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The is 1975, Brooklyn, New York City
A child destined for greatness is born, go

Get your in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up
Get hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up

Talk shit now, shit now
shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than lockers
My people keep throwin' it up cheap vodka
I smack Internet and beat bloggers
You can see my Black Thought 'Riq Trotter

Deep, go ahead and sleep, they in the street
Kwe' gon' flow on the beat proper, complete operas
Longer than a cigar that's
two heart choppers, I'm harder than gob stoppers

People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat than
Fish grease, criminal on police blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets top shotters
Out in the Mideast like takin' Shahada

I'm makin' a profit, a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to playin' garbage, yeah
Blacksmith Music, if you pay homage
I'ma show you how we break an

That's a threat, I'm not makin' a
to the people like Barack Obama
They worship like the black Madonna,
Niggaz talk shit, but ain't got skills
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your

Number two is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the heart of a true
Still spit right in your
Fuck a Top 8, back up, MySpace, you're not safe

Yeah, say I'm back
But I ain't go though
Been the whole time
Where you You back
Matter 'fact,

Talk shit now, talk now
shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

Open mouth, say somethin', I fuckin' dare you
you out 'til you can't suck any air through
Fuck your man too, thinkin' I can't do what I plan to
Vet vandal, niggaz are new

Ain't knew I was bad news? at the tattoos
Get ran through you was fingers through Sassoon
Horror in the bathroom, off the backstage room
Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga, I'll you

I'll Ras Kass you, 'Soul On Ice' and cast dude
Past due, Jean and Kwe' the last two heroes
Actually had the capacity to be the ones in a of zeros

Hip not dead, it was on vacation
We back, we in the confrontation
You can ask me, any conversation
You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin',

Talk shit now, shit now
Talk shit now, talk now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

We not for your trick 'cause your image is like a gimmick
Forget it, rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic
I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm askin' Him for
Just for kickin' niggaz out the club Michael Richards

Yeah, I it, I'm guilty, the way I spit it is filthy
I it gritty so they get it, they feel me, the flow
Is for touchin' the soul of street hustlers
I speak in the language they I keep customers

The writin' therapeutic, it's due to the pain and
While dudes get it confused and abuse the creative substance
I'm you a contact high, my name buzzin'
And I came in the game with nothin', frontin', nigga

Talk now, the year of Blacksmith
Is not defined by any
thought I'd remind all you challengers
Get the name right, BKMC, Talib Kweli, say it

Get hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your in the air, put 'em up
Get your in the air, get 'em up
Put hands in the air, put 'em up
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