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• Artiste: Talib Kweli
• Titre: Life Ahead Of Me
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I got my whole life ahead of me x4 [Verse 1: Rapsody] This path got hurdles Smoke rappers to make up for the herbal It's quite fertile after 4 months of murder I push em to the edge, now they sanity is (?) Missin', I guess I'm that gifted Why I never celebrated damn Christmas I been the rap game wishlist The morticians boomin' business These bitches till bitchin' Sad day for you, there's no love? Here, better ask grandma, she can pray for you You just pray to me I just react like 8 Uzi's, blow holes in your plan like (?) Love the (?) in Sicily I pray I'm just as strong as on when I turn 60 Hope my health good and I ain't sick, B Pray with news, no other icons Like we lost Whitney, and maybe (?) You'll get my age right Maybe one of these months, I'll sleep all night And if I don't, it's alright [Hook: Rapsody (x3)] I got my whole life ahead of me I know this world ain't heavenly I'm just following this little recipe I got my whole life ahead of me (x3) I know this world ain't heavenly I'm just following this lil' recipe [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Stack chips like the treasury Nigga swear they ballin' like they 7 feet But John Lennon, just let it be (I got my whole life ahead of me) I judge a man by his enemies Rapsody my sister, 9th my brother Like the (?) Indie 5, the best emcee's of recent memory They try to kill the poor, I got the remedy That's why I fought the (?) damn Kennedy's Try to pull a rug like (?) Buggin' you like a centipede Even tho it tie together nicely like a center piece Try to pretend Try to take away my energy Save it like dentist (?) These niggas thirsty as a speech was in Tennessee (?) You girl messaged me, calling me bae like the (?) But never stop testing me Chances the best of me is lookin' Black Star, I'm a body of work, it's heavenly Death tries it's best to keep up Cause life's ahead of me [Hook (x2)] [Verse 3: Rapsody] How slow can you be, I been killin' annually I'm half beast machine I guess Hills or Jeans make a difference If they listen or pay attention, I'm in adventure, fuck you niggas If I had a penis, your penis would be hard as a brick is Say I'm king on some rap shit But my gender got them tender I recognize y'all lies And understand it ain't even, ain't no 5+5's Ain't no more cries like Mary Blige and them Pressure part of the process, like all them diamonds been So when I'm (?) And break promises I never like a female rapper that ain't honest, if it now If they never saw my profile, they probably picture me with a image That do resemble (?) Dissing like (?) cymbals Make much noise And rejoice for Cristal But not really, though I'm still killin' them easy, like eenie miny moe [Hook (x2)]