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Come on,
I like to take this opportunity to thank
Who riding with me so far, it's a been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not the destination
It's all about the journey, I y'all

my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York
You could make it here, you could make it
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet,
Whatever the we ride
Let my people go to the place knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm, it out

lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, up a edge a lot
My people suffering, to another chain
This voyage is maiden my mother, other name

Is this your first to hell?
a capitalist, if it's a product then we got it for sell
When I first to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, else fell into line

I paint the pictures, you could see the bleeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, the vowel
Word, there use to be no biting

Now the gangsters, no grinding
Probably see a fight in the stage, 'fore you see a in the crowd
I send this out to my people facing the
Homie, we riding it out, you what I'm writing about

my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New City
You could make it here, you make it anywhere
I prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is
We you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out

It's the 3rd eye of the
the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the
It's the 3rd eye of the

it out
it out
it out
Been ***

I'm not a but I'm handing out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no
*** in the streets outside to reach up for
Not that say they spiritual but actual practitioners

Rap listeners, we open the black
This *** with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances, you could tell who *** is
And *** is based upon the past experiences

We really been to war, hand to hand *** sales
Bill the man, the man they try to off the blackmail
Females left to up a son
the day he was one

Til' he twenty, and he up a gun
Get the blazin, the blaze of the sun
bracin' his lung
Young in his years and facing a ton

None of his peers share the road
Love the child, care to
But they hand a blunt and share
You ain't a rider and you hustlin'

To many excess with imitating these
So our kids looking up to drug and rappers
Taking all the away from the black actors

Revelation is first and Armageddon is
Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural
food culture be this, is always a factor
It's the gratification they want the cash

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York
You make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the we ride
Let my people go to the place knowledge is born
We you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out

the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the
It's the 3rd eye of the

It's the place where is born
it out, check it out, check it out
Talib Kweli, that's what it is, break it