Memories Live Lyrics - Singles - Talib Kweli & Hi Tek

Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole cd 

Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done 

Bringing back sweet memories 

Life, living in flatbush and going to house parties 

Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry 

In my lifetime, ain't done too many things 

Better than watching your first son put his sentences together 

Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when 

I was the portrait of the artist as a young man 

All them teenage dreams of rapping 

Writing rhymes on napkins 

Was really visualization 

Making this shit actually happen 

It's like something come through me 

That truly just consume me 

Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me 

I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge 

Took a plunge into my past to share with my son 

Bringing back sweet memories 

Like thoughts out the back of my mind 

Going back in some time 

Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line 

Look back and you find 

Tracks that make you relax and recline 

Now cats rap about packing a nine 

When they lacking divine 

Inspiration 

Running out of topics of conversation 

Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation 

I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf 

And possibly you could follow me 

Tap into your chi 

Utilize your memory 

To help you see clearly, then get back to me 

Actually, nothing's new under the sun 

So when life be stressing me 

My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories' 

Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness 

From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment 

Like when my people understood their prominence 

And my past life visions of the continent 

Like the first time I saw krs live, rockin' it 

I heard resurrection by common sense 

Dominant in my psyche 

I chose my direction like spike lee 

To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly 

It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high 

But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking god why 

Like when my parents first split up 

Yo, I was illin' 

Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children 

And I love them for that 

I don't know if they saw that 

So I'mma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x) 

Bringing back sweet memories 

Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies 

Let me tap into your energy 

Fields of dreams become my property 

When I reach my destiny like a prophecy 

Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories' 

I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury 

That float through my head like a sweet melody 

What you telling me 

Reflection is a collection of memories 

Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be 

Eventually, I knew I'd run into hi-teknology 

It was only a matter of time like centuries 

Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet 

I freak with word power, my man speak with beats 

If I could make it in new york, I figured anywhere I'd make it 

Came to cincinnati linked with mood, and we did sacred 

Hi-tek beats became my favorite 

Hustle on the side was the cut 

We started to put songs together like 'what!' 

Traveled the world, came back to the crib 

And hit the motherland 

Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans 

In fact, that's where I'll take the fam 

When the reflection joint is done 

By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in african sun 

Like wow! 

We made it 

We here