| Song | Ghetto Show |
| Artist | Talib Kweli |
| Artist | Anthony Hamilton |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | The Beautiful Struggle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Greene, Lynn, West | |
| (Talib Kweli) | |
| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | |
| We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) | |
| Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) | |
| We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods | |
| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | |
| We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) | |
| Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) | |
| We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods | |
| (Anthony Hamilton) | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I've been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| (Common) | |
| Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood | |
| Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood | |
| Even whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood | |
| Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show | |
| Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children | |
| Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and | |
| What's real is the estate of mind that we're in | |
| The situation feels great | |
| My man peels weight, so he can fill plates | |
| You might get love but you still feel hate | |
| Through and chain plates, we communicate | |
| Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate | |
| (Talib Kweli) | |
| If lyrics sold then truth be told | |
| I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z | |
| Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense | |
| Next best thing I do a record with common sense | |
| Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics | |
| Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea | |
| It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare | |
| Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to shoot the fair | |
| Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air | |
| We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor | |
| I know you know what I'm talking about | |
| From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house | |
| (Anthony Hamilton) | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I've been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| (Talib Kweli) | |
| Yo | |
| I grew up where they're playing skele in the parking lot | |
| And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop | |
| Buildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot | |
| But rapping, drinking, and going to prison you see them bars a lot | |
| I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart | |
| And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart | |
| Hip hop is really the art | |
| We have to express the part of ourselves that make us want to martyr ourselves | |
| It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you | |
| They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu | |
| With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore | |
| Kicks is a hundred or more | |
| (Common) | |
| A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy | |
| I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me | |
| Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a drought | |
| Up early, serving from their grandmother's house | |
| Sometime the ghetto feels desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate | |
| Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard | |
| Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by | |
| It's like the block keep blocking | |
| You try to make moves, its like the car just keep stopping | |
| We shorties in the court, need cochran yea | |
| I tell them why the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options | |
| No time for feet watching, me and kwe keep rocking for the ghetto | |
| (Anthony Hamilton) | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I've been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| (Anthony Hamilton) | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I've been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto |
| zuo qu : Greene, Lynn, West | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods come on | |
| Precious metals round our necks and arms yea | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods | |
| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods come on | |
| Precious metals round our necks and arms yea | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Common | |
| Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood | |
| Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood | |
| Even whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood | |
| Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show | |
| Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children | |
| Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and | |
| What' s real is the estate of mind that we' re in | |
| The situation feels great | |
| My man peels weight, so he can fill plates | |
| You might get love but you still feel hate | |
| Through and chain plates, we communicate | |
| Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| If lyrics sold then truth be told | |
| I' ll probably be just as rich and famous as jayz | |
| Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense | |
| Next best thing I do a record with common sense | |
| Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics | |
| Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea | |
| It' s the gear, it' s the flare, it' s the stare | |
| Nowadays they' ll shot you where they used to shoot the fair | |
| Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air | |
| We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor | |
| I know you know what I' m talking about | |
| From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| Yo | |
| I grew up where they' re playing skele in the parking lot | |
| And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop | |
| Buildings too big so you don' t really see the stars a lot | |
| But rapping, drinking, and going to prison you see them bars a lot | |
| I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart | |
| And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart | |
| Hip hop is really the art | |
| We have to express the part of ourselves that make us want to martyr ourselves | |
| It ain' t harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you | |
| They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu | |
| With a gun to your jaw, these kids don' t run anymore | |
| Kicks is a hundred or more | |
| Common | |
| A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy | |
| I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me | |
| Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it' s a drought | |
| Up early, serving from their grandmother' s house | |
| Sometime the ghetto feels desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate | |
| Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard | |
| Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by | |
| It' s like the block keep blocking | |
| You try to make moves, its like the car just keep stopping | |
| We shorties in the court, need cochran yea | |
| I tell them why the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options | |
| No time for feet watching, me and kwe keep rocking for the ghetto | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto |
| zuò qǔ : Greene, Lynn, West | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods come on | |
| Precious metals round our necks and arms yea | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods | |
| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods come on | |
| Precious metals round our necks and arms yea | |
| We tear it up y' all, bless the mic with the gods | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Common | |
| Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood | |
| Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood | |
| Even whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood | |
| Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show | |
| Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children | |
| Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and | |
| What' s real is the estate of mind that we' re in | |
| The situation feels great | |
| My man peels weight, so he can fill plates | |
| You might get love but you still feel hate | |
| Through and chain plates, we communicate | |
| Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| If lyrics sold then truth be told | |
| I' ll probably be just as rich and famous as jayz | |
| Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense | |
| Next best thing I do a record with common sense | |
| Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics | |
| Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea | |
| It' s the gear, it' s the flare, it' s the stare | |
| Nowadays they' ll shot you where they used to shoot the fair | |
| Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air | |
| We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor | |
| I know you know what I' m talking about | |
| From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| Yo | |
| I grew up where they' re playing skele in the parking lot | |
| And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop | |
| Buildings too big so you don' t really see the stars a lot | |
| But rapping, drinking, and going to prison you see them bars a lot | |
| I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart | |
| And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart | |
| Hip hop is really the art | |
| We have to express the part of ourselves that make us want to martyr ourselves | |
| It ain' t harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you | |
| They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu | |
| With a gun to your jaw, these kids don' t run anymore | |
| Kicks is a hundred or more | |
| Common | |
| A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy | |
| I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me | |
| Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it' s a drought | |
| Up early, serving from their grandmother' s house | |
| Sometime the ghetto feels desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate | |
| Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard | |
| Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by | |
| It' s like the block keep blocking | |
| You try to make moves, its like the car just keep stopping | |
| We shorties in the court, need cochran yea | |
| I tell them why the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options | |
| No time for feet watching, me and kwe keep rocking for the ghetto | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Anthony Hamilton | |
| Whatever in your heart is where you want to be | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| Even when you look | |
| Its never what you see | |
| My hood is the ghetto | |
| I' ve been down before up is just a reach | |
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | |
| Catch a second wind | |
| Then begin again | |
| My hood is the ghetto |