[Intro: Kota the Friend & Talib Kweli]
Yeah yeah
You in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Statik Selektah
New Statik, Bun B, you know me, okay
[Chorus: Talib Kweli & Kota the Friend]
This beat is so fire, we making em high
Son, you in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Keeping it cool (Yeah, okay, yeah)
[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Finding joy in the struggle, fun in the hustle
It's it raining, I’ma dance in a puddle, come out the huddle
On a fourth down, doubting my muscle, then you in trouble
Throw them hands and yell, clock on zero, ain't no rebuttal
This is signs of life, never die before you dead
If you wanna pull the trigger on me, then gon' head
I’m lived many lives
I kept on battling forward as many died, not paying you any mind
Freedom is a choice still
You ain't forgiven your father, then you a boy still
A lot of them claiming they write
The more I learn, the more I want nobody to take my advice
The less I judge then the more I send love to haters thinking they taking my light
Crazy you can't even take my soul by taking my life
Real rapping nigga, when it's cold, embracing the ice
Had a bad hand or two, lately I'm playing it right
Rapping my day in the life
[Interlude: Kota the Friend]
What up Statik? Bun B
You already know how we do it
Brooklyn, yo-yo-yo-yo
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
This beat is so fire, we making em high
Son, you in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Keeping it cool
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
This beat is so fire, we making em high
Son, you in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Keeping it cool, we the wolves that bay in the night
You acting fake on the mic til you embraced by the light
It's just a day in the life, of three black men
And Statik is on the track, that's my peoples since back when
I was leaking them songs, we had em bleeding like Mack-10
Boston native, he speak with the accent, look
Trillstatik, they mad that we still at it
It's magical, plus the way I kill rappers is real tragic
I’m large as the Professor who’s number was on Diamond D's dresser
It’s Illmatic, I'm a dog but it's spelled backwards
I'm barbecuing rappers on beats like Scratch Bastard
I epitomize black classics and civilize every savage
They approach you to back, I’m making these roaches and rats scatter
"Nothing can save you now," that's a quote from the Mad Hatter
We making the glass shatter
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
This beat is so fire, we making em high
Son, you in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Keeping it cool
[Verse 3: Bun B]
I walk the path that wasn't traveled like the other one
I made it to Mecca then brought it back and gave my brother some
I can go back and get another one, but if I can't carry it
Who gon swing low in his sweet chariot?
Bent by Judas Iscariot, I gave him grace though
He jumped out the gates too fast, that's why his pace slow
The bitter agony is hard for them to taste so
They talk a lot of shit but they won't say it in my face though
Hate all you want but you will never gain power from me
So swallow your pride or go to sleep with a sour stomach
In the morning, try to regurgitate
Cause keeping that type of shit inside only contribute to the murder rate
Don't be a statistic raising statistics up
Just because you couldn't handle losing in fisticuffs
We could give a fuck, bitch, you paying the price
The scales tip but we don't trip, it's just a day in the life
