Akrobatik, Talib Kweli - Put Ya Stamp On It lyrics

Yeah

"Akrobatik batikkkkk" (uh, uh, what?)
"And Talib, Talib, Kw-Kw-Kw-Kweli, Kweli"
(yeah, word) "I blow the back out"
"Back out, the track out, the track out"
(uh, uh)

"Kweli and Ak put a stamp on it" (yo, yo)
"I blow the back out a
Track when I black out"
"I blow the back out the track out"
"The track out"

Let's go, yo
I be the host of your show, Mr a to the K-R-O
(what up bro?)
Same shit, steady makin them hit's
(I see the same as me)
So what up? (Put a stamp on it, stamp on it)



Akro, so straight for '08
Kweli, both names that hold weight
So when you be creatin your playlist
Don't forget that we are A-list material
Lyrics dirty to the point they
Scratchin off the serial
And straight to the basura
Goes that whack shit in your stereo
I'm Akrobatik brother
I'll out backflip Rey Mysterio
617 to the 619 (one nine)
Chicks pon heaven when he kicks one line
(one line)
And big up to my DJ, pon the mix one time
(one time) put 'em up, get 'em high
If hip hop is dead
Then it happened the day that Dilla died
But Ak and Kweli's here to show you
That this shit is still alive
A couple brothers with talents to
Rip your brain apart
But who would rather just bring "Balance"
To your "Train of Thought
Our "Black Dialogue" documents
"The Beautiful Struggle"
Bringin any stage or studio trouble
So spin the vinyl back (vinyl scratching)
You'll have somebody like "I know Ak"
His show will rock your body from
The intro to the final track
That's the outro, no doubt yo
Rappers is marks
Marx like Groucho, nothin to vouch for

Yo, the special guest on the jam is Talib
Yo, you know you the man (what up fam?)
Same shit, steady makin them hit's
(I see the same as me)
So what up? Yo, put ya stamp on it
Stamp on it

Yo, live at your stereo
Your hero get dinero though i have the name
Them name a country after
Like Amerigo Vespucci
We authentic like the Gucci
With the serial number
These rappers Fruity like the
Pebbles in your cereal, wonder
Why, some will die by the code of the Samurai
If this is nine eleven
They the fireman that ran inside (inside)
Dreams put on hold, like operators standin by
Camouflage like a mirage dodgin
The camera's eye (woo)
Kweli and Ak make your chick fantasize
With Spanish fly, we ever take the stand
You know we plan to lie
What kind of man am I?
I'm way off, if you think I'll take a day off
This ain't Ferris Bueller
(what?) , I'm not camera fry
Kick the sand in your eye
Ground your ass, if you plan to fly
Burnin through your skin like a can of lye
The rock and the dealin since
Stand to the Side
My fear somethin like a Panther with pride
Fans will decide who the truth when
It come to this rap shit (rap shit)
Kweli and Ak kid
Classic in the year of the Blacksmith
(Blacksmith) boston to New York City
Talib Kweli, Akrobatik, get that mail

What up? And put a stamp on it

Akrobatik and Talib Kweli
We stand taller than the Great Khali
And yo, we turnin you out
Ak with Blacksmith, show 'em what it's about
Y-Y-Yo, put your stamp on it, stamp on it

"Yo, yo, yo, P-p-put your stamp on it
Stamp on it" "Yo, Kweli and Ak"
"Put a stamp on it, stamp on it, stamp on it"
(yo, yo, yo) "I blow the back out the
Track when I black out"
"Black out, I blow the back
Out the track out, the track"
"I blow the back out a
Track when I black out"
"Black out, black out "