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This the year of the
Kweli, Kwame, let's go

Yeah, don't listen
Back in the days we all to listen
Now shit is so wack, nobody
To that real hip hop, yo,

and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya
I I wanna hear you
Now get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me ya
Stop repentin' 'cause the is near
But don't panic, you function if you livin' in fear
Pay attention, you listen to hear

Wait just a minute, who the fuck you to?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to you through
Kweli, the captain of fast and slow rappin'
I'm so crackin', you ain't heard? Ya shit appear like captions

of the bars and I'm goin' hard pause
All my confidence comes knowin' God's Laws
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a roar

and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya
I think I feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya so
But hear me though

Get up, get into it and get
There's a little something I wanna spit for y'all
I think I feel you
Now get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Get it now, get it fast, get it
Get it big, get it locked, get it done, get it
I I wanna feel you
But you don't hear me though
I spit clearly so it's live outcha

To your heart while it's beatin' in ya
you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk
To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the
So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into

hip hop is missin' from the shelf
Yup, it's what you felt you listen to yaself
a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin'
So before you spend ya earned spinach

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya
I I wanna feel you
Now get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But hear me though

Get up, get it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for
I I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait,

You love the sounds comin' out your
I spit rounds like a nine
The youth today, they at the teachers
They ain't down no leaders
They don't wanna just a minute

They like, "What? Nigga, wait there"
I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you'll be a right ear
Get it clear, I figure it's my
I'm everywhere makin' appearances and niggas miss

Hear the word, peep the flow, the cadence
What you heard as a pro, I'm so
front, girl, you know it's ya favorite
New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of

and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm on ya eardrum
I think I feel you
Now lemme get up in it, for ya spirit so
But y'all me though

Get up, get it and get involved
There's a something that I wanna spit for y'all
I I wanna feel you
Now get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Yo, don't it so good to you?
It's the return of the greatest,
Talib Kweli,
BlackSmith is the movement, is the music

ridin' for?
Whatchu for?
Whatchu dyin'
I I wanna feel you
Bangin' on ya eardrum,

Wait now, now, wait now for a minute

Wait now, wait now, wait now for a