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

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

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

The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder meat lockers
My people throwin' it up like cheap vodka
I Internet MC's and beat bloggers
You can see my Black Thought like 'Riq

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

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

I'm makin' a profit, a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to playin' garbage, yeah
Music, if you don't pay homage
I'ma show you how we an artist

That's a threat, I'm not a promise
Speak to the people like Obama
worship like the black Madonna, c'mon
Niggaz talk shit, but they ain't got
I'm the type of nigga to put in your grill

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

Yeah, say I'm back
But I go nowhere though
Been here the whole
Where you You back
Matter 'fact,

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

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

knew I was bad news? Look at the tattoos
Get ran through like you was fingers Sassoon
Horror chick in the bathroom, off the backstage
you couldn't imagine, nigga, I'll harass you

I'll Ras Kass you, 'Soul On and body cast dude
Past due, Jean and Kwe' the last two action
Actually had the to be the ones in a class 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 now, talk shit now
Talk shit now, talk shit now, shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

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

Yeah, I admit it, I'm guilty, the way I it is filthy
I keep it gritty so they get it, they me, the flow
Is known for touchin' the soul of hustlers
I speak in the they know I keep customers

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

Talk shit now, the of Blacksmith
Is not by any calendar
Just thought I'd remind all you
Get the right, BKMC, Talib Kweli, say it again

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 your in the air, put 'em up
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