[Talib Kweli] *imitating Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction*
Yeah, we gon` be a bunch of little Fonzi`s
And y`all all know what Fonzi was...cool
That`s right (set it off)
[Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]
We in the air like natural and mystic
Or smoke when the spliff`s lit
Don`t bitch if you get your shit split
Cuz you Limp like Bizkit
Spit and focus, formats my motto
In minutes and in precice, this is vintage
Y`all know it only takes a second for mics to get blown
You nice, you get known
Hear me twice it`s the clone ass nigga wit no life of his own
This is it, as Planet sets flames to the journal in your section
Wit Kweli from Reflection Eternal
Big up my nigga Hi-Tek steady rockin the spot
These niggas styles so dead that they startin to rot
We got the market on stock
Wit hot drops and big bookings
How we leave shows shooken up from Fresno to Brooklyn
New York City cost of livin, type high
We type fly, roll a white guy
Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky
Word, and it`s no Mister Nice Guy
Show you how we slice pies
Divided in between the scheme of nighttime
[Chorus--Planet Asia, Talib Kweli]
Don`t let up
We keep it movin with the movement
Beats by my brethren, 427
Don`t let up
Keep on making the street songs with the beat strong
Each one, we gotta teach one
Don`t let up
It`s Planet Asia and Talib Kweli
Shoutouts to J-F, my click, and that nigga JOEY T.!!!
Don`t let up
Blackstar to Cali Agents, these cats are amazing
Most rappers are foul and flagrant
[Planet Asia]
I keep rhymes on floss, retardedly smart
Wit fine-printed sheets folded
A book of such pages, a nine inch octavolts
It`s cultural warfare where shots fire rapidly
Cats plastically resign drastically
C`mon, up in the house you got the mic
Veteran slight, better than all your favorite rappers
Guess I`m about to make some cheddar
Than y`all, should fall abrupt
Once the measuring starts
I spit bars in twenty-fours and cut vocals without editing
I`m long-winded, styles intrigue through these vaccuum lungs
Althought my family be toking major trees
My performance forever powerful
These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra`s
And wilding out on bank accountants
It`s chronic slaughter, ionic orders doric
Now dine a novel to the face, I lace cats with the prehistoric
Medicinal metaphoric assorted for clientele
My whole crew circulating just like Japanese tourists
And I clap MC`s flawless
Know what I`m sayin?
I stays blunted with about a hundred thousand choruses
And crush mode, baby up those stats
I used to bust flows back in the day
I`ll probably rush you
Like fuck those raps!
Pitch black, spittin at the park
Seventy, perform the benches, triple-loaded in the dark
I started noticing my glow in the dark was right
From then on, I was always able to rock the mic unordinary from yours
Legendary till you bury the sword
Marry ya broad, scary how I carry the gorge
Of every applaud, I`m heavy like a 70`s Ford
For the cheddy and I`m ready and raw
[Chorus--Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]
Don`t let up
Killin the track, chill in the back
Until it`s time to hit the stage and begin healing the raps
Don`t let up
We all inside of the place
With big bitches, step to this and end up dividing the cake
Don`t let up
You gotta hear us, so we slow it up
Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up
Don`t let up
We keep it movin with the movement
Beats by my brethren, 427
[Talib Kweli]
My man Planet Asia already broke down the science to my name
