I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet
Snow whatever the weather, we ride
Let my people go
To the place where knowledge is born
We walkin' in the third eye of the storm
Check it out



Futuristic lyricist
Straight from the renaissance
Top of the supper chain, rap's upper echelons
My people sufferin', slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden
Like my mother other name
Is this your first trip to
Hell? We venture capitalists
If it's a product, then we got it for sale
When I first started to spell
My words fell into rhymes turned into songs
Everything else fell into line
I painted pictures you could see
The people bleed in my bars
When I was a teen I was mean
About to reach for the stars
So if I fell, I fell right in the cloud
Tighten the valve niggas is watered down
Used to be no bitin' allowed
Now they gangstas, no cryin' allowed
You probably see a fight on the stage before
You see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my
People facin' the storm, homie
We ridin' it out
You inspire what I'm writin' about

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Of struggle, love, hate, fear
New York City
You can make it here you can make it anywhere
I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet
Snow whatever the weather, we ride
Let my people go
To the place where knowledge is born
We walk into the third eye of the storm
Check it out

It's the third eye of the storm
It's the third eye of the storm
It's the third eye of the storm
It's the third eye of the storm
Check it out (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Check it out (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Check it out (Ha, ha, ha)
We ain't fuckin around (Uh, uh)

I'm not a judge
But I'm handin' out sentences
For political prisoners
And regular inmates with no visitors
Niggas in the street outside the
Reach of the ministers
Not those that say "Spiritual
" but actual partitioners
Rap listeners who be openin' Black businesses
This underground shit with samples
That lack clearances
Once you get past appearances
You can tell whose shit is fake
Or whose shit is based on past experience
You really been to war hand
To hand like crack sales
Building man to man
They tryna kill off the black male
Females left to raise up her son
From the day he was one
'Til he twenty and he raise up a gun
And get to blazin' for his place in the sun
The smoke grazin' his lung
Young in his years and he facin' a ton
None of his peers wanna share the
Role of child care provider
But they'll hit a nigga
Blunt and share saliva
You ain't a rider and you hustlin' backwards
Too many equate success with
Imitating these crackers
So our kids lookin' up to
Drug dealers and rappers
We takin' all the work away
From the Black actors
Revelation is first and Armageddon is after
Tsunamis and hurricanes, natural disasters
The fast food culture
Speed is always a factor (Come on)
Instant gratification
They want the cash faster

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Of struggle, love, hate, fear
New York City
You can make it here you can make it anywhere
I came prepared for the rain, hail, sleet
Snow whatever the weather, we ride
Let my people go
To the place where knowledge is born
We walk into the third eye of the storm
Check it out

It's the third eye of the storm
It's the third eye of the storm
It's the third eye of the storm
It's the place where knowledge is born
Check it out (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Check it out (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Check it out (Ha, ha, ha) talib Kweli
That's what it is, break it down

Paranorm, I perform through a storm