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The year is 1975, Brooklyn, New York
A child destined for is born, let's 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, talk now
shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say
Say something, say

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

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

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

I'm sayin' a profit, a product of Reaganomics
and I'm stayin' conscious to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay
I'ma you how we break an artist

a threat, I'm not makin' a promise
Speak to the people like Barack
They worship like the Madonna, c'mon
Niggaz talk shit, but they got skills
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in grill

two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the of a true gentleman
Still spit in your face
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme MySpace, you're not

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

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

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

Ain't knew I was bad news? at the tattoos
Get ran through like you was fingers 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 two action heroes
Actually had the capacity to be the in a class of zeros

Hip hop's not dead, it was on
We back, we bask in the
You can ask me, any conversation
You shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga

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 is like a gimmick
it, every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic
I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm Him for forgiveness
Just for kickin' niggaz out the club like 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 known for touchin' the soul of hustlers
I speak in the language know I keep customers

The therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin'
these 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', stop frontin',

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

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
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