My All

Who in the house?

Shouts out to SMG Studios

Further proof

We gon' switch it up on yall

When I ride, late at night

Say it all

What you bout? What you for?

Either stand, or you fall

With the skill that I'm smokin, and the strength in my hand

Its a spell, it's a potion, its a part of the plan

Came out tearin' it down on Lyricist Lounge

Linked up with Mos Def for a serious sound

Put it down and demanded respect

Got 41 MC's to spit rounds without cutting the check

Rest in peace Amadou Diallo, [peace] follow me to the front of the lines

Where they shoot them hollows

Painting pictures of a new tomorrow

My soundscape sound great, I go hard like the truth to swallow

Introduce you to Hi Tek, nothing but the raw

On tour with Common sense yelling fuck the war

Way back in 2004, the democrats here to touch the floor

And we touch the sky

First album with Faith and Mary J. Blige, since my man BI (?)

Brooklyn til i die, so its in my blood

They do it for the club, I do it for the love

So what do you want?

I give it my all, how much to they want from me?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

I give it my all, how much to they want from me?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

I get it jumpin' like oh what a feelin'

From the floor to the ceiling

Catch me illin' on tour at the villain, chillin'

Lyrically I'm hip-hop's Bob Dylan

Stop risen like the body count when they cop killin'

The MC known to keep it real

Watched the Grammys in the D with Dilla when he was nominated

On the road with Kanye before Kanye made it

Life wasn't so complicated

Stated as one of the greatest by one of your favorite MC's

Liberation gave it straight for free

Mixtapes you gotta pay the fee

But looking at me, Jean Grae, and SASG, yeah

Still waters keep stickin

So I keep flowing like a tree in Brooklyn keep growing

These other MC's give up, I keep going

So my work generate the hate they keep showin'

I give it my all, how much to they want from me?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

I give it my all, how much to they want from me?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

[Talib Talking]

Sometimes it feel like, how much more do you want

I give you blood sweat and tears, for years and years and years

You ain't gotta like waht I do, but you gotta respect it

I guess when you receive a lot of hate, it mean you affecting a lot of people's lives

Talib Kweli

Like my man Katt Williams says, if you got fourteen haters

You need to work on have sixteen by the summertime rolls around

Summertime belongs to Blacksmith

Blacksmith is the music, Blacksmith is the movement

[Talib Kweli, Get Familiar!]