[Talib talking]
Yeah play that guitar...
Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal
We count it down like...
1,2,3,4 - Stand up like a man get up off all fours like
1,2,3,4 - You ain`t sayin` nothing I ain`t heard before, c`mon!
1,2,3,4 - Still fighting this war, I ain`t finished my tour
1,2,3,4 - Rockin` it for all of ya`ll, c`mon!
I drop hard raps; building like cats with hard hats
Split your back like bullet impact from large gats
Stars chat with the bar-bats and get tipsy
Get car jacked from cats who hungry,
Get grizzly, get busy in they stomache where they hearts at
These are hard facts,
But I know the party`s still with me when I start that..shit
Make everybody put up their right and rock that shit
When I see the mic, my thoughts travel at the speed of light
I get this on lock cuz my song`s in the key of life
Like Stevie, blind as a fact, the rhyme on the track
Designed to attack, the mind of the wack
Or find it attract-ive to leave lines
on the black kid backwards in time
But they can`t hold us back when we shine
Yo we get the people charged like African elephants
to run on the colonists and tear down they settlements
1,2,3,4 - Stay down for the count, you don`t want no more
1,2,3,4 - Get respect when I walk in the door, all of y`all say
1,2,3,4 - Kweli and Hi-Tek, we rock shore to shore
1,2,3,4 - Lemme tell you who I do this for...
...I do this for the cats around my way
And the babies on the way
Y`all can wake up tomorrow but its on today
I feel stronger than a song can say
I`m born ready to grow heavy
Ban niggas from the game like strawberry
I`m all ready in activism
I attack comission, my baptism through fire
Muthafuckas is lackin` vision
I ain`t talkin` about wailin` and goin` back to prison
Niggas try to survive- gotta get back to livin`
The track of rhthym attract pigeons to dance floors
The jewel in the rhyme give `em somethin to stand for
Hands all up in the sky- for the eternalist
As soon as we rolled up, y`all niggas burnin` this
We politic in the street while we puff `dro
Election in the news but we don`t give a fuck though
Too much go on from dask to dawn with your krylon in vestibules
And cops arrestin` you with the guns drawn
1,2,3,4 - Stay down for the count, you don`t want no more
1,2,3,4 - Don`t need your authority, I follow God`s law
1,2,3,4 - All my niggas posted up outside the corner store, say
1,2,3,4 - But a shot in the sky like you in the dance floor, like...
BUCK, BUCK, BUCK, BUCK
That`s what I`m talkin` about
Crowd control when I walk in the house
Swine MCs talk like they got pork in they mouth, c`mon
I keep `em runnin` like slaves to the north from the south
Flushed these cats out, the whole system like D-Blocks
Got the lava flow Hi-Tek drop heat rocks (WHOOO!)
Since I used to shop at weed spots and make demos at beat box
We`ve been rockin` and droppin` to make the streets hot
The beats got more heads noddin` than the corner in Baltimore Maryland
Soon as the needle drops you get a rush like herion
Fiendin` like junkie addicted to pain
Who get closer to God when he takes the Lord`s name in vain
Niggas callin` my name, I don`t deal with the haters
Treat MCs like trees and smoke nothing but the greatest
Wrote nothin` but your favorite shit- showin` you the way to spit,
Wait a bit, listen for the count, then say the shit
1,2,3,4 - Stay down for the count, you don`t want no more
1,2,3,4 - I`m the illest MC you ever heard before
1,2,3,4 - Get up off the wall, everybody on the floor say...
say, say, say, say
1,2,3,4 - We appreciate the love that we get from ya`ll, PEACE
