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Talib Kweli - Текст песни Celebrate
[Intro]
 Young Moolah baby x 4
 Happy music, happy people
 Happy people
 Everything's alright
 Everything is alright
 Hook:
 Pop a bottle and celebrate
 We made it to a new day
 Pop a bottle and celebrate
 We done made it to a new day
 Oh I take a hit and just elevate
 Cause today will be a good day
 I got my mind right money right, ready for war
 Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow
 [Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
 Hey! blow the horns on 'em
 The sun is out, it's a brand new day and it just dawned on 'em
 The smoke in here got 'em floating just like in salt water
 And break is fast, we got it cooking just like a short order
 Feed the hands with them birds cover the cheetah print
 A jungle out there and the jail is the zoo that keep us in
 Players in gators is crazy, we feel the need to rock 'em
 Furs coming in all different colors like Peter got 'em
 Killing yourself for a salary
 Look ya line flatter than stomachs of the women that's running, watching
 Them calories
 Hope that we linking, we smoking and drinking casually
 Cause life without living ain't nothing but a fallacy
[Hook:]
 [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
 Say, who's that peekin' in my window?
 Is that sunshine? Is that one time?
 Let that sun shine through my living room
 My hospitality is what I'm giving you
 Harsh reality is what I've been through
 But I'm not alone, ask her and him too
 And they shall tell ya, ain't nothin' better
 Than the smell of a new day
 And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky gets dark
 And ya don't see what he's trying to show ya
 And I know the wall may seem tall
 But if we help each other I guarantee that he get over
 And once I'm over, I'll reach back for my brother
 And pull him over as well
 Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
 Hopin' for that new day smell
 Love live life
[Hook:]Talib Kweli - Celebrate - http://ru.motolyrics.com/talib-kweli/celebrate-lyrics.html
 [Verse 3: Mack Maine]
 Yeah homie, I been away since I was 16
 To tell 'em what I'm 'bout to tell 'em
 So I need more than a 16
 See I'm the only son of Mary and Joe
 So I gotta fulfill my purpose 'fore I'm buried, ya know
 My momma say she having visions of me being a missionary
 And the hood looking at me as a walking visionary
 So I sit back and wonder will I ever have my time to shine
 And die like Pac in his prime
 Or will I go out like Len Bias and OD before the tryouts
 No tell a reaper, no buyout
 I'm good, I pray for a head to protect ya
 And I gotta walk the streets with the heat as my protection
 Still gotta watch my back, still watch my front home
 Cause I seen a lot of niggas die with they gun on
 So with that in mind, I just get higher
 And pray to the higher Messiah, I'm no liar
 And they say that puffing the fire fucks with your memory
 But I got a lot of stuff that I don't wan' remember see
 Like when my homie? died
 I like how I never seen a man cry 'til I seen Lance died
 Never seen my pops cry 'til I seen my Grams died
 And I'm here to tell him that I miss my Grams too
 And I wish that I could hug her for mothers day too
 And I feel the same way that you do
 But we still gotta move on so she can just smile down on us
 And I don't want the Lord to ever frown down on us
 I know that they really got power in a gun
 But I also know that they got power in a tongue
 So every time I speak, look I try to speak life
 Y'all tweaking for broads, I tweak life
 They said I was posed to die as a fetus
 My momma said I? that Devil in the name of Jesus
 So now I'm here just to talk to y'all
 Come and stroll with me homie, let me walk wit' y'all
 Ten million ways to die so I chose
 To get my life right by the end of the road
 'Fore my body in a casket and I'm stiff and froze
 'Fore I'm laying in a morgue with a tag on my toes
 I'm here to tell you take heed to the warnings
 School shootings, hurricanes, and global warming
 Open ya Bibles up with no hesitation
 BC was the Genesis, this is Revelations
 So you better pick your destination
 Tomorrow ain't promised, better pick your destination
 Rest in peace B Spencer, rest in peace Bipsy
 Shit could be worse so I'm feeling like Weezy
 I wake up in the morning, take a piss, and wash my hands
 Take a knee and thank the Man and leave my life in God's hands, yea! 
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