[Mos Def]
History
Shoutin' it every day y'all (right now)
Every day (right now)
Right now (Good mornin', Vietnam!)

Listen
Brooklyn wins again
It's the Stuy, it's the Bush, dem nig*az again
Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and that's 'sta on the guest lock
Kanye, you're the dope man of hip hop, now let's rock
Now roll out nig*az, my hometown nig*az
I get it good in your hood so slow down nig*az
Watch the speed though, mind your pedal and ease off
A screech go into a collision course with these walls - bam!
They don't move, don't pray, don't lose, don't sleep
Light passin', light flashin, light pappers that pass, party done
Black hands of a rare
Black guns of a fair
Dyin' wish is to touch the air
Seekin' heaven that wasn't here
Eyes will not see another year
It's another day
It's the same fight
Different round, sound the bell
Mix it up and lift it where you live it up the beat
And get risen up you're knocked down get it back and get it up
Get off of queer street and get with us
And get clear where we did it
From the heart, from the people
From the top, from the jeep
From the gut, from the street
From my soul to the mic to the essence
So in my absence you feel the presence, exactly
I make contact with shorter emcee
Me and mine we don't just get by
We get free and that's ready [Mos -- nigga]

[Jay-Z]
Just to get by
Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah
Carried a fo'five
Claimed I was ready to die
Promised never to cry
Held it all inside
Reality was too much to take so I
Kept my mind fry
Slept for most of mine
Soon as I closed my eyes
Then I woke up behind
Thinkin either I load up these nines
Or blow up with rhymes
Cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca
And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme
Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seein your moms
Doin five dollars worth of work just to get a dime
So pardon my disposition
Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?
Picture me working McDonald's
I'd rather pull a mac on you
Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin

[Kanye West]
I'm back the way that Nina Simone piano flow
It's like a Michaelangelo paintin' a portrait of Maya Angelou
And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote
If music gets you choked up this is the tree and a rope
This is Chi nigga, I'm Mr. Alla That
Fuck a map, let's put this bi*ch on a almanac
Dice what they hittin' for, 'lax what you sittin' on
Tracks who you spittin on, rap till we get it on
And don't let nobody with the power to sign
Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme
They used to tell me toughen up
Put some bass in your voice
They used to tell me lighten up
Put some Mase in your voice
Lord willin' I ain't kilt nobody
But I have a feelin' this album
That I'm gonna make a killin'
Or not a shilling
This is love it or hate it music
But, at least we made it music
And we didn't make it industry
This is gon' be interesting
This'll be the end of me or I'm finna be an entity
Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli
We are not makin' songs no more
We're makin' history

[background singers]
This morning I woke up
Feelin brand new, I jumped up
Feelin my highs and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin
But I been thinkin I got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)

[background singers repeat in the background]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

[Talib Kweli]
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by

[background singers]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

[Talib Kweli]
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get by

We keep it gangsta, stay 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy'
Desensitized to the violence on TV during the war
Killin each other is easy as pourin liquor for fallen nig*az
Believe me, it's ghetto libations, seen it all befo'
Just to get by, my people we get fly
My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lye
Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin' the throne
I send the rest in peace to Nina Simone

[Busta Rhymes]
Back in the days we was used to doin the shit
I can't call it all in the streets
We would hustle when fiends would ask for it
Yes I was used to just standin on corners
Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack
Hopin the week was good so I could get money back
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength
That made me angry and bleed
With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
Those be the times when I try to rely
On my nig*az and street motherf*ckers
And reach out to wifey and then I place a call to my mother
To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by
(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)
If you was five percent instead of actin stupid and guessin
You had to go and study your lessons
And know your math in the building session to get by

[Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers]
This morning I woke up
Feelin brand new, I jumped up
Feelin my highs and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin
But I been thinkin I got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)

[background singers repeat in the background]
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah
bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

[Talib Kweli]
Some people try
Some people try just to get by
For a piece of the pie
You love to eat and get high
We deceive and we lie
And we keepin' it fly - yo yo yo yo yo
People decide
Keeper of the skies
Can't see your eyes
See the evil inside
The best people you find
Stronger or feeble in mind
I stay readin' the signs
yo-yo-yo-yo yo
[repeat]