Planet Asia, Talib Kweli - Don't Let Up lyrics

Yeah, we gon' be a bunch of little Fonzi's
And y'all all know what Fonzi wascool
That's right (set it off)

We in the air like natural and mystic
Or smoke when the spliff's lit
Don't bitch if you get your shit split
Cuz you Limp like Bizkit
Spit and focus, formats my motto
In minutes and in precice, this is vintage
Y'all know it only takes a second
For mics to get blown
You nice, you get known
Hear me twice it's the clone ass nigga
Wit no life of his own this is it
As Planet sets flames to the
Journal in your section
Wit Kweli from Reflection Eternal
Big up my nigga Hi Tek steady rockin the spot
These niggas styles so dead that
They startin to rot
We got the market on stock
Wit hot drops and big bookings
How we leave shows shooken up
From Fresno to Brooklyn
New York City cost of livin, type high
We type fly, roll a white guy
Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky
Word, and it's no Mister Nice Guy
Show you how we slice pies
Divided in between the scheme of nighttime

"Don't let up"
We keep it movin with the movement
Beats by my brethren, 427 "Don't let up"
Keep on making the street songs
With the beat strong
Each one, we gotta teach one "Don't let up"
It's Planet Asia and Talib Kweli
Shoutouts to J-F, my click
And that nigga JOEY T! "Don't let up"
Blackstar to Cali Agents
These cats are amazing
Most rappers are foul and flagrant

I keep rhymes on floss, retardedly smart
Wit fine-printed sheets folded
A book of such pages, a nine inch octavolts
It's cultural warfare where
Shots fire rapidly
Cats plastically resign drastically
C'mon, up in the house you got the mic
Veteran slight
Better than all your favorite rappers
Guess I'm about to make some cheddar
Than y'all, should fall abrupt
Once the measuring starts
I spit bars in twenty-fours and
Cut vocals without editing i'm long-winded
Styles intrigue through these vaccuum lungs
Althought my family be toking major trees
My performance forever powerful
These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra's
And wilding out on bank accountants
It's chronic slaughter, ionic orders doric
Now dine a novel to the face
I lace cats with the prehistoric
Medicinal metaphoric assorted for clientele
My whole crew circulating just
Like Japanese tourists
And I clap MC's flawless
Know what I'm sayin?
I stays blunted with about
A hundred thousand choruses
And crush mode, baby up those stats
I used to bust flows back in the day
I'll probably rush you like fuck those raps!
Pitch black, spittin at the park
Seventy, perform the benches
Triple-loaded in the dark
I started noticing my glow in
The dark was right from then on
I was always able to rock
The mic unordinary from yours
Legendary till you bury the sword
Marry ya broad, scary how I carry the gorge
Of every applaud, I'm heavy like a 70's Ford
For the cheddy and I'm ready and raw

"Don't let up"
Killin the track, chill in the back
Until it's time to hit the stage
And begin healing the raps "Don't let up"
We all inside of the place with big bitches
Step to this and end up dividing the cake
"Don't let up"
You gotta hear us, so we slow it up
Let me see your fist, throw it up
Every spot we blow it up "Don't let up"
We keep it movin with the movement
Beats by my brethren, 427

My man Planet Asia already broke down
The science to my name
I speak to the silent and the tame
And the violent in the brain
I'm the pilot in the plane
I'm still Soundbombing shit
Dominant when I be flowin
Cats get broken like promises
Fuck the politics
My partnership with artists who
Put their heart in it
That's why my crew spit the hardest shit
For the art of it
We start the shit and get it HYPE
Cuz hearing me and this
Man here rock together, yo it's like
Mixing Northern Lights from the Bay
With Yard weed from Jamaica
Or the best from the Knicks with
The best of the Lakers we the creators
Never the imitators of the slave traders
All y'all niggas is just cartoons
Put to music like Fantasia
From the planet of Brooklyn to Planet Asia
I'll pull your card, I'm all around
I see your hand plus I'll raise ya
Like children, just for the sake of smacking
You when you outta place
You don't get hit's, niggas make errors
Try to run home
You out at the plate (YOU'RE OUT)
I make wack niggas light my L then
I put it out on they face
From New York to California
I'll run you all out of the state
Of mind you currently residin in
The difference is you try to win
You believe what they sayin
You on your knees like you prayin
You ain't got to sweat the ice and money
They know people promise me
With one rhyme I probably could
Break down your whole psychology
Niggas is Hollywood like the
Church of Scientology
If I drop African thought
They probably would lie and
Say it's Greek philosophy

"Don't let up" get rowdy if ya feelin it
We all about killin it
Ya feelin it? Well get with it then
"Don't let up"
Killlin the track, chill in back
Till it's time to hit the stage
And bring healing to rap "Don't let up"
We still down for the cause
With or without fame
Stickin to the old school laws
"Don't let up"
You gotta hear us, so we slow it up
Let me see your fist, throw it up
Every spot we blow it up