Let 'em In

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

Motherfucker turn the speaker up

Pacquiao on the tracks, wanna beat him up

Cold blooded but fuck it, I’m 'bout to heat it up

And make it more mannish than a lesbian with a Bieber cut

Ice grilling don’t fight your feelings of hatred

My haters is Kelly Rowland, they motivation

I take a pauper and make him into a king

And network with my connections, a few of my favorite things

Votive candles, pretty pearl handles

I banned you niggas, you corny as socks with sandals

Brooklyn is stocked with vandals and gangsters of all stripes

Hustlers and dealers, we made up of all types

Up all night like Drake and Nicki, I know I can’t take it with me

Why you niggas suck like you making hickies

That’s why you never win

Opportunity knock, you better let 'em in

[Hook]

Knocking so let 'em in, knocking so let 'em in

That’s right, I’m knocking so let 'em in

Opportunity in the flesh, knocking, so let 'em in

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Now dude I’m the coolest fly nigga, no stewardess

Hottest nigga doing it, then them niggas pursuing it

Used to be a hooligan, money nothing new to him

Now my pockets fat like a motherfucking buddha man

But that ain’t what I came for, never with the same ho

Nowadays niggas sweet like a mango

Forget a hater, fuck y’all like Bang Bros

Pistol on me, make a nigga do a tango

Ha! Ok, money on my mind frame

Opportunity knocking it's like a mind game

I copped a Roley yo, holy moly the time change

And I’m a dog but can’t remember my vet name

Damn, I hear the hood call me back again

Treat 'em like the nigga David and let them in

I say let 'em in

Treat 'em like the nigga David and let them in

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]

Many are called but few are chosen to keep the movement going

I’m in the booth beholden to the truth, keeping your juices flowing

I move the music like producers when I shoot the low and

Horns and flutes is blowing, we shining because the youth is golden

We get the beat on the grid like this was Tron

Rocking to Daft Punk, hitting like a stoner with his last blunt

Son, you just getting a pun I dropped last month

Will battle, will travel like I have gun

Have fun when I'm rocking it so consistently

That’s why these crabs run when I'm dropping it so efficiently

You try to front at first but you got to love it eventually

The MC conversation ain't complete until you mention me

Rapper of the century, writer of the millennium

Describer of desire, fire of the rookie

With the wisdom of a veteran, prescriber of the medicine

Opportunity in the flesh, knocking so let 'em in

[Hook]