Kanye West "Spaceship"
start of lyrics [Hook: Kanye West]
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Man, man, man
If my manager insults me again I will be
assaulting him
After I fuck the manager up then I'm
gonna shorten the register up
Let's go back, back to the Gap
Look at my check, wasn't no scratch
So if I stole, wasn't my fault
Yeah I stole, never got caught
They take me to the back and pat me
Askin' me about some khakis
But let some black people walk in
I bet they show off their token blackie
Oh now they love Kanye, let's put him
all in the front of the store
Saw him on break next to the 'No
Smoking' sign with a blunt and a Mall'
Takin' my hits, writin' my hits
Writin' my rhymes, playin' my mind
This fuckin' job can't help him
So I quit, y'all welcome
Y'all don't know my struggle
Y'all can't match my hustle
You can't catch my hustle
You can't fathom my love dude
Lock yourself in a room doin' five beats
a day for three summers
That's a different world like Kree
Summers
I deserve to do these numbers
The kid that made that deserves that
Maybach
So many records in my basement
I'm just waitin' on my spaceship, blaow
[Hook: Kanye West]
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
[Verse 2: GLC]
Man, I'm talkin' way past the sky
Let's go, yeah
And I didn't even try to work a job
Represent the mob
At the same time thirsty on the grind
Chi state of mind
Lost my momma, lost my mind
+My life, my love+ that's not mine
Why you ain't signed?
Wasn't my time
Leave me alone, work for y'all
Half of it's yours, half of it's mine
Only one to ball
Never one to fall
Gotta get mine
Gotta take mine
Got a tech nine
Reach my prime
Gotta make these haters respect mine
In the mall 'til 12 when my schedule said
nine
Puttin' them pants on shelves
Waitin' paitently I ask myself
Where I wanna go, where I wanna be
Life is much more than runnin' in the
streets
Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat
Put me on my feet
Sound so sweet
Yes I'm the same ol' G, same goatee
Stayin' low key, nope
Holler at God "Man why'd you had to
take my folks?"
Hope to see Freddy G., Yusef G
Love my G, Rolly G
Police watch me smoke my weed, count
my G's
Got a lot of people countin' on me
And I'm just tryin' to find my peace
Should of finished school like my niece
Then I wouldn't finally wouldn't use my
piece, blaow
Aw man, all this pressure
[Hook: Kanye West]
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
[Verse 3: Consequence]
I remember havin' to take the dollar cab
Comin' home real late at night
Standin' on my feet all damn day
Tryin' to make this thing right
And havin' one of my co-workers say
"Yo you look just like
This kid I seen in the old Busta Rhymes
video the other night"
Well easy come, easy go
How that sayin' goes
No more broad service, cars, and them
TV shows
I all had that snatched from me
And all the faculties all turn their back
on me
And didn't wanna hear a rap from me
So naturally actually had to face things
factually
Had to be a catastrophe with the
fridgest starin' back at me
Cuz nothing's there, nothing's fair
I don't wanna ever go back there
So I won't be takin' no days off 'til my
spaceship takes off
[Hook: Kanye West]
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
I've been workin' this graveshift and I
ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and
fly past the sky
[Outro: GLC]
I wanna fly, I wanna fly
I said I want my chariot to pick me up
And take me brother for a ride
Jay Z “Coming of Age”
(feat. Memphis Bleek)
[Jay-Z]
Yeah...
