| For every second of
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| Every minute of
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| Every hour of
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| Every day of
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| My life, I stayed plugged
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| And away from fake thugs
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| Celebrate make love
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| Y’all stay up
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| My people rise we immune to the evil eye
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| We in the times when mosquito bites make people die
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| Birds falling out the sky from the pesticides
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| Niggas survive with no time for the wonder why
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| Get high, get fly, get wonderful
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| Rock earth tones, language is colorful
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| Walking light with the big sticks through the night
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| Find a beautiful life through usual strife
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| We throw change-ups
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| Now it’s time to switch the game up
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| Brooklyn lick-shot
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| Let the heaters spit the flame up
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| Mentioning those who came up
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| Always bringing Kweli name up
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| We off the hook
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| Them other cats got hang ups
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| We came from fourty acres and a cheap mule
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| None of what we do
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| Is smoke blunts, drink forties, get paper and keep to
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| Crews carry out justice with street rules
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| Think what they need to, pay deep dues to heap fews
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| Murder machines, designer jeans we bleed through
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| The weak fools in the elite few are see-through
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| You peep who fake if your eyes are keen to reality
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| You see who cling to the mind state of fallacy
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| They can’t face the tragedy of spiritual depravity
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| They see the situation but they don’t know the gravity
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| I mastered the response by following the calling
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| The light shining behind me casting shadows on the fallen
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| For, every second of, the night we wrecking clubs
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| Get the people’s hands up above
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| Get respect and love worldwide
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| International, son of the black national
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| And pan-african back again over soul beats
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| Hold heat like the sunshine
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| (Truly?) for one time
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| No peace ever since justice become blind
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| That bitch act like she can’t see what we been through
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| I bitch-slap mics, raise my voice and continue like that
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| Yes we rocking like that, that, that
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| We gonna continue like that, that
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| Like that, that
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| Like that, that
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| That, that, that, that
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| Rocking and shocking the house
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| YoungBlood brass band
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| Hot and we knocking 'em out
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| Kweli from Brooklyn and we
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| Drop from the top to the south
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| So what now?
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| Showing you all what it’s all about
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| In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
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| In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
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| In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
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| In the language of those who blast before they talk it out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Y'all Stay Up , by - Youngblood Brass Band. Song from the album 20 Years Young, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп