Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Mr. E , Ace Hood - Let 'em In lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Mr. E , Ace Hood - Let 'em In lyrics]
Motherfucker turn the speaker up
Pacquiao on the tracks, wanna beat him up
Cold blooded but fuck it
I’m 'bout to heat it up
And make it more mannish than a
Lesbian with a Bieber cut
Ice grilling don’t fight your
Feelings of hatred
My haters is Kelly Rowland, they motivation
I take a pauper and make him into a king
And network with my connections
A few of my favorite things
Votive candles, pretty pearl handles
I banned you niggas
You corny as socks with sandals
Brooklyn is stocked with vandals and
Gangsters of all stripes
Hustlers and dealers, we made up of all types
Up all night like Drake and Nicki
I know I can’t take it with me
Why you niggas suck like you making hickies
That’s why you never win
Opportunity knock, you better let 'em in
Knocking so let 'em in
Knocking so let 'em in
That’s right, I’m knocking so let 'em in
Opportunity in the flesh, knocking
So let 'em in
Now dude I’m the coolest fly nigga
No stewardess hottest nigga doing it
Then them niggas pursuing it
Used to be a hooligan
Money nothing new to him
Now my pockets fat like
A motherfucking buddha man
But that ain’t what I came for
Never with the same ho
Nowadays niggas sweet like a mango
Forget a hater, fuck y’all like Bang Bros
Pistol on me, make a nigga do a tango
Ha! Ok, money on my mind frame
Opportunity knocking it's like a mind game
I copped a Roley yo
Holy moly the time change
And I’m a dog but can’t remember my vet name
Damn, I hear the hood call me back again
Treat 'em like the nigga David
And let them in i say let 'em in
Treat 'em like the nigga David
And let them in
Many are called but few are chosen
To keep the movement going
I’m in the booth beholden to the truth
Keeping your juices flowing
I move the music like producers when
I shoot the low and
Horns and flutes is blowing
We shining because the youth is golden
We get the beat on the
Grid like this was Tron
Rocking to Daft Punk
Hitting like a stoner with his last blunt
Son, you just getting a pun
I dropped last month
Will battle, will travel like I have gun
Have fun when I'm rocking it so consistently
That’s why these crabs run when
I'm dropping it so efficiently
You try to front at first but
You got to love it eventually
The MC conversation ain't complete
Until you mention me rapper of the century
Writer of the millennium
Describer of desire, fire of the rookie
With the wisdom of a veteran
Prescriber of the medicine
Opportunity in the flesh
Knocking so let 'em in
Pacquiao on the tracks, wanna beat him up
Cold blooded but fuck it
I’m 'bout to heat it up
And make it more mannish than a
Lesbian with a Bieber cut
Ice grilling don’t fight your
Feelings of hatred
My haters is Kelly Rowland, they motivation
I take a pauper and make him into a king
And network with my connections
A few of my favorite things
Votive candles, pretty pearl handles
I banned you niggas
You corny as socks with sandals
Brooklyn is stocked with vandals and
Gangsters of all stripes
Hustlers and dealers, we made up of all types
Up all night like Drake and Nicki
I know I can’t take it with me
Why you niggas suck like you making hickies
That’s why you never win
Opportunity knock, you better let 'em in
Knocking so let 'em in
Knocking so let 'em in
That’s right, I’m knocking so let 'em in
Opportunity in the flesh, knocking
So let 'em in
Now dude I’m the coolest fly nigga
No stewardess hottest nigga doing it
Then them niggas pursuing it
Used to be a hooligan
Money nothing new to him
Now my pockets fat like
A motherfucking buddha man
But that ain’t what I came for
Never with the same ho
Nowadays niggas sweet like a mango
Forget a hater, fuck y’all like Bang Bros
Pistol on me, make a nigga do a tango
Ha! Ok, money on my mind frame
Opportunity knocking it's like a mind game
I copped a Roley yo
Holy moly the time change
And I’m a dog but can’t remember my vet name
Damn, I hear the hood call me back again
Treat 'em like the nigga David
And let them in i say let 'em in
Treat 'em like the nigga David
And let them in
Many are called but few are chosen
To keep the movement going
I’m in the booth beholden to the truth
Keeping your juices flowing
I move the music like producers when
I shoot the low and
Horns and flutes is blowing
We shining because the youth is golden
We get the beat on the
Grid like this was Tron
Rocking to Daft Punk
Hitting like a stoner with his last blunt
Son, you just getting a pun
I dropped last month
Will battle, will travel like I have gun
Have fun when I'm rocking it so consistently
That’s why these crabs run when
I'm dropping it so efficiently
You try to front at first but
You got to love it eventually
The MC conversation ain't complete
Until you mention me rapper of the century
Writer of the millennium
Describer of desire, fire of the rookie
With the wisdom of a veteran
Prescriber of the medicine
Opportunity in the flesh
Knocking so let 'em in