Come experience... life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah,
yeah
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn
Actions... well, y'all know the actions
Uhh, I got this shorty on my block
always clockin my rocks
He likes the style and profile I think he
wanna mock
He likes the way I walk, he sees my
money talkin
to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga
in New York and
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood
boils
He wanna, run with me, I know this
kid'll be loyal
I watched him make a few ends, to cop
his little sneakers and gear
then it's just enough for re-up again
I see myself in his eyes, I moved from
Levi's
to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds
like Liberace
That's just the natural cycle, nobody
wanna be like Michael
where I'm from, just them niggaz who
banned from a gun
We out here trying to make hard white
into cohhhhld green
I can help shorty blow out like AfroSheen
Plus I can relive my days of youth which
is gone
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put
him on
[Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek]
It's time to come up (and hold my own
weight, defend my crown)
Gots to lock it down and when they
rush (stand my ground)
It's time to come up (stick up my chest,
and make some loot)
Gots to lock it down and when they
rush (stand on my own two)
[Memphis Bleek]
I'm out here slingin bringin the drama,
tryin to come up
in the game and add a couple of dollar
signs to my name
I'm out here servin disturbin the peace,
life could be better
like my man reclined in plush leather
seats
He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls
sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin
quarters y'all
I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come
to me
If he give me the nod then these niggaz
gon' see
I'm tired of bein out here round the
clock
and breakin day, and chasin crackers up
the block for my pay
I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check
I'm tryin to step up to the next level,
pushin Vettes to the Jets
Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly
in your equilibirum
and stunned I'm waitin for my day to
come
I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna
lifetime sentence
just give me the word
[Chorus]
[JZ] Hey fella I been watchin you
clockin
[MB] Who me holdin down this block it
ain't nothin
You the man nigga now stop frontin
[JZ] Hahahh I like your style
[MB] Nah, I like YO' style
[JZ] Let's drive around awhile
[MB] Cool nigga
[JZ] Here's a thou'
[MB] A G? I ride witchu for free
I want the longterm riches and bitches
[JZ] Have it all; now listen to me
You let them other niggaz get the name,
skip the fame
Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit
the same
[MB] On the low?
[JZ] Yeah, the only way to blow
You let your shit bubble quietly
[MB] AND THEN YOU BLOW!
[JZ] Hey keep your cool
The only way to peep a fool is let him
show his hand
Then you play your cards
[MB] Then he through dealin I
understand
[JZ] Don't blow your dough on hotties
[MB] The only thing I got in this world
is my word and my nuts
and won't break em for nobody!
[JZ] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you
can start
[MB] From now until death do us part...
[Chorus 2X]
Talib Kweli et al. “Get By”
[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, Kweli
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back
Classic Brooklyn, let's go
We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back
in the zone
My passionate poems got the feds
tapping my phones
It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm
acting alone
I got a whole team that'll put a gat to
your dome
To get by, just to get by, just to get by,
just to get by
Yo this remix is hot, we're only dealing
with the live hip hop
Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc)
[Jay-Z]
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 fly
Slimmed for most of mine
Soon as I closed my eyes
Then I woke up behind
Nigga either I throw it up, these nines
Or blow up with rhymes
The best flow of mines is like blow up
on lines of coke up
And your folks think Hov' just wrote
stuff to rhyme
Nah, I'm a poster for what happened
seeing your moms
Doing five dollars worth to 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)
I'd rather pull a mac on you
Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packing
[Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers]
This morning I woke up
Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up
Feeling my highs and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking and stop drinking
But I've been thinking I got my reasons
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get (by), just to get
(everybody gets your hands in the sky, it
go)
[background singers]
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
Just to get by
(...hands in the sky, it go)
[background singers]
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 gangster, stay 'for shizzle',
'for sheezy'
Desensitize to the violence on the TV
during the war
Killing each other is easy, there's war
and liquor for fallen niggas
Believe me, it's ghetto libations seen it
all before
Just to get by, my people we get fly
My people we get high, filling cigars
with the lah
Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned
before receiving the throne
I said to rest in peace to Nina Simone
[Busta Rhymes]
Back in the days we was used to doing
the shit
I can't call it all in the streets
We was hustling fiends that asked for it
I guess I was used to just standing on
corners
Waiting for paper bags with bundles of
crack
Hoping 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 having me smoking
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 wife 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 acting
stupid and guessing
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
Feeling brand new and I, I jumped up
Feeling my highs and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking and stop drinking
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
[Talib Kweli]
Some people try to be fly
They fake and they lie
They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes
Look at the sky to survive
People try to get by
Fighting force, slice of the pie
Trying to eat and be high
How you know you really alive if you
don't reach for the sky?
Your eyes keep on the prize
What you seek and you'll find
Who's the realest niggas? that we let
people decide
Who keeping it live?
Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon
Some people try to be fly
They fake and they lie
They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes
Look at the sky to survive
People try to get by
Fighting force, slice of the pie
Trying to eat and be high
How you know you really alive if you
don't reach for the sky?
Your eyes keep on the prize
What you seek and you'll find
Who's the realest niggas? that we let
people decide
Who keeping it live?
Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon