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Talib Kweli - "Say Something"
Lyrics to Say Something : [Intro:] The year is 1975 (yeah, hahaha!) Brooklyn, New York City (stand up) A child destined for greatness is born (we goin in) Lets go! Get your hands in the air (get em up!) Put your hands in the air (put em up!) Get your hands in the air (get em up!) Put your hands in the air (put em up!) [Chorus:] Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) Say something, say something (what was that') Say something (I dare you), say something [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] The lord chief rocker, Im colder than meatlockers My people keep throwin it up like cheap vodka I smack internet emcees and beat bloggers You can see my black thought like Riq Trotter Its deep ' go ahead and sleep They know in the street Kwe gon flow on the beat proper Composin complete operas Longer than a cigar thats godfather, Tap into heart chakras im harder than gobstoppers People comin for the throne not knowin the seat hotter Than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters You convinced me, I hit targets like top shottas Out in the mideast like Muslims takin Shahada Im sayin makin a profit a product of Reaganomics Awake and Im stayin conscious to radio playin garbage, yeah Blacksmith Music, if you dont pay homage, Ima show you how we break an artist Thats a threat, Im not makin a promise Speak to the people like Barak Obama They worship like a black Madonna, cmon Niggas talk shit, but they aint got skills Im the type of nigga to put lead in your grill Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and Beatin in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman Still spit right in your face Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme my space, youre not safe Yeah, they say Im back, but I aint go nowhere though Been here the whole time Where you been' You back Matter fact, apologize [Chorus:] Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) Cmon Say something (ghead), say something (uh huh) Say something (what') (who is it') say something (Jean Grae!) [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Yeah, open your mouth, say something, I fuckin dare you Chokin you out till you cant suck any air through Fuck with your man too, thinkin I cant do what I plan to Vet vandal, niggas are brand new Aint knew I was bad news' Look at the tattoos Get ran through like you was fingers through Sassoon Horror chick in the bathroom, off the backstage room Shit you couldnt imagine, nigga Ill harass you Ill Ras Kass you, soul on ice and body cast dude Past due, Jean and Kwe the last two action heroes Actually had the capacity to be the ones in a class of zeroes Hip hops not dead, it was on vacation We back, we bask in the confrontation You can ask me, have any conversation You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, Im waitin, nigga [Chorus:] Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What' Talk shit now (now...now...now...) Say something (ghead), say something (what was that') Say something (I dare you), say something [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] We not fallin for your trick cause your image is like a gimmick Forget it, every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic Im talkin to the lord and Im askin him for forgiveness Just for kickin niggas out the club like Michael Richards Yeah, I admit, Im guilty, the way I spit is filthy I keep it gritty, so they get it, they feel me, the flow Is known for touchin the soul of street hustlers I speak in the language - you know I keep customers The writing therapeutic, its due to the pain and sufferin While these dudes get it confused and abuse the creative substance Im givin you a contact high, my name buzzin And I came in the game with nothin, stop frontin nigga, talk shit now! [Outro:] The year of the Blacksmith is not defined by any calendar Just thought Id remind all you challengers Get the name right, Talib Kweli, BKMC, stand up! Get your hands in the air (get em up!) Put your hands in the air (put em up!) Get your hands in the air (get em up!) Put your hands in the air (put em up!) [ Say Something Lyrics ]
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