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

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

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

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

I paint the pictures, you could see the people 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, tighten the
Word, use to be no biting allowed

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 inspire what I'm about

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 weather we
Let my people go to the place where 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
the 3rd eye of the storm

it out
it out
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Been ***

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

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

We been to war, hand to hand like *** sales
Bill the man, the man try to kill 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
Smoke his lung
Young in his years and he's a ton

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

To many excess with these crackers
So our kids looking up to dealers and rappers
all the work away from the black actors

Revelation is first and Armageddon is
Tsunami's, and natural disasters
food culture be this, is always a factor
It's the 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 came for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we
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 where knowledge is born
Check it out, check it out, it out
Talib Kweli, that's it is, break it down