Rock On

[Intro: Talib] C'mon let's go! Yeah It's beautiful, c'mon, keep marchin Everybody say HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY (HEY, HEY!) [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Now if you got toast, you keep your shots low You hug the block close, we rock on and on Now if you got dough, your shit is not low You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!) Now if you real fly, fuck with a real guy Give them your real eye, we rock on and on You keep yo' heels high, keep it real tight Who gettin real high? We rock on and on [Talib Kweli] Yeah, I flow beautiful like a Zab Judah blow (Traffic) like Benecio, (Suspect) is (Usual) Cut checks like cuticles, bust tecs at funerals My sound freak you out like rough sex in the studio I blow the back out the track when I black out Got the spot maxed out, people in the front pass out Security carry that ass out Get in the zone when I'm stoned like I live in a glass house Last bout I was in started to get real serious Homeboy got dropped and spazzed out like mysterious The boy in the hood with the furious style We in the age of Aquarius now, yo I show pain in the manner of Coltrane's "Alabama" Niggas wanna blaze a hammer "Real girls get down on the flo'" like David Banner when I handle my shit I go banana clips you walkin where the animals live [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Now everybody say (HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!) Yo, the way I spit is ghetto Like when niggas pray over beef like Khalil and get the metal 'til the shit is settled I pull strings like Geppetto did Pinocchio Y'all niggas sing to po-po like, K-Ci and JoJo or Sisqo and Nokio LeLe and Coco y'all, Sisters With Voices Y'all, lyrics are pointless My lyrics annoint like, oils and ointments I had a big death but I missed my appointment Y'all walkin through the valley while I run through it Every party we come through makin the "Gun Music" Practice the (Art of War), don't make me Sun Tzu it I put them knots in yo' head 'til you can't undo it You can't unscrew it, ladies wanna take it off All they want is piece of mind so I break 'em off I grab the game by the balls until I made it cough And made these bitch ass niggas take they make-up off [Chorus] [Outro: Talib] Everybody say (HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!) Yeah, get it right, Talib Kweli