Testo 7:30 - Talib Kweli feat. Res
Testo della canzone 7:30 (Talib Kweli feat. Res), tratta dall'album Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1
Wow, it must be a blizzard
This dude is the top of the food chain
Please give him that and acknowledge it for what it is
In real time, dude
Or is it a particle or a wave? (C'mon)
Yeah, speed it up, cat (What time is it?)
DJ Quik
It's 7:30, 'bout to be that time
And if you missed the word, don't be afraid to press rewind (Yeah)
But if you got to open your eyes to see
The truth (That's when the freaks come out)
Then maybe this one ain't for you (It's fuckin' crazy)
It's 7:30, 'bout to be that time
And if you missed the word, don't be
Afraid to press rewind (But just watch)
But if you got to open your eyes to see the truth
Then maybe this one ain't for you (Don't time it out, yo, word)
Every night at 7:30 (C'mon), men get dirty
Yo, I yelled so loud, the heavens heard me (C'mon)
The information that I drop so hot, it's newsworthy (Yeah)
Cops is askin' me who told me, I said, "A little birdie" (Uh)
Dirty, listen, the way the sunset glisten so pretty
Castin' a shadow on the grave of those who die early
Tryna get it and they got it, how could it not disturb me? (Word)
Make your eyes pop out your head like you was Mr. Furley
It get crazy
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up (Uh)
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time (7:30)
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be (Yeah, yeah)
And don't at the same time
Now let me run it down about this kid we call Cooley (Uh)
We called him Cooley 'cause his hair was curly, unruly
Young muhfucker, fourteen, is gone need (Uh)
Parents moved to Flatbush in the seventies
Tryna get it on thirty-eighth between J and K
White Jewish neighborhood, so they
Thought that they was safe (Yeah, right)
Until somethin' happened that we call gentrification (What's that?)
That's when the niggas move in and crackers start escapin' (Pyoom)
It's on his races, slingin' adjacent to the police station (C'mon)
When crack came out, the junkies thought they was just freebasin'
They made a nigga Cooley rich runnin' with wild Jamaicans
From Vanderveer VIP niggas (VIP), beefin' with them Haitians
One day in the train station, seen the main Haitian nigga
Went and put it to his Franklin
Knew what he had to do to prove himself, no hesitatin'
Had a.38 and he caught the 5 express to Atlantic Avenue
Waited for the local and blast through like his attitude
Was gangsta, dropped the gun, tried to make a break for the park (Uh)
Cops hopped out the unmarked car
Put the Glock in his face, got locked
Upstate, it's the wrong place to be in
Thuggin' for the crew and them niggas never came to see him
Came out when he was thirty, perspective different now (Uh)
Hate to see kids gettin' in the game while he was gettin' out
Before he got to his mama crib, he
Saw the Haitian with the same.38 and
Thought he murked a nigga, guess he was mistaken
Sometimes life
Sometimes life's like a drug (Uh)
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up (Uh)
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time (7:30)
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be (C'mon)
And don't at the same time (Yo)
The streets talk to the beat that I walk
I write rhymes in chalk outlines and toss out lines
With bait to catch wind of the word on the block
Shit happened so fast, I felt the breeze
Like a gun blast and a bullet been shot
Pass my ear, it's sad to hear the same shit year after year
Mama cryin', tear after tear, the hereafter is here and now
You waitin' for your Heaven to appear in a cloud
So you steady tryna get high while Hell is tearin' you down
Police starin' you down, silence is deadly, but your spirit is loud
Your niggas die, you pourin' beer on the ground
Standin' around, talkin' that apocalypse shit apostles predict
Locked up tomorrow, quick to swallow a dick
Hollerin' bitch at the chick who raisin'
Your seed, you don't acknowledge the kid
Think you got knowledge? Nigga, your
Knowledge is trick, you followin' myths
Niggas like to ease the pain with a bottle and a spliff
'Til the truth explode in they chest like a hollow tip, word
Sometimes life's like a drug (Uh)
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up (C'mon, yeah)
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time (7:30, uh)
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time (C'mon, 7:30)
Sometimes life's like a drug
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up
Makin' me what I want to be
And don't at the same time (C'mon, 7:30)
Sometimes life's like a drug (Uh)
Trippin' me out and fuckin' me up (Uh)
Makin' me what I want to be (Uh)
And don't at the same time (Yeah, we)
Sometimes life's like a drug
Cocaine is a hell of a drug
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Writer(s): Talib Kweli
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