Category: Lyrics

Lyric of the Day: “Clock With No Hands” by The Roots

[Verse 2]

I’m like Malcolm, out the window with the weapon out
Searching for somehow to find a minute or a second now
Precious time is money, that I ain’t got to mess about
Need it from the horse’s mouth or from my eyewitness account.
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain’t stressing bout
Haters don’t know shit about me, they’re the ones that talk shit
Those that love me set that out, so I ain’t got to force quit
‘Cause I’m doing better now don’t mean I never lost shit
I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man

I’m from where brothers moving product from the porches
People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain’t too many choices
So what I do is for y’all, there ain’t too many voices left
I watch my back, and watch my step
And I might forgive, but I will not forget

[Hook]

People think that I’m crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
You can’t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
Sometimes the beef can grow and get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it’s best that you never know

[Verse 3]

Living in turbulent times
The blind leading the blind
Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design
You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind
Your son’s destitute, with his Pops all in the prison
My man’s back in a jam, he’s like the back of my hand
He’s just attracted to scam, he’s right back in the can
I’m never sleepwalking, you dig
You get your shuteye
I’m on the first thing in, I’m leaving on the red-eye
My brother’s back in rehab, just had another relapse
But in himself it’s like he’s been fighting his inner jihad
Half telling me nobody’s true when they pretend to be that
So closer than friends, that’s where I keep my enemies at
To many parties concerned, it’s time to live it and learn
Until we’re able to grow, forever bridges we’ll burn
My thoughts free as a bird, that’s just about to emerge
And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words…

Lyric of the Day: “It’s Your World” by Common

Night Blows, stoves don’t work, hoes at work
A warrior, so I wear ‘em on my shirt
Wish I was free as Che was, I spend the day buzzed
Trippin’ on heights, wishin’ for nights in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy shown by the Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that never really grabbed me
My mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by jiggas named Butch through the bay bay
With weights so they weigh they, status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto, this is Chicago in the heyday
Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was J.J.
A skinny jigga, young girls with penny figures
So many jiggaz, stacked upon each other
It’s the black upon each other that we love so much
Wonder how many of us these drugs gonna touch
Used to gangbang, ain’t really thug that much
Rather have some thick broads then the dutch to clutch
Went to school in Baton Rouge for a couple of years
My college career got down with a couple of beers
Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans
Same jiggas, same block, same shit they own
Only thing different, quicker, they click that chrome
In my defense, yo I had to hit that zone
Man to man, I’m good workin’ with my hands
My generation never understood workin’ for the man
And, of bein’ broke I ain’t a fan
Now I stand in the same spot as my old man
My life I planned not to be on this corner
I still wanna see California
But this is my world

Lyric of the Day: “Nobody Like Me” by Little Brother

Lyric of the day:

It’s been five long years since we started this
Group that was targeted to people so annoyed with fast
And them wannabee jiggas and they gorgeous past
Who ask me if I’ve changed, fuck man of course I have
‘Cause I got more records to sell, more dollars to clock
I hate it but that’s how it’s gotta be
I got more stories to tell, more people to watch
And ten times more people watchin’ me
So fuck the masquerade, just let me have a say
I’ll still be spittin’ regardless of the accolades
Ya’ll can take back the mics in the Source
Take back the props from Pete Rock, Quest and them boys
Take back the night we did speed at 4 in the mornin’
And even take back the day I met 9th in the dorm
Ya’ll can rewrite the history to settle the score
And I’d still be writin’ wizardry like never before
‘Cause I broke down this year, almost lost my clarity
Felt weak at times, needed God to carry me
Like when I found success, but lost my family
In the process, I will not let you bastards handle me
Lookin’ for some guidance, so I figured
I’d pray to God, and he said Tigga-
-Lo, I ain’t let you run it back this far
Just so you could go and fumble on the one jigga…

-Phonte from Little Brother, “Nobody Like Me”

Song for Inspiration: Big Runga’s “Listening for the Weather”

A song that has inspired me in many ways, and helped shape the person I am. I am particularly touched by the line “I’ve been doing what I’m told, I’ve been busy growing old…”

Powerful.

Bic Runga: “Listening for the Weather”

So I’m listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn’t really matter what it is he has to say
‘Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere

All the people that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I’ll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I’m coming home today

And this busy inner city
Has got nothing much to say
And I know how much you’re hanging round the letterbox
And I’m sure that as I’m writing
You’ll be somewhere on your way
In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant

I’ve been doing what I’m told
I’ve been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that’s alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I’ll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I’m coming home today
Yes I’m coming home today

I’ve been doing what I’m told
I’ve been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that’s alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change