Tommy Tee, Wordsworth, Punchline, A.L. (All Lyrics), Talib Kweli - Day by Day lyrics

Yo you think that, it's crazy man?
This brother from South Africa told
Me that there's like
A 2Pac tribe, and a Biggie tribe right?
And heads got like AK-47's
And machine guns and
And and and Africans killin each other
Over some East coast west coast, knahmsayin?
I mean that we deaded it a long time ago man
But lives is bein lost, yaknahmsayin?
Over some bullshit, yaknamsayin?
I don't really understand it yo

Yo, reality is life and death
Full of fights and threats
Murders, burglars
Prostitutes search the night for sex
Rollin dice on steps, take advice from vets
Brains are bright in death
And you can have accounts that
Never bounce from writin checks


Life and tecs, there ain't really much here
Either sports video games you
Deal or cut here jeeps or Porches
A portion of dreams in fortune
Intercourse that I'm stressed to
Keep it or abortion my topics full of plans
On profit from this land
A pocket full of grands to have
Your optics full of fans
I'm tired of dollar bands
Shoppin carts pushin cans
And jobs ain't callin back
You better off pullin scams
To rack props, cops harass black blocks
Parents addicted
Kids on they colors from crack tops
For jacktops
Pistols instead of tissue muscle to bust you
You got a choice
Either b-boy or drugs can rush you

Life is too short
That's why I strive to live it to the fullest
Half my brothers are locked up
The other half a caught a bullet to pull it
It's kinda strange like every night
I got a full moon i used to pull boom
Hopin one day I'd drop a jewel soon
But hard to see that
With so many problems in my picture
My car? that
I try to soft it with the liquor
We're dissolvin quicker
My streets are hotter than Cancun
Backstabbers'll shank you
Say more than thank you and prank you
They're brainwashin us
That's why I never use the shampoo
The game knockin us
That's why I'm clever when the cam zooms
So what's the reason for the treason
Who you pleasin when you skeezin
Bullets breezin every season
Leavin bodies freezin forget excuses
Puttin the blame up on the flamer
Hip-Hop is useless
When entertainers hit containers
Simple and plainer but crime
Is gettin stranger wrinkles my gainer
But in time we'll live in danger
No remainders in my chamber my
Eras are filled with toxicant
Lyrics my oxygen I get the
Spirit's from my moccassins
My mouth is where I dropped my gem
I made the Glock my friend
No peace in the East
Little kids is throwin rocks again

It's only one life to live so I sacrifice
But nobody came back from the afterlife
Life and death is the fate of the streets
Take it day by day, pray before I eat
Pray before I sleep
One life to live so I sacrifice
When nobody came back from the afterlife
Life and death is the fate of the streets
Take it day by day, pray before I eat
Pray before I sleep

The survivor of slavery
Definition of bravery
Flowin like Brooks bust Nines in
Deep Space like Avery
With rhymes made to be complete like A to Z
Or the number nine the months of pregnancy
What can you say to me?
Call up the travel agency
Book a flight to the end of time
When the wicked get refined
The righteous kick a rhyme livin divine
Rewind, to the present state
Of mind right now
Where beef will have you dead like the
First man to catch Mad Cow
Life is full of too much trifeness
To chill and be enjoyin
I be in the inner city
Like asbestos and lead poison
My memories within the cannon of history
Ready aim spit-fire my artillery
In the faces of cats who grillin me
(Yo what you lookin at?) Quick to touch
Up cats who ain't feelin me
With the ability, to plug you in
Like auxillary livin digitally
The only condition is critically
You still the man physically but
I'm sunnin you spiritually
Consider me far from average
Lyrical rites of passage
Rhymes comin out my cabbage
Cold light up a savage
Take you back to baby carriage, yo
For what it's worth
Drop a master verse before they
Cleaned up the afterbirth

Aiyyo since I was teethin
I was labelled a heathen
A demon, my pops must have had bad semen
Now all eyes peepin, the man with the raps
Been kickin since the womb and
My moms felt that
Train of thought off track
Cause I couldn't F widdit
I taught myself to hold ground on one pivot
And never be timid, call me the rap God
A slave to the game just like Amistad
I rap eager, a daydreamer
I seen cats dance for crack
Like Gator in Jungle Fever
While the thugs bust shots til
It just don't stop i'll have a fat knot
Controllin finances through the laptop
Enhancin your mind, at night when I rhyme
I spit gems that shine havin
You thinkin it's daytime
I be the final sign, at any rate
Opposin debate
For all rappers with militant mindstates