Talib Kweli, Jean Grae - Say Something текст песни

Opening the same as the break from
Lords of the Underground's "Funky Child"

The year is 1975, Brooklyn, New York City
A child destined for greatness is born
Let's 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)

Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Say something, say something (what was that)
Say something (I dare you) , say something

The Lord Chief Rocka I'm
Colder than meatlockers
My people keep throwin it up like cheap vodka
I smack internet MC's and beat bloggers
You can see my Black
Thought like 'Riq Trotter
It's deep, go ahead and sleep
They know in the street
Kwe' gon flow on the beat
Proper composin complete operas
Longer than a cigar that's Godfather
Tappin' two heart chakras
I'm 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 shotters
Out in the mideast like Muslims takin Shahada
I'm sayin makin' a profit
A product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin conscious
To radio playin garbage (yeh)
Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage
I'mma show you how we break an artist
That's a threat, I'm not makin a promise
Speak to the people like Barack Obama
They worship like the black Madonna, c'mon
Niggas talk shit, but they ain't got skills
I'm 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
You're not safe
Lords of the Underground horn break again
Ha ha haha yeah, they say I'm back
But I ain't go nowhere though
Been here the whole time
Where you been, you back
Matter fact, apologize

Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Say something, say something (what was that)
Say something (I dare you) , say something

Yeah, open your mouth, say somethin'
I fuckin' dare you
Chokin' you out 'til you can't
Suck any air through fuck with your man too
Thinkin' I can't do what I plan to
Vet vandal, niggas are brand new
Ain't knew I was bad news
Look at the tattoos get ran through like you
Was fingers through Sassoon
Or a chick in the bathroom
Off the backstage room
Shit you couldn't imagine
Nigga I'll harass you i'll 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-hop's 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
I'm waitin' nigga

Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Talk shit now (now now now
Say something, say something (what was that)
Say something (I dare you) , say something

We not fallin' for your trick cause
Your image is like a gimmick
Forget it every rhyme is bitten
You like a mimic i'm talkin' to the Lord and
I'm askin' him for forgiveness
Just for kickin' niggas out the
Club like Michael Richards
Yeah I admit, I'm 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 they
Know I keep customers
The writin' therapeutic
It's due to the pain and sufferin'
While these dudes get it confused
And abuse the creative substance
I'm givin you a contact high, my name buzzin'
And I came in the game with nothin'
Stop frontin' nigga talk shit now

The year of the Blacksmith is
Not defined by any calendar
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers
Get the name right, Talib Kweli, BKMC
Say it again

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)