| Last one to fall asleep, first one to wake up
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| (No doubt, you know how we do)
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| All nighters, 6:20 in the AM, man
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| It’s the magic hour
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| Doing it til the sunrise
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| I live my life in the sunshine
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| It was as beautiful as Hawaiian beaches
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| Usually it’s the students to be the truest teachers
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| (No doubt, you know how we do)
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| So gorgeous, this the magic hour, yeah
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| Start of a new day, it’s a new way
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| Get with the new way
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| Uh, back to the future like a delorean
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| Documenting the struggle I’m huddling with historians
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| Making a way back to Brooklyn like we the warriors
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| Told you this man’s story bordering on vainglorious
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| Heading to Cali for an education of Sonny Carson
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| And the need to police resurrection of Johnnie Cochran
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| Never accepted the rejection cause failure never an option
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| That’s the gospel like Mahalia, I’m a legend, I’ve been a problem nigga
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| They still asleep in this dormez-vous like Frere Jacques
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| Pardon my french like Remy Martin and Henny bottles
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| The chances of survival more shallow than winning lotto
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| The liquor that they swallow got them rattled, plenty Benny Blanco bravado
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| Look at 'em fronting for these models
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| La mujeres mulattos on the floor with the wobble wobble
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| Sipping moscato while selling themselves for follows
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| This shit is intense like a Pentecostal revival
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| I’m in these streets like potholes, where the guns make Illinois to Chicago
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| Bap bap bap like staccato
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| I spit it like I just finished gargling the velocity marvelous
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| Get your goggles, we hit it at full throttle
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| I’m praying for a better tomorrow, my candle is burning slow as cubanos
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| I’m seeing red like Ricky Ricardo
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| They tried to stop my product like an embargo, but see they wallow in their
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| sorrows
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| So they promises is empty and hollow, mahalo
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| Uh, live my life in the sunshine
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| Bust rhymes, beautiful as the sunrise
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| Plus side but the orchestra like I’m Sun Ra
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| Got with Alchemist like a wonder twin then we combine
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| The face of God got the finest features
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| And she listening if you tryna reach her
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| High Valyrian rap, looking for my Khaleesi
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| The ones that Ebro call minor league is the real fire breathers
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| Now let me teach you how to train your dragon
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| First rule they can’t be tamed cause they ain’t gon' have it
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| It ain’t no magic just actual facts and logic here
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| Hip hop will flourish with nourishment and the proper care |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Magic Hour , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Radio Silence, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп