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    Talib Kweli & Hi Tek »

    Talib Kweli & Hi Tek Memories Live текст песни

    Memories Live

    Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD.
    Get a collection of all the music and everything we’ve ever done.

    [woman singing]
    Bringing back sweet memories (3x)

    Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties
    Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry
    In my lifetime, ain’t done too many things
    better than watching your first son put his sentences together
    Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when
    I was the portrait of the artist as a young man
    All them teenage dreams of rapping
    Writing rhymes on napkins
    Was really visualization
    Making this shit actually happen
    It’s like something come through me
    That truly just consume me
    Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me
    I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge
    Took a plunge into my past to share with my son

    Bringing back sweet memories (3x)

    Like thoughts out the back of my mind
    Going back in some time
    Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
    Look back and you find
    Tracks that make you relax and recline
    Now cats rap about packing a nine
    When they lacking divine
    Running out of topics of conversation
    Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking’s my occupation
    I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf
    And possibly you could follow me
    Tap into your chi
    Utilize your memory
    To help you see clearly, then get back to me
    Actually, nothing’s new under the sun
    So when life be stressing me
    My remedy is ‘bringing back sweet memories’
    Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness
    >From cities where making 21′s a big accomplishment
    Like when my people understood their prominence
    And my past life visions of the continent
    Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin’ it
    I heard Resurrection by Common Sense
    Dominant in my psyche
    I chose my direction like Spike Lee
    To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly
    It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high
    But that karma’s a bitch, you steady asking God why
    Like when my parents first split up
    Yo, I was illin’
    Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children
    And I love them for that
    I don’t know if they saw that
    So I’ma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x)

    Bringing back sweet memories (3x)

    Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies
    Let me tap into your energy
    Fields of dreams become my property
    When I reach my destiny like a prophecy
    Especially when I ‘m ‘bringing back sweet memories’
    I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury
    That float through my head like a sweet melody
    What you telling me
    Reflection is a collection of memories
    Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be
    Eventually, I knew I’d run into Hi-Teknology
    It was only a matter of time like centuries
    Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
    I freak with word power, my man speak with beats
    If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I’d make it
    Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred
    Hi-Tek beats became my favorite
    Hussle on the Side was the cut
    We started to put songs together like ‘What!’
    Travelled the world, came back to the crib
    And hit the motherland
    Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans
    In fact, that’s where I’ll take the fam
    when the Reflection joint is done
    By the time you hear this, I’ll be basking in African sun
    Like Wow!
    We made it
    We here

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