Talib Kweli, Paul Cain, Fabolous - Get 'Em lyrics

This is more than you expected or thought
Somethin like A-Rod and Jeter
At second and short i rap now
Cause you can bring a check in with thoughts
And it's the only way to
Get out second to sports
Who would think I would check into 'ports
Draggin' a Louis Vuitton pulley while
I check in resorts
Where I'm from, the DT's checkin ya shorts
For the stuff you injectin or snort
It's real talk
And the critics still don't get
It I'm flashin for mu'phuckas
That work hard but they still won't get it
This young boys still gon spit it
These are my shoes
With two pairs of socks on
You still won't fit it
Even if you tighten the latch
I'm one of the few who make it
Look as easy as lighting a match
The dealer say I look right in the hatch
So I'm schemin on the Bentley wagon
With the Breitling to match
And I'm back in the stu' writing from scratch
With an extended clip and a
Site on the ratch' so, it's no bystanders
Let me excuse you out the world
So they can say I showed my manners
I can call so many ho's I should go by Santa
And put them in a schedule and go by planner
I drive fast
Like dude who used to blow Diana
And don't hit the breaks when
I blow by scanners
Now it takes a good singer
To blow on your record
And a lawyer that won't let
It show on your record ghetto!