Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respiration, artist - Black Star. Album song Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Respiration |
«whatd you do last night? |
««we did umm, two whole cars |
It was me, dez, and main three right? |
And on the first car in small letters it said |
all you see is. |
and then you know |
Big, big, you know some block silver letters |
That said. |
crime in the city right? |
««it just took up the whole car? |
««yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit…» |
escuchela. |
la ciudad respirando |
(translation of spanish: listen to it. the city breathing) |
escuchela. |
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis |
Shinin, like who on top of this? |
People was hustlin, arguin and bustlin |
Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin |
Im wrestlin with words and ideas |
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit |
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo This aint no time where the usual is suitable |
Tonight alive, lets describe the inscrutable |
The indisputable, we new york the narcotic |
Strength in metal and fiber optics |
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips |
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets |
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches |
Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living |
Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options |
No batman and robin, cant tell between |
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless |
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened |
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened |
My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin |
You either make a way or stay sobbin, the shiny apple |
Is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat |
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat |
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down |
Spotlight to savages, nasdaq averages |
My narrative, rose to explain this existance |
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance |
So much on my mind that it cant recline |
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine |
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine |
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline |
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call |
I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathin |
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening |
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving |
Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps |
We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept |
The beast crept through concrete jungles |
Communicatin with one another |
And ghetto birds where waters fall |
From the hydrants to the gutters |
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin |
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken |
Taken them plungers, plungin to death thats painted by the numbers |
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin god |
But havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it We played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull |
When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes |
Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise |
Look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog |
Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene |
Thoughts that people put in the air |
Places where you could get murdered over a glare |
But everything is fair |
Its a paradox we call reality |
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality |
Killers born naturally like, micky and mallory |
Not knowing the waysll get you capped like an nba salary |
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing |
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in For trees to grow in brooklyn, seeds need to be planted |
Im asking if yall feel me and the crowd left me stranded |
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause new york niggaz |
Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates |
New york life type trife the roman empire state |
So much on my mind I just cant recline |
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine |
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine |
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline |
Yo dont the bass ride out like an ancient mating call |
I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathin |
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening |
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving |
escuchela. |
respirando? |
? |
Yo… on the amen, corner I stood lookin at my former hood |
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good |
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldnt mask it Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadnt mastered |
I coreograph seven steps to heaven |
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened |
Veteran of a cold war its chica-i-go for |
What I know or, whats known |
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home |
From the crib I spend months gone |
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long |
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong |
Tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didnt have a touch-tone |
Its a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on Some of this land I must own |
Outta the city, they want us gone |
Tearin down the jects creatin plush homes |
My circumstance is between cabrini and love jones |
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home |
Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound |
Found it hard to imagine he hadnt been past downtown |
Its deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep |
Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep |
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep |
Of reality I touch, but for me its hard to keep |
So much on my mind I just cant recline |
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine |
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine |
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline |
Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call |
I cant take it yall, I can feel the city breathing |
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening |
Kiss the ides goodbye, Im on the last train leaving |