Shabazz Palaces - Are You... Can You... Were You? lyrics

rate me

It's a feeling (x10)

I woke up to it

Heaven, a light with trueness

Always a way of losing

Compelled to knew it

My body traveled

My mind waits behind the music

My crime bemuses

Relax inside my shiny blueness

Time: I understand it

But I never choose it

I can't explain it with words

I have to do it

The ship I came here on vanished

We automatic

Don't try to plan it

But chyeah, just when it comes, handle it

Behind the lessons

Miles beneath the slick dressing

Niggas is stressing

Bout shit they should be sure they guessing

I twirl and cool and peel the rear view cause they are arresting

But wear jumpsuit and chinese slippers--I'm still impressive

Up on the racks

Old school cat from way back

Gave him my meal cause he's not wiping off, that's my impression

He asked me how you float all sharp and always have a fresh one

And seem to know the answer to the most proverbial questions

I told him Wanga Etches (?) wrote it in a book of sketches

I find the diamonds underneath the subtlest inflections

Aw, dude

The spicier the food

When you chew, fuck they roofs

It's a feeling (x8)

At a tender age

We learn to turn the page

To mind the screen and stage

To see who got the glaze

To hustle up or fade

Either get made or played

Find your spot in the shade

And nigga, get paid

So we internalize that

But then we customize that

By the relationship between where our ground and our sky's at

I slowed it down once

Everyone was going fast

So I sped up cause I ain't one to reach the end last

To where the grimy sparkles

Amongst the shiny talkers

The pistol-poppers that make pretty noise and get them dollars

And while the world watches

We send our street scholars

To bust some presidents in hundred-thousand-dollar watches

Some of the feds got us

Some of us dead 'lotta us

Still solid though using all the lips the streets taught us

And what that heat cost us

And what that loss gave us

(Fucking with the people is always gonna come back around)

(It's about to be)

Big movements from below

The golden age lies ahead

Struck

Goes

Pro-

Ceed

You can't lie to yourself

You can't lie how it felt

No surprise how the cards gettin dealt

(That's why)

I won't be back for a long time