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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Vocals
Shaka Senghor
Shaka Senghor
Spoken Word
Jesse Blum
Jesse Blum
Horn Section
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Songwriter
Earl Taylor
Earl Taylor
Songwriter
Shaka Senghor
Shaka Senghor
Songwriter
Jesse Blum
Jesse Blum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Marvin Delgado
Marvin Delgado
Assistant Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Roget
Roget
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Ayo, Hit I like this IE weather Ayy, look Vote yes on Hit-Boy, bitch, I'm the city spokesman They see we got this shit crackin' and now they spirit broken I'm standin' on the green like the British Open And stackin' ice on top of ice, but I'm not building snowmen Doctors couldn't even detect my disorders One case, six figures on six different lawyers I put my soul in every song with limited support Focused on the output not the outcome, big God is my source (big God) Spirit of excellence in my genetics Complexities come with my complexion 'Fore you shut me down, let me reach my level first Y'all be too proud to do the devil's work All that actin' and fakin' I can't take part in it I'm washin' my hands with the soap opera shit Set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD We know the caged bird sings and screams when it's free E'ry second I spit on this, I got it back in blessings You can't stop and run no errands on the way to legend They shoulda told 'em I'm raising up on the totem Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola Mix it with the cola Son of a block controller (yeah) Can't let 'em fuck me over (nah) Gotta keep my composure look Had yellow jaundice when I was born Kept me in an incubator, ten days long I made up songs, I was like humming tunes ten years later Writin' in my room ten years after that, on stage like it's too soon, but For me see, my parents met inside a nightclub Olu started to fight, and then my moms broke it up She said, "This boy he's in the Navy, settle down before y'all need savin'" Pop went to war around the world, came home, we celebrated AWOL Fast-forward to when I started to play ball From a place where we hate law See the Jakes and we take off (whoop, whoop) Hit the gate, I get home and take my chain off Thankful I got through the day and all the evil I prayed off Everything is cause and effect Make the wrong moves in this business, you lose all your respect My block is dark as it gets We all make mistakes, only a few will recover from 'em Don't spend your whole life runnin' from 'em, run up the numbers Shoulda told 'em I'm raising up on the totem Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola Mix it up with the cola Son of a queen and a soldier Can't let 'em fuck me over Gotta keep my composure, look Keep your composure On city blocks and cell blocks Keep your composure Hold it down, hold it tight Hold it close, hold space for yourself It's the way of the ancestors Our elders, our artists Our OGs, our dreamers, our builders With each breath, internalize their successes Their struggles, their sense of self Their sense of overcoming And take that power forward with you in life Remind yourself of the magnitude of your good fortune And the mere chance, one in billions, that you survived That you will thrive And even the strongest kings and queens being, yet remain unbroken Keep your composure And believe in the magic of who we are 'Cause what you believe is everything And what someone believes about you, is nothing Keep your composure I am Shaka Senghor
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Roget Chahayed, Chauncey Hollis, Jesse Blum, Earl Taylor, Shaka Senghor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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