Youngblood Brass Band, Talib Kweli - Y'All Stay Up lyrics
[Youngblood Brass Band, Talib Kweli - Y'All Stay Up lyrics]
For every second of every minute of
Every hour of every day of
My life, I stayed plugged
And away from fake thugs celebrate make love
Y'all stay up
My people rise we immune to the evil eye
We in the times when mosquito
Bites make people die
Birds falling out the sky from the pesticides
Niggas survive with no time
For the wonder why
Get high, get fly, get wonderful
Rock earth tones, language is colorful
Walking light with the big
Sticks through the night
Find a beautiful life through usual strife
We throw change-ups
Now it's time to switch the game up
Brooklyn lick-shot
Let the heaters spit the flame up
Mentioning those who came up
Always bringing Kweli name up
We off the hook them other cats got hang ups
We came from fourty acres and a cheap mule
None of what we do
Is smoke blunts, drink forties
Get paper and keep to
Crews carry out justice with street rules
Think what they need to
Pay deep dues to heap fews murder machines
Designer jeans we bleed through
The weak fools in the
Elite few are see-through
You peep who fake if your
Eyes are keen to reality
You see who cling to the
Mind state of fallacy
They can't face the tragedy
Of spiritual depravity
They see the situation but they
Don't know the gravity
I mastered the response by
Following the calling
The light shining behind me casting
Shadows on the fallen for, every second of
The night we wrecking clubs
Get the people's hands up above
Get respect and love worldwide
International, son of the black national
And pan-african back again over soul beats
Hold heat like the sunshine
(Truly?) for one time
No peace ever since justice become blind
That bitch act like she can't
See what we been through i bitch-slap mics
Raise my voice and continue like that
Yes we rocking like that, that, that
We gonna continue like that, that
Like that, that like that, that
That, that, that, that
Rocking and shocking the house
YoungBlood brass band
Hot and we knocking 'em out
Kweli from Brooklyn and we
Drop from the top to the south so what now?
Showing you all what it's all about
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out
Every hour of every day of
My life, I stayed plugged
And away from fake thugs celebrate make love
Y'all stay up
My people rise we immune to the evil eye
We in the times when mosquito
Bites make people die
Birds falling out the sky from the pesticides
Niggas survive with no time
For the wonder why
Get high, get fly, get wonderful
Rock earth tones, language is colorful
Walking light with the big
Sticks through the night
Find a beautiful life through usual strife
We throw change-ups
Now it's time to switch the game up
Brooklyn lick-shot
Let the heaters spit the flame up
Mentioning those who came up
Always bringing Kweli name up
We off the hook them other cats got hang ups
We came from fourty acres and a cheap mule
None of what we do
Is smoke blunts, drink forties
Get paper and keep to
Crews carry out justice with street rules
Think what they need to
Pay deep dues to heap fews murder machines
Designer jeans we bleed through
The weak fools in the
Elite few are see-through
You peep who fake if your
Eyes are keen to reality
You see who cling to the
Mind state of fallacy
They can't face the tragedy
Of spiritual depravity
They see the situation but they
Don't know the gravity
I mastered the response by
Following the calling
The light shining behind me casting
Shadows on the fallen for, every second of
The night we wrecking clubs
Get the people's hands up above
Get respect and love worldwide
International, son of the black national
And pan-african back again over soul beats
Hold heat like the sunshine
(Truly?) for one time
No peace ever since justice become blind
That bitch act like she can't
See what we been through i bitch-slap mics
Raise my voice and continue like that
Yes we rocking like that, that, that
We gonna continue like that, that
Like that, that like that, that
That, that, that, that
Rocking and shocking the house
YoungBlood brass band
Hot and we knocking 'em out
Kweli from Brooklyn and we
Drop from the top to the south so what now?
Showing you all what it's all about
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast
Before they talk it out