Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly Till I Die, artist - Pete Rock. Album song Soul Survivor II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bbe
Song language: English
Fly Till I Die |
It’s Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn |
Most definitely yaknowhatImsayin Mount Vernon |
And Pete Rock & C.L. |
Smooth (true) the brothers who brought ya |
Escapism, Return Of The Mecca, Straighten It Out, The Creators |
Yeah right about now we about to make history |
The track make you nod like smack through the needle |
Niggas don’t sell crack is they evil |
America’s build on the backs of my people |
Cats say they packin' the heat but they actin' like Chino |
Cause when it’s time to bounce it back they fall back in the fetal |
I went from crashin' the beat in the passenger seat |
Drivin' like many straight trees don’t even mix coke with the henney |
Flow with so many styles ladies open all night like Denis |
24 hours party people soakin' in the Remy and Cris' |
The video is directed by Benny and Chris |
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits |
I tell 'em this: you gotta be at least a dime for a piece of mind |
I deal with porters and keys just like the leachious mind |
I like mature girls just now reachin' they prime |
Know how to conversate to the man and don’t eat no swine |
If you ready to roll than we can rock shit |
My niggas so cold we hot |
Pete Rock murderville keep the joint on smash |
See the don come through enough bray that cash |
Talib Kweli he can speak to the mass |
Why the great minds think alike cause we keepin' it fly |
See we keepin' it fly till the day I die, and you can’t deny |
Son we keepin' it fly how we keepin' this fly |
Better master your eye cause we keepin' it fly |
Bring it back to life |
Psychedelic we sell it and niggas jealous fellows |
Go get your hate up get your weight up I’m tellin' you straight up |
You need to turn that frown upside down you use less muscles |
The smile is easier than it sound, it’s true |
Lookin' all crooked I be tellin' these dudes |
They should Straighten It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. |
Smooth |
See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie |
Kids fiend before the camera screaming; |
just shoot me |
Now they scream a million miles away from the sun |
But you still feel the heat when we packed us the way of the gun |
Like tape digs raise kids to escape the slave ships |
Instead they wanna pump weights not the state |
Better exercise take from work the rest get left inside |
And whips chicks and kicks money we specialize |
I be the respirator so hip hop is kept alive |
So many niggas buggin' me I need a fuckin' pesticide |
You put light back to life cause these rappers ain’t actin' right |
Thinkin' they cut like Mack the knife, rap the fight |
Battle right through the afterlife |
Cause when you die make you look way past the life |
And high sight I drop the type of rhyme |
To give the blind sight, sparkle a shine bright like lemonlime |
Sprite up in the limelight, yeah |
As we still at the track you feel it when the chorus tack |
You deal it twist a cap back with a skillet official would kill it |
This is fake the way we sill it as the great Pete Rock and Kweli |
Got Pete to make you chicks knees knock to Pete Rock my life |
It’s the soundtrack other niggas sound wack |
Like white kids tryin' to sound black |
I spit on mics wet up the essence where L drowned at |
This Guerilla Monsoon Rap first comb rap |
Soon rap come through a crossroads, and all these lost souls |
Will stand out with stress signals like morse code |