Talib Kweli - Who Got It Lyrics
[Featuring: Krista Thrill][Talib Kweli]Let's go, let's go, let's, let'sLet's go, let's go, let's, let'sLet's go, let's go, let's, let'sLet's go, let's, c'mon[Chorus: Talib Kweli]Ask anybody that you bump intoWho got it poppin when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)We got the sound that you jump intoYou automatically pressin rewind (jump up!)[Talib Kweli]They call him Kwe' for short, really talk to the childrenBut too many people feel him and they might, try to kill himTry to test me I survive, like your grandma recipe(Survive) like a Child with a DestinySurvive like a Cuban holdin piece of wood floatin to Miamilike, Elian Gonzalez cause they back with the familySurvivin in the streets of Brooklyn, that's where you find meSurvivin like somebody mommy clutchin a palm tree in a tsunamiWho woulda thunk that would ever happen?Rootin for Kweli cause he brung back clever rappinSister - heads wrapped in fabric of the standard musicChicks - with their tits, made of plastic look, dancin to itIn this arena I balance, your boy stand aloneand win it cause these rappers is more annoying than camera phonesMaybe it's me, it could be hard to move meBut these niggaz got me trippin like a white girl in a horror movie![Interlude]Do you like the way he jumped on it?Take a step back, you don't want itDo you like the way he jumped on it?Take a step back, you don't, you don't[Chorus][Talib Kweli]Yeah... this the one right here, put it on everythingDrop it heavy then get in the wind like a weather vaneLet it rain, let it pour, metaphor so let it offLike the 38th special edition of "Set it Off"Yo the trap, got you blastin your heatIt's hot ones like shotguns from the passenger seatThe mic booth, the district where they be packin the meatCause they kept it raw as the jump off, I hop, back on the beatBack on the street like an ex-conwith enough in his pocket for a tip at a restaurantIt's a cold world, dress warmCuttin through the bullshit record labels and the shady dealsLadies feel the beat when they out clubbin like baby sealsLet me chill out cause the raw image to focus onGet back to my point, this joint is jumpin like a circus songYeah, to break it down to the basic componentsThey don't want it so I'm runnin out of worthy opponents, whoa[Interlude][Chorus][Talib Kweli]Even when I be sleepin my brain it keep goin deep insideA street poem with rhymes that keep blowin your mindwith a unique flow and heat showinGrown men weepin in the open, tears leak into the oceanToday is (Training Day), I passed the test like Ethan Hawk andI'm droppin signs like Craig G, or Stephen HawkinsY'all don't rhyme, y'all speak in quotes of MC's that sleep in coffinsLatchin on like a leech and eatin off 'em, you weak and soft and[Chorus][Talib Kweli]Jump, jump, jump - Brooklyn jump upJump, jump, jump - Harlem jump upJump, jump, jump - yo, West coast jump upJump, jump, jump - everybody jump upJump, jump, jump - Queens jump upJump, jump, jump - {?} jump upJump, jump, jump - Midwest jump upJump, jump, jump - here we go (everybody like) yeah
