Get Loose

[Interlude One: Talib Kweli]

We came here tonight to get loose

So before we leave we got to lift you

Higher than you ever been before, forget roof

Cause the world on fire, the girl on fire

Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon {*4X*}

[Hook: Chester French]

When you're on the cross you against the wall

A-waitin for more

Won't give a single dance

I seen it all before

But one day you'll find you should lose your mind

You can wait in self-control

Intoxicate yourself

Now get out on the floor

Get loose

[Talib Kweli]

So ma let you get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce

Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse

To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c'mon

You spit game, think she leavin wit'chu, yeah right

They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c'mon

And get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon

Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right

If not it's a long hard night

Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit'chu?

Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile

Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone

Music in the back act like your theme song

You hate how it all sound like a ringtone

But when it come on in the club you sing along

She got one or two friends, bring 'em along

Un-less they wanted to {*edit*}, leave 'em alone

[Hook]

[Interlude Two: Talib Kweli]

Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon (get loose)

Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon

Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon (get loose)

Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon

[Interlude Two]

[Talib Kweli]

Aiyyo call the fire department cause the blaze has started

You ain't hot cause you flame retardant

I'm 'bout to hang up like a famous artist, in the Kweli museum

E'rybody feel him, can't nobody see him

Can't nobody be him, try as they might

But now it's dead, I defy afterlife

I spit in the face of the reaper as I address my wounds

Frontin for the chicks like Judy Blume

The dudes soon follow, they all sound recycled like bottles, cans

That's why I see through 'em like Hollow Man

They softer than model hands, no competition

Cause they flow not sufficient, they get thrown out the kitchen

Cause they can't take the heat, my throat is a flamethrower

Kweli and Tone ain't playin, it's game over

You could write it up, in the history books (look it up)

Or how they light it up, set it on fire, what? Fire it up!

[Interlude One]

[Hook]

[Interlude Two]

[Talib Kweli]

Oh word, once again like

Let's get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce

Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse

To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c'mon

You spit game, think she leavin wit'chu, yeah right

They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c'mon

And get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon

Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right

If not it's a long hard night

Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit'chu? (let's go!)

Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile (let's go!)

Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone

Music in the back act like your theme song

You hate how it all sound like a ringtone

But when it come on in the club you sing along

She got one or two friends, bring 'em along

Un-less they wanted to mess, leave 'em alone

[Hook]

[Talib Kweli]

Oh that's how we do

This is how we do it in the 'Natti

Ay, Brooklyn stand up!

[Outro: unknown speaker - at 5:03]

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