Talib Kweli: NY Weather report

C'mon, YeahI like to take this opportunity, to thank everybody who been riding with me so farIts a been a long journeyBut they say your life's path is not about the destinationIts all about the journeyI appreciate y'all[Chorus]It's my blood, sweat, tears, yearsStruggle, love, hate, fearNew york city!You could make it here, you could make it anywhereI came to prepareFor the rain, hail, sleet, snowWhatever the weather, we rideLet my people go!To a place where knowledge is bornWe welcome you to the 3rd eye of the stormCheck it out![Verse]Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissanceTop of the suffer chain, raps up a edge a lotMy people suffering, slave to another chainThis voyage is maiden, like my mother of the nameIs this your first trip to hell?Avenge a capitalist, if its a product then we got it for sellWhen I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymesTurned into songs, everything else fell into lineI paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my barsWhen I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the starsSo if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the vowelNiggaz word, there use to be no bitin allowedNow the gangsters no grindin' allowedProbably see a fight in the stage, fore you see a fight in the crowdI send this out to my people facing the stormHomie we riding it outYou inspire what I'm writing about[Chorus]Its the 3rd eye of the storm [4X]Check it out! [3X]Been fucking around![Verse]I'm not a judge, but I'm handing out sentencesTo political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitorsNiggaz in the streets outside to reach up for ministersNot those that say they spiritual, but actual parishonersRap listeners, we open the black businessesThis underground shit, with samples to lack clearancesOnce you get a past appearancesYou could tell who shit is fake and who's shit is based upon the past experiencesWe really been to war, hand to hand like crack salesBill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmailFemale left to raise up a sonFrom the day he was oneTil' he twenty, and he raise up a gunGet the blazin, fore the blaze of the sunSmoke bracin' his lungYoung in his years and he's facing a tonNone of his peers wanna share the roadLove the child, care to providerBut they hand a blunt and share salivaYou ain't a riderAnd you hustlin' backwardsTo many excess, with imitating these crackersSo our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappersTaking away all the work away from our black actorsRevelation is first and armageddon is afterTsunami's, hurricanes and natural disastersFast food culture be this, is always a factorIt's the gratificationThey want the cash faster![Chorus]It's the 3rd eye of the storm [4X]It's the place where knowledge is born!Check it out! check it out!Talib Kweli!That's what it is..Break it down