Talib Kweli - Say Something Lyrics
(feat. Jean Grae)[opening The Same As The Break From Lords Of The Underground's "funky Child"][talib Kweli]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~!)[chorus]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 Rocka) I'm Colder Than MeatlockersMy People Keep Throwin It Up Like Cheap VodkaI Smack Internet Mc's And Beat BloggersYou Can See My (black Thought) Like 'riq TrotterIt's Deep, Go Ahead And Sleep, They Know In The StreetKwe' Gon Flow On The Beat Proper Composin Complete OperasLonger Than A Cigar That's GodfatherTappin Two Heart Chakras I'm Harder Than GobstoppersPeople Comin For The Throne Not Knowin The Seat HotterThan Fish Grease, Criminal Names On Police BlottersYou Convinced Me, I Hit Targets Like Top ShottersOut In The Mideast Like Muslims Takin ShahadaI'm Sayin Makin A Profit A Product Of ReaganomicsAwake And I'm Stayin Conscious To Radio Playin Garbage (yeh!)Blacksmith Music, If You Don't Pay HomageI'ma Show You How We Break An ArtistThat's A Threat, I'm Not Makin A PromiseSpeak To The People Like Barack ObamaThey Worship Like The Black Madonna, C'monNiggaz Talk Shit, But They Ain't Got SkillsI'm The Type Of Nigga To Put Lead In Your GrillNumber Two Pencil Is Sharper To Bruise Mentals, AndBeatin In My Chest Is The Heart Of A True GentlemanStill Spit Right In Your Face***** A Top 8, Back Up, Gimme (myspace) You're Not Safe[lords Of The Underground Horn Break Again]HahahahaYeah, They Say I'm Back, But I Ain't Go Nowhere ThoughBeen Here The Whole TimeWhere You Been? You BackMatter Fact, Apologize[chorus][jean Grae]Yeah, Open Your Mouth, Say Somethin, I *****in Dare YouChokin You Out 'til You Can't Suck Any Air Through***** With Your Man Too, Thinkin I Can't Do What I Plan ToVet Vandal, Niggaz Are Brand NewAin't Knew I Was Bad News? Look At The TattoosGet Ran Through Like You Was Fingers Through SassoonHorror Chick In The Bathroom, Off The Backstage RoomShit You Couldn't Imagine, Nigga I'll Harass YouI'll Ras Kass You, (soul On Ice) And Body Cast DudePast Due, Jean And Kwe' The Last Two Action HeroesActually Had The Capacity, To Be The Ones In A Class Of ZeroesHip-hop's Not Dead, It Was On VacationWe Back, We Bask In The ConfrontationYou Can Ask Me, Have Any ConversationYou Talk Shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm Waitin Nigga[chorus][talib Kweli]We Not Fallin For Your Trick Cause Your Image Is Like A GimmickForget It Every Rhyme Is Bitten, You Like A MimicI'm Talkin To The Lord And I'm Askin Him For ForgivenessJust For Kickin Niggaz Out The Club Like Michael RichardsYeah I Admit, I'm Guilty, The Way I Spit Is FilthyI Keep It Gritty So They Get It They Feel Me, The FlowIs Known For Touchin The Soul Of Street HustlersI Speak In The Language They Know I Keep CustomersThe Writin Therapeutic, It's Due To The Pain And SufferinWhile These Dudes Get It Confused And Abuse The Creative SubstanceI'm Givin You A Contact High, My Name BuzzinAnd I Came In The Game With Nothin, Stop Frontin NiggaTalk Shit Now![outro - Over Lotug Break Again]The Year Of The Blacksmith Is Not Defined By Any CalendarJust Thought I'd Remind All You ChallengersGet The Name Right, Talib Kweli, Bkmc, Say It AgainGet 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~!)
