Talib Kweli - Go With Us Lyrics
[Featuring: Strong Arm Steady][Talib Kweli]In your eardrum so furiousIt ain't a game, it ain't a joke, it's so seriousThe best flow period, let's go!(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)Yo, the year of the BlacksmithIt ain't defined by any calenderJust thought I'd remind all you challengers, uhh(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)C'mon, Talib Kweli, Strong Arm Steady (Blacksmith)Yeah, when I jump in the stu' with beautiful rap staffYou could bump in yo' hoopty, bump in yo' CadillacBlacksmith, S.A.S., real rap thatpeople just be seein the surface, they can't get past thatPhil Da Ag' smoke in your stash, Mitchy like klack-klackKrondon got crack rap, I got your back backHomie swing you better +duck+ like AflacLames just, stay in your lane, the flow is HazMat[Phil Da Agony]Yeah, we back for the '07, say goodbye to this '06 shitYeah we here for the championshipAnd that's exactly what we came to getYou know the name of this, organization that made you famousIt's the Strong Arm, with the long arm to throw the bomb onthe drop of the dime; we at the top of the linePlus we on the incline, the rhymes be finer than wineDesign them in the mind, they shine like diamondsFresh out the coal mine, young soul, old mindI'ma hold mine, Steady spittin cold linesSharpen it up, backwoods sparkin it upThese niggaz act like, what I rap like in the clutchI mastered the dutch, Dizzle tell 'em to duckHitman for hire, Blacksmith put it upCourtesy of Kweli, you got a problem with mePhil Da Agony, Strong Arm Steady![Chorus: Talib Kweli]We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it upWe so focused bruh, go on and throw it upThe joint is broken up, we 'bout to roll it upWe 'bout to smoke it up, that's why they wanna go with usWho wanna go with us? She wanna go with usShe wanna go with us, they wana go with usSo let's gooo![Krondon]From L.A. to B.K., Brooklyn that isOn the black hand side, Strong Arm Steady[Mitchy Slick]Blacksmith and we hear somethinNext thing you know, we was on the road dime humpinEarrings full of O'Shea'sBig ass chain all in the way like GhostfaceOf course all the hoes wanna goBaby like Mitchy, hella ghetto but he heavy peddles Lambo'sAnd gettin snow cheapHad a nigga out missin studio sessions, haulin from the policeBut now I'm focused, and where my folks isAnd when we together we mob like locustsCrooks that hit licks that got crooks who work in big ass granny kitchensthat we use to cook chickensAnd not the ones that's finger lickinThe ones that'll have a Cali nigga ticklin switchesMy guns'll make a Northern Cali runHow you think the little homie got kush zips for four hun'?[Chorus][Krondon]Ay don't think we changed our styleWe just got more change for our styleStrong Arm Steady!Chronic, country as cornbread, this L.A. life could befunky as George Clinton's colorful dreads, prestigiousI'm bred from a different clothThe walk and talk soft could cost your headThe difference you the minor we the majorNo long life to be lived for the hater or the traitorEight out of nine of my niggaz doin time for advancinHandlin illegal financesThis the family reunion, mixed with the holy communionYou'll never win, you're too busy consuminKweli, let's start up a unionProtect the real niggaz from the fakes so we ain't gotta do 'emYeah, this the church right across from the liquor sto'Been on that hip-hop shit since Biz Mark' picked his noseUnder the mattress stack big as a fat chickSteady is the gang and the label is Blacksmith, *****![Chorus]"Ohh!" [echoes]
