Reminisce (Live)

Bilal & ?uestlove & Common & Robert Glasper & Burniss Earl Travis II - R&B, Neo Soul
Reminisce (Live)
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Duration: 7:22
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah J Dilla J Dilla, to the late great J Dilla Things don't get realer Like a Pittsburgh Steeler, this is black and yellow I be the smooth fellow I can say hello when I come to the Glasshaus Sometimes I just might pass out a couple of styles When it comes down, yo, it's me and Bilal Yo, I'm a ghetto child of '87 When it comes to this, yo, I be the ladies' heaven I can rise it up and let you take it there Do you like a brother, yo, with no hair? This is all good 'cause you just might glare Whеn it comes to this, yo, you say all is fair In love I can get a dub and a littlе bit of bank When it comes to this, yo, the style is never cranked Up too high or too low This is these brothers from Philly and Chicago And, of course, Houston H-Town Yo we keep boosting, boosting Told you this is revolution of a music that's comin' Hundred miles and runnin' When it comes to this, yo, I never been a gunman Just shoot for the stars Going over bars Seen my people in them Cadillac cars I want more than that I'm explorin' that When I come down, yo, I'm implorin' that Yo, it's like this I gotta get pub And never will I just try to push or shove I been on a quest like the brother Questlove Or better yet Ahmir When I come and steer clear This is how it be Yo, you can't outposture me When I'm chilling with my brother Rob G And, of course, this is how you view Get the picture I'mma roll down with my man Boom Bishop Read a little bit of scripture Go to the church in all things work This is how it hurts Some time to just let it out I gotta set it off then set it out to my people Then when it comes to this, yo, there's no equal I could do it like this and this It's original type of Hebrew Things that come down The way the rap sun sound I can keep shining And keep rhyming And I can stare it And get into the carrots Thank you to the Glasshaus and thank you to Jarrett This is it how it be, yo This is not the type of thing that goes off free when we come Yeah I got my man, yo, Ahmir on the drum Yo, Bilal, just give 'em some Check it out, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah I reminisce y'all, I reminisce I reminisce, I reminisce, oh, yeah You know, it make me wanna say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh I reminisce You're infectious I reminisce, yes Yes You're infectious When they reminisce over you Infectious When they reminisce over you Said years ago in the midst of hallways and sliding doors Missing links of very, very obscure vision of you Ooh, shine But only for a short time My mistake I just didn't pick up on it till years down the line And now as I reminisce, reminisce Will I ever see your face again? Infectious, ooh, I reminisce Will I ever see your face again? Reminisce You're so infectious Infectious Cool deal The Divine has placed us in Such a small world And thankfully so our paths cross once more And to whose surprise but mine was 14th and 6th Was the place where we combined once more There at the front door of (reminisce) the corner store You stood and I reminisce Thought I'd never see your face again I reminisce Infectious I reminisce You're infectious You're infectious (Reminisce) Infectious Oh a happy story always ends, as it starts (yes sir) With few exceptions involved (reminisce) We became an item Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I reminisce over a chick colder than a shoulda A princess, a soldier raised in Islamic culture Sexy as the girl on the Jamaica poster Met her overseas where it really don't be no sistahs Brought her on stage as Bilal sang Soul Sista' The body parts, her heart was thicker Sweet on her tryna make sure it ain't the liquor She was with a nigga come to find out She, her sister, backstage Conversation kissed her Made me forget to remember that I pimp or die Put the pimpin' aside, I sene Kenya in her eye Our connections lied in a life before For us to meet again was Divine law I can't describe how deep I dug her Now only in memory can I hug her, I reminisce My God My God Yeah, my God My God My God, oh When I reminisce Reminisce over you girl, oh When I reminisce (I reminisce, reminisce) You're infectious When I reminisce, oh (reminisce, my God) Infectious
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Credits
- Writers
- Common
- Bilal
- Yasiin Bey
- J Dilla