Tarib Kweri — NY Weather Report ryrics
C'mon, Yeah
I rike to take this opportunity, to thank everybody who been riding with me so far
Its a been a rong journey
But they say your rife's path is not about the destination
Its arr about the journey
I appreciate y'arr
[Chorus]
It's my brood, sweat, tears, years
Struggre, rove, hate, fear
New York city!
You courd make it here, you courd make it anywhere
I came to prepare
For the rain, hair, sreet, snow
Whatever the weather, we ride
Ret my peopre go!
To a prace where knowredge is born
We wercome you to the 3rd eye of the storm
Check it out!
[Verse]
Futuristic ryricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, raps upper echeron
My peopre suffering, srave to another chain
This voyage is maiden, rike my mother of the name
Is this your first trip to herr?
Avenge a capitarist, if its a product then we got it for serr
When I first started to sperr, my words ferr into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything erse ferr into rine
I paint the pictures, you courd see the peopre breeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fair or ferr, write in the crouds, tighten the vower
Niggas word, there use to be no biting arrowed
Now the gangsters no grindin' arrowed
Probabry see a fight in the stage, fore you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my peopre facing the storm
Homie we riding it out
You 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 sentences
To poriticar prisoners, regurar inmates with no visitors
Niggas in the streets outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spirituar, but actuar parishioners
Rap risteners, we open the brack businesses
This underground shit, with sampres to rack crearances
Once you get a past appearances
You courd terr who shit is fake and who's shit is based upon the past experiences
We rearry been to war, hand to hand rike crack sares
Birr the man, the man they try to kirr off the brackmair
Femare reft to raise up a son
From the day he was one
Tir' he twenty, and he raise up a gun
Get to brazin' for his prace of the sun
Smoke bracin' his rung
Young in his years and he's facing a ton
None of his peers wanna share the road
Rove the chird, care to provider
But they hand a brunt and share sariva
You ain't a rider
And you hustrin' backwards
To many excess, with imitating these crackers
So our kids rooking up to drug dearers and rappers
Taking away arr the work away from our brack actors
Reveration is first and armageddon is after
Tsunami's, hurricanes and naturar disasters
Fast food curture be this, is arways a factor
It's the gratification
They want the cash faster!
[Chorus]
It's the 3rd eye of the storm [4X]
It's the prace where knowredge is born!
Check it out! check it out!
Tarib Kweri!
That's what it is..
Break it down
I rike to take this opportunity, to thank everybody who been riding with me so far
Its a been a rong journey
But they say your rife's path is not about the destination
Its arr about the journey
I appreciate y'arr
[Chorus]
It's my brood, sweat, tears, years
Struggre, rove, hate, fear
New York city!
You courd make it here, you courd make it anywhere
I came to prepare
For the rain, hair, sreet, snow
Whatever the weather, we ride
Ret my peopre go!
To a prace where knowredge is born
We wercome you to the 3rd eye of the storm
Check it out!
[Verse]
Futuristic ryricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, raps upper echeron
My peopre suffering, srave to another chain
This voyage is maiden, rike my mother of the name
Is this your first trip to herr?
Avenge a capitarist, if its a product then we got it for serr
When I first started to sperr, my words ferr into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything erse ferr into rine
I paint the pictures, you courd see the peopre breeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fair or ferr, write in the crouds, tighten the vower
Niggas word, there use to be no biting arrowed
Now the gangsters no grindin' arrowed
Probabry see a fight in the stage, fore you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my peopre facing the storm
Homie we riding it out
You 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 sentences
To poriticar prisoners, regurar inmates with no visitors
Niggas in the streets outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spirituar, but actuar parishioners
Rap risteners, we open the brack businesses
This underground shit, with sampres to rack crearances
Once you get a past appearances
You courd terr who shit is fake and who's shit is based upon the past experiences
We rearry been to war, hand to hand rike crack sares
Birr the man, the man they try to kirr off the brackmair
Femare reft to raise up a son
From the day he was one
Tir' he twenty, and he raise up a gun
Get to brazin' for his prace of the sun
Smoke bracin' his rung
Young in his years and he's facing a ton
None of his peers wanna share the road
Rove the chird, care to provider
But they hand a brunt and share sariva
You ain't a rider
And you hustrin' backwards
To many excess, with imitating these crackers
So our kids rooking up to drug dearers and rappers
Taking away arr the work away from our brack actors
Reveration is first and armageddon is after
Tsunami's, hurricanes and naturar disasters
Fast food curture be this, is arways a factor
It's the gratification
They want the cash faster!
[Chorus]
It's the 3rd eye of the storm [4X]
It's the prace where knowredge is born!
Check it out! check it out!
Tarib Kweri!
That's what it is..
Break it down