[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Yes
Yes!
You already know what it is
Feel it coming
Send it out to–, send it out to–
Send it out to–, send it out to–
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Some of them wanna front like Kweli ain't sonning them
Running them, I'm done with them,
'Cause I'm nicer than every one of them
Some of them hesitate and then their reputation crumbling
You look and you catch me out in Brooklyn, on foot on the Cumberland
Some of them is informers when they on the corner bubbling
Hustling, politicin' like a Democrat-Republican
Some of them Independent, and the streets be lovin' them
Some of them label whores and dependent on the budget
Some 'em do it for the love
I get mad frustrated, because some of them just do it for the club
Some of them just do it for the dough, and be like
"If you ain’t doing it for the dough, then what you doing it fo'?"
Some of them really got skills – but still really got bills,
And realize this game really not real, it's ill
Some of them think you gotta rap about things you don't do
And tell lies like some of them do
[Hook: Talib Kweli]
You know it’s like that – right, true
'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you
You know it’s like that – right, true
'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you
You know it’s like that – right, true
'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you
You know it’s like that – right, true
'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it–
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Yo, when these cats not as hot on a beat – yo, they so incomplete
I hope you got a receipt, we 'bout to take it back
Even when they got them a slapper, they still make the wack
Even though they stuck in the box, they still fakin' jax
It's Kweli and the Beat Konducta
Should we defeat the suckers?
We pull back they sheets and covers
And expose how hard they sleepin'
These dudes hard, they deep in
They tried to step, and left the party leakin'
I’m a stunter like a 380 Land's
Been here since the beginning, out to get a lot of ends
These dudes talk shit like your baby mama's friends
'Cause they softer than the curves on the baby mama Benz
I don't mean to condescend, but I condensate like rain
I condescend when I'm gone off the gin and Night Train
Sike – I really like the 'gnac,
I try to fight it, but it's fighting back
Fuck it, find a sack, just rewind it back
[Hook: Talib Kweli]
You know it’s like that – right, true
Plus no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you
You know it’s like that – right, true
Plus no matter what it do or how it do, I keep it real with you
You know it’s like that – right, true
'Cause no matter what it do or how it do, I keep it real with you
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
What it do? What it is? What it be? What it look like?
Where the beef? Where the club?
Where your teeth? Where your dubs?
Where your rims? Where your bimbos, primed and ready?
Where your exclusive kicks? Man, them Timbs is heavy
Yo, don’t tell 'em that the people is forgetting already
I'm rolling through with Jean and Steady,
These niggas palms is sweaty
Your chance of winning slimmer than Angel-hair spaghetti
That’s why none of them dare upset me
Just having fun, Kweli the truth, nigga – true spitter
Coming through with Madlib, who sicker than the Loop Digga?
Y'all need to do sit-ups, get your weight up
