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Good times are comin’
Hold on to your fight
These days are nothin’
Where there’s darkness there is light
Good times are comin’
I know you heard that before
Remember those nights
You was just gettin by
Well you ain’t gotta do that no more

Oh what a feelin’
You’ve got to feel it, I know
Oh what a feelin’
And not a minute too soon

Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time

Good times are comin’
Just one more sleepless night
[?] in the morning, I’m tellin you
We’re all gonna be alright
Good times are comin’
Don’t let ’em take your light
When the sun goes down and the dark comes out
We’ll still be shinin’ bright

Oh what a feelin’
You’ve got to feel it, I know
Oh what a feelin’
And not a minute too soon

Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time

I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too

Don’t take it for granted
Your life, my life, we the ones livin’ it
And we already winnin’
We’re not finished
They go’n wanna ride on my [week?]
Good times, good times, yeah

Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time

I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too

[Verse 1]
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail

[Chorus 1]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream

[Verse 2]
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness; still another mile

[Chorus 2]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream

[Interlude]

[Verse 3]
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail

[Chorus 2]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream

[Intro]
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 1]
All these fake fucks always be fake flexing
Flicks [?] who you sexting
Pics of your bands but you know that you rent though
Talking bout foreigns but you know it’s a rental
All these hoes taking pics of cappuccino
Fake thugs tryna look like Al Pacino
All these thots playing [?]
Asking for a follow so their Insta glows

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 2]
You ain’t never left the states boy
I’m at [?] sipping grapes boy
So many stamps on my passport
This is the life that you asked for
Enough mirror pics [?]
Fuck your lame house and your dumb clique
I bet when you posted you thought you were the shit
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
Fuck your Instagram

[Outro]
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick-dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?

[Intro: Asheru]
Wassup, this is Asheru
And the master of horror is about to terrify ya’ll whack ass DJs
With this banger straight from the boiler room

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A lot of cat’s like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin’ in paper like they rammin a blunt
Tell ya how much the sound, scared of the month
If the man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let a man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invested
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like toppa with a bow tie, Kick your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn, when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got ya ready to blast, and we’re ready to last
I stay hungry like I’m ready to fast
Married to the movement like I’m Betty Shabazz, the rhyme veteran
Lack a real bitch right now like a Lesbian Thespian
Since they let me in the back, I’ve been droppin’ jewels
Plugged in like pasta noodle, Stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In world the crisp pockets and wallets and wrist watches
Did you ever think the wrist is watching you, that’s why the cop’s stoppin’ you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
The cell phone transmitting radiation in your ear
Your two way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational systems show you how to get there
If you ain’t think about how you got here, do you know where you are?
C’mon, what happened, back in the day they used to follow the stars
You spillin too much, gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And makes MCs eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my god…

[Hook: Talib Kweli & (Samples)]
Kweli and I’m (Hip Hop)
Me and my man came out
Put it down, c’mon
Mos def and (Hip Hop)
(Ideally when I pull the pin out)
(I hope you listening)
Black Star is (Hip Hop)
We about to do this, all over again
We keep Hip Hop (Hip Hop)
(Dub Floyd)

[Verse 2: Mos Def]
It’s me (who?)
Mos, the most beautiful
Plain and unusual
Black Star, rockin’ with that hot shit you movin’ to
Massively musical, that frequency you tune into
That top of the Dao shit, that ‘you don’t know my style’ shit
It’s what the Brooklyn niggas stay on file with
No matter what the scene or surroundings
You either um, on the grind or loungin’
I’m live in any state that I’m found in
Myself and all the niggas I’m down with
This announcement gon’ keep the ghetto bouncing
Where people find pleasure and measurements are ounces
Midwest, big stress and small houses
Down South slangin’ the twang mispronounced and
East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin’
Black Star got this shit they all get down with
Don’t tell me duke on a scene I’ve been around in (Mos Def)
Well respected on your block I am the mojo worker with the hottest hand
I keep it cookin’ like pots and pans
I know that haters got hey Glocks and scams
But they simply can’t stop my clan
It’s mighty Mos and super Kwe’, my man
Black Star, my fam
About to move on the hearts of man and till the small hearted hearts expand
Brooklyn, they gon’ stalk the champ and I spit flame that’s off the jam
Heavy hittin’ shit across the fence
In other words I’m off the wall with this
I drop heavy jewels and ornaments
That make ‘em shine a little more with this…

[Hook: Talib Kweli & (Samples)]

Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby

Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you

Too many options can be fun
Yeah I know ’cause I got a few of ’em
But if you have to pick just one
Just be good at competition, they ain’t nothin’
But I’m not tryna lead you on unless
You just want more time from me
You just want that energy
I can make plans for your pleasure
But you gotta make a decision, oh

Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options ain’t good for you

Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options, yeah

I got [?] for you
[?] gorilla glue
Take your panties off with my lips on it
You ain’t gotta tell me what to do baby
I see you wanted more than just company
You just want that energy
I wanna make plans for your pleasure, yeah girl
But you gotta make a decision, ooh, yeah
Too many options ain’t good for you

You don’t play hard well, just give in
You see the wave I’m on and I know you’re drippin’
You see they blow me up, got they minds made up
Ignore another call ’cause your body wants it all

Too many options, too many options
Got too many options girl
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
I got moves for you baby

Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you