NY Weather Report

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 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 welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm, check it out Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance Top of the suffer chain, raps up a edge a lot 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 Word, there use to be no biting allowed Now the gangsters, no grinding allowed Probably see a fight in the stage, 'fore 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 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 welcome you to 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 *** around I'm not a judge but I'm handing out sentences To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors *** 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 *** with samples to lack clearances Once you get a past appearances, you could tell who *** is fake And who's *** is based upon the past experiences We really been to war, hand to hand like *** sales Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail Females left to raise up a son From the day he was one Til' he twenty, and he raise up a gun Get the blazin, fore the blaze of the sun Smoke bracin' his lung Young in his years and he's facing a ton None of his peers wanna share the road Love the child, care to provider But they hand a blunt and share saliva You ain't a rider and you hustlin' backwards To many excess with imitating these crackers So our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappers Taking all the work away from the black actors Revelation is first and Armageddon is after Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural disasters Fast food culture be this, is always a factor It's the gratification they want the cash faster It's my blood, sweat, tears, years 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 welcome you to 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 place where knowledge is born Check it out, check it out, check it out Talib Kweli, that's what it is, break it down