Talib Kweli - We Pullin' Out Tonite lyrics

Set it off, set it off, get it off now
Get out or you headed North now
Ain't comin at you like it's soft now
We pullin out tonite rapapapapa pa
Rapapapapa pa rapapapapa pa
Rapapa pa

Y'all dudes be watchin TV, see the MC
Get the CD
Believin every word he's heard spit
You best believe me
So when I get to spittin
This should be so excitin
You see your favorite rapper and you
Can't believe you like him
Saw a tear comin from your eye now
Can't really pretend you fly now
So you still frontin but why now
Feel like you can't touch the sky now
What the people really feelin, let's find out
If you rockin with a nigga, let's ride out
We got no time to lie down
Young girls in the fuckin cryin out
Its the way that I walk and I talk like
I'm a real Brooklyn-New York type
You know the type to push niggas off bikes
One summer only rock Air-Force Nikes
Gonna put it down answer the door right
Go hard to the paper with all night
Spit that murder rap, murder rap rap
Sounds like rapapa

Rapapapapa pa rapapapapa pa
Rapapapapa rapapapapa pa
G yeah, g yeah, g yeah, g yeah
G yeah, g yeah, g yeah
G yeah, g yeah, g yeah, g yeah
G yeah, g yeah, g yeah g yeah, g yeah
Here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go c'mon

These niggas screamin how they
Take your life? dreamin
They leave the proof so they can
Keep their man a cure appointment
Say they be on the block
And they got ammunity
They can't even scare white people
And they pay their community
And I know you got a wife and
You not playing with your kids
That's why I don't believe in half
The shit you say you did
Treat you like Craig, you ain't gotta lie
Like BI somebody gotta die
I keep these niggas on their toes, fuck it
Somebody gotta try
I make the mystery DIE, I'm like Magnum PI
Its just a fax when I RAP
I got 'em trapped like TI
Niggas get 24's and shit they
Ain't got money for
And put on some funny clothes to
Holla at some funny hoes
And what you think that make you a man huh
That don't make you nothin but a bumma
Drop, pause and they ain't no cameras
Gangstas gotta cry your manner
You rockin a shook demeanor
Probably scared to throw some joints
Ain't gonna bust a nina, nothin sweeter
What's the point?