Everywhere I Go Lyrics - Talib Kweli

[Intro] 

Now the question has been raised, what the fuck happened to you? 

Well I can tell you what did not happen to you 

You didn't get your ass on this Cathedral mixtape 

Sissy 

[Verse 1: Curren$y] 

For not knowin' the ways you can be capped like a NBA salary 

Lives taken haphazardly, them sons of bitches is bastards, G 

That's why I be high B, so don't ask me why I'm not speakin' nigga 

Just ain't countin' no money up wit' cha 

The fuck we got to talk about? 

Not seachin' for Bobby Fischer 

But somethin' sticky and super official 

To burn with my girls in the parkin' lot 

Surrounded by 'em before I got out 

Parched aren't we? 

Honestly shorty, let me check make sure I ain't got no fleas up on me 

From minglin' with them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches 

Old veterans get bit by the youngins 

I swear to God that them puppies 'll kill ya 

Field of dreams, they come true if you build it 

So I made myself if y'all can dig it 

[Hook: Kendra Ross] 

Everywhere I go we roll up 

Everywhere I go we pour up 

I know you think you shinin' nigga, so what? 

It wasn't going down til we showed up 

You know it's going down-n-n 

You know it's going down-n-n 

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[Verse 2: Talib Kweli] 

Across the water or across the border 

See my second line deep like I'm from New Orleans 

You a snitch nigga type that'll call the law 

So before the slaughter I get my thoughts in order 

Seen your rapper on stage you and your little crew 

We so sick of these Thelonius dudes 

Annoyance grew and the audience boo 

We had enough of your corny excuse 

Living in the world of my own adventure 

Life a gunfight, a knife is your only weapon 

You don't really know what the fuck you stepped in 

Better chill right now, life such a blessing 

Save the feedback, where the weed at? 

Imagine me at an intervention 

You the one who need an intervention 

To stop you from interruptin' sessions 

Wow that's such a nasty habit 

Wow this marijuana marriage got my wifey jealous 

I get selfish when I'm making fuckin' classics 

Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or Colorado 

When we blaze in the club the Jamaican bud 

Got me feelin' so special, no bravado 

Photos 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Big KRIT] 

Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get paid 

Cup of some drank keep it stuck in my ways 

Livin' life tryna catch me a wave 

In the same state they used to wholesale slaves 

Pimp tight nigga hold up 

Presidential when I roll up, like a playa do 

She in love put nothing above purest the drug in a day or two 

That's a playa move, in this game of life can't cruisade or lose 

You gotta be willin' to be the villain to give it [?] gator shoes 

I heard it from an old school kid, say I had an old school soul 

Told me I was bound to be great, never fall for the fake 

And never ever chase no ho, gotta make that dough 

Crack my seal, pop my trunk and work my wheel 

Cause every now and then, reflect on times 

That I ain't have dimes to fuck or dough to spend 

So I gotta keep my mind right, forever run from the limelight 

I don't need no fame, my aura shine so bright 

I'm a star in my own right, forever loyal to the game 

[Hook] 

[Outro] 

I love this nostalgic shit 

This whore right here 

Is literally like the perfect blow job 

[Curtis Mayfield sample]