The Gospel (Live from Auditorio Nacional Mexico City, Mexico)

[Intro] I feel like history on the turntable Old school to new school, like nothin' ever been realer On the history of the turntables I'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cables I'm Nina Simone in the park Harlem in the dark I'm the musical to the project fables I'm the words scratched out on the record label I'm the wind when the record spins I'm the dramatic static before the song begins I'm the еrratic energy that gets in your skin And if you don't lеt me in I'm the shot in the air when the party ends Mexico City, say "yeah" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I had to bring the party to you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto Mama cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon And when he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin' Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook 'Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook (Yeah) Change gon' come, spirit of Sam Cooke And when the Feds coming, everybody be shook Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin Roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts I'm tryna hit the top 'cause the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a path but you can never go back, oh [Outro] Oh, say "yeah" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)