Talib Kweli - NY Weather Report Lyrics

Come on
Yeah
I like to take this opportunity to thank everybody
Who been riding with me so far, it's a 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
My struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare 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 3rd eye of the storm, check it out

Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, Rap's upper echelon
My people suffering, slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden like my mother, other name

Is this your first trip to hell?
Avenge a capitalist, if it's a product then we got it for sell
When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell into line

I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the vowel
Watered down, used to be no biting allowed

Now the gangsters, no grinding allowed
You'd probably see a fight in the stage
Before you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my people facing the storm
Homie, we riding it out, you inspire what I'm writing about

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
My struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare 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 3rd eye of the storm, check it out

It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm

Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Been fuckin' around (uh uh)

I'm not a judge but I'm handing out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors
Niggas in the streets outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spiritual but actual practitioners

Rap listeners, we open the black businesses
This underground shit with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances, you could tell who shit is fake
And who's shit is based upon the past experiences

We really been to war, hand in hand like crack sales
Building man to man, they tryin' to 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 the blazin', for his place in the sun
The smoke grazin' his lung
Young in his years and he's facing a ton

None of his peers wanna share the role
Of the childcare provider
But they 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 looking 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 (c'mon)
Instant gratification, they want the cash faster

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
My struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare 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 3rd 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)
Check it out
Check it out
Talib Kweli
That's what it is, break it down

Par-par-para
Par-par-para
Par-paranorm I perform through a storm
Perform
Perform, perform
Perform, perform, perform-form perform through a storm
S-s-storm, storm, storm, storm
S-s-storm, storm, storm, storm
S-storm, s-storm
S-s-storm, storm, storm, storm
Paranorm I perform through a storm
S-s-storm, storm, storm, storm
S-s-storm, storm, storm, storm