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Come on,
I to take this opportunity to thank everybody
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 appreciate

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

Futuristic lyricist, straight from the
Top of the chain, raps up a edge a lot
My people suffering, slave to another
This voyage is like my mother, other name

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

I paint the pictures, you see the people bleeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the
So if I fail or fell, in the clouds, tighten 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 fight in the
I send this out to my people the storm
Homie, we riding it out, you what I'm writing about

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

it out
it out
it out
Been ***

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

Rap listeners, we open the businesses
This *** with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances, you tell who *** is fake
And who's *** is based upon the past

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

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

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

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

Revelation is first and is after
Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural
Fast food culture be this, is a factor
the gratification they want the cash faster

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

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

It's the place where knowledge is
Check it out, it out, check it out
Talib Kweli, that's what it is, it down