Get By Lyrics

[Mos Def] lets see, this is happenin every day y'all (right now), right now, right now (GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!) Listen brooklyn wins again It's the 'Stuy, its the 'Bush, them niggas again Ta' Kweli, mighty Def, and S Dot on the guest, got Kanye, yo the dopeman of hip hop now lets rock And roll out niggas, my hometown niggas Will get it good in yo' hood, so slow down niggas Watch the speed though, mind ya pedal and ease off Or screech off into a collision course of these walls They don't move, don't break, don't lose Don't sleep, life passin, life's flashin Life happens that fast, par-da-don Black hands up in prayer, black guns up affair Dyin wishes to touch the air seekin Heaven, it wasnt here Eyes will not see another year, its another day It's the same fight, different round, sound the bell Mix it up, in victory ya live it up The beat'll get risen up, ya knocked down And get back and get it up Get off of queer street and get wit us And get clear where we get it, from the heart, from the people From the top, from the deep, from the gut, from the street From my soul, to the mic, to the essence So in my absence you feel the prescence, exactly I make contact wit shorter mc Me and mind we don't justify, we get free [Jay-Z] (Mos niccah!) Just to get by Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah Carried a four five Claimed I was ready to die Promised never to cry Held it all inside Reality was too much to take so I Kept my mind fried Slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes Cuz this flow of mineis like blow up wit lines of coca' And you folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seeing your moms Doin five dollars worth of work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh yea) I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing, bye [Kanye West] It's like I got that Raven Simone piano flow It's like a Michaelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for the antidote if music get ya choked up, this is the treat Anna wrote This the Chi' nigga, i'm Mr. All of That Fuck a map, let's put this bitch on an almanac Dice what they hittin fo', lacs what you sittin on Tracks who you spittin on?, rap till we get it on And don't let nobody with the power to sign Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme They used to tell me toughen up, put some bass in ya voice They used to tell me lighten up, put some Mase in ya voice Lord willin, I ain't killed nobody But I have a feelin this album that i'm gonna make a killin Well now its chillin, this is love it or hate it music But...at least we made it music And we didnt make it industry, this is gon' be interestin This'll be the end of me, or i'm finna be a entity Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def and Kweli We are not makin songs no more, we're makin history [Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers] This morning I woke up Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get by, just to get by Just to get (by), just to get (everybody get your hands in the sky, it go) [background singers]2x bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah [Talib Kweli] Just to get by, just to get by (Talib Kweli) Just to get by We keep it gangsta, stay 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy' To set the tide to the violence on the TV during the war Killin each other is easy, there's whores and liquor for fallen niggas Believe me, it's ghetto lavacious, seen it all befo' Just to get by, my people we get fly My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lah Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin the throne I said rest in peace to Nina Simone [Busta Rhymes] Back in the days we was used to doin the shit I can't call it all in the streets We was hustlin fiends that asked for it I guess I was used to just standin on corners Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack Hopin the week was good so I could get money back To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength That made me angry and bleed With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Those be the times when I try to rely On my niggas and street motherfuckers And reach out to wifey and then I place a call on my mother To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by (Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma) If you was five percent instead of actin stupid and guessin You had to go and study your lessons And know your math in the building recession to get by [Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers] This morning I woke up Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (get), just to get (get) Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye) [background singers repeat in the background] bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah [Fade to End]Talib Kweli f/ Busta Rhymes, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Mos Def - Get By - http://motolyrics.com/talib-kweli-f-busta-rhymes-jay-z-kanye-west-mos-def/get-by-lyrics.html