The year is 1975 (yeah, hahaha!)
Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)
A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in)
Let's go!
Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)
Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What? What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…)
Say something, say something (what was that?)
Say something (I dare you), say something
(Talib Kweli)
The lord chief rocker, I'm colder than meatlockers
My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka
I smack internet emcees and beat bloggers
You can see my black thought like ‘Riq Trotter
It's deep – go ahead and sleep
They know in the street Kwe' gon flow on the beat proper
Composin' complete operas
Longer than a cigar thats godfather
Tap into heart chakras im harder than gobstoppers
People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter
Than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets like top shottas
Out in the mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada
I'm sayin' makin' a profit a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage
I'ma show you how we break an artist
That's a threat, I'm not makin' a promise
Speak to the people like Barak Obama
They worship like a black Madonna, c'mon
Niggas talk shit, but they ain't got skills
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman
Still spit right in your face
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme my space, you're not safe
Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)
A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in)
Let's go!
Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)
Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What? What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…) What?
Talk shit now (now…now…now…)
Say something, say something (what was that?)
Say something (I dare you), say something
(Talib Kweli)
The lord chief rocker, I'm colder than meatlockers
My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka
I smack internet emcees and beat bloggers
You can see my black thought like ‘Riq Trotter
It's deep – go ahead and sleep
They know in the street Kwe' gon flow on the beat proper
Composin' complete operas
Longer than a cigar thats godfather
Tap into heart chakras im harder than gobstoppers
People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter
Than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets like top shottas
Out in the mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada
I'm sayin' makin' a profit a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage
I'ma show you how we break an artist
That's a threat, I'm not makin' a promise
Speak to the people like Barak Obama
They worship like a black Madonna, c'mon
Niggas talk shit, but they ain't got skills
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman
Still spit right in your face
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme my space, you're not safe
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