Improv #1 (Intro) feat. Robert Glasper & The Underachievers
Brasstracks/Robert Glasper/The Underachievers
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Like, when you were playing it before, it was like
A little bit
A little bit
It's a long walk to paradise, I'm wishing on these stars
It could make you view delusion like looking at a mirage
Been persistent on this road, you can see it inside my scars
Wish I had a genie to come and leave me like I'm Jafar, magic
My grandmother lived to ninety-six, she beat the cancer
Outlived four of her kids, this shit is tragic
And she still believe the Bible to this very same day
And it made her life amazing, I ain't expecting her to change
Looking for Nirvana, it's further than the eyes view
Don't let predetermined destinies define you
My root planted in Flatbush but my mind grew
Into a tree that drops seeds around the globe too
Botanist watering they hearts to grow with confidence
The bloom season coming and you was brought with dominance
No documents ever couldn't encase the fruit of knowledge
Only through the breath of living could you understand the science
School of hard knocks, it could make you, it could break you
As a youngin' growing up, we cussed and caught some cases
Five percenters on the corner mistaking "Salam Alaikum"
Got my wisdom from the city life but don't get blind, baby
Always on the grind daily, overtime
Got that New York state of mind, hate me but I still survive
Visit the bodega, I'm just happy Papi still alive
Pull up on my nigga, roll a spliff up and just catch a vibe
Yellow cab to the spinach, super fast, gotta get it
Brooklyn nigga, keep it gritty, 'cross
The bridge, you might regret it (Uh)
Hardly ever live relaxed, NYPD on our backs
Mad graffiti on the trap, ain't no treaty but the gat (Nah)
Rotten apple, people roam the streets like cattle
Most travel 'cross the globe with goals, unravel
It's a jungle, everyday could be praying or battle
So would you rather be the sheep or a king in the castle?
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
This is for those who know
New York City broke the chains and the shackles
Tryna navigate the worms living inside the apple
Running back in the game, shake and move through the tackles
Learn from every twist and turn like you opened up a Snapple
If you make it in my city, ain't no limitations, silly
Know my pigment got you weary but I'm still gon' get this milli'
On the weekend, I'm in Willie or in Seoul getting litty
Getting promo by your bitty, yeah, you know I love the city, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, you know I love the city, ayy