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"Put It in the Air" is a track by Talib Kweli, from the album Quality, released 2nd July 2002. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Talib Kewli] Yo We be blazin' (Uh) So amazin' (Yeah) Everybody get down Everybody get down (Uh, yeah) We be blazin' (Ug) So amazin' (C'mon, uh) Everybody get down Everybody get down Yeah [Verse 1: Talib Kewli] New year, new record, time to do bigger shit Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik I figure with the combination we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient As the world get hyped from hearin our musical conversation This a beautiful situation right here Givin' birth on the track 'cause the cypher stay pregnant with ideas And we rockin it, rock, rock, rockin' it Tell the hater players put a sock in it Proper shit, that you got to get, 'cause we properly document How cats look more like dicks than the Washington Monument Validly try to challenge me, but who you racin wit' It's amazing the lyrical lingerie I be lacin shit, we be blazin it Put it in the air with the chronic My lyrics like drugs, got you hooked on my phonics From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing Still rockin' over "Balance & Options," now [Chorus: Talib Kewli] If you got a spliff then put it in the air If you want a rift then put it in the air If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air If you makin it last, put it in the air If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air Snook your bud in the club, put it in the air Got nuttin but love, put it in the air [Verse 2: Talib Kewli] They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue Writin' rhymes in my captain's log, BlackStar date MC's fake like Egyptian gods in Stargate Lovin the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap I draw blood like mosquitos y'all annoy like gnats Pop that around the wrong cat, get laid flat Concrete adjust to the contours in your back Quik, where you at? [Verse 3: DJ Quik] Yo, I'm in the back room makin' a run Ain't even touched during makin' her cum And you can catch me out in Portland with Stoudamire Everybody doin' shows but I'm the hottest flyin' Bitches say honest, I swear to God So how come then believin' her is so damn hard? Could you really blame a nigga if I fucked and skate? You ain't even pay, that's why you flunked the date All you did was eat salad, talk shit about niggas and drink wine And your answer kept changin' 'cause bitch, you keep lyin' Talkin 'bout "He make me sick "All he do is disrespect me, keep callin' me bitch" "And he only wanna fuck me when he off of that dope" What the fuck you think I'm here for? Not to love you, I hope All I'm 'bout to do is listen for a minute while I get my drink in And introduce you to my dog Kweli and go up in it [Chorus: Talib Kewli] If you got a spliff then put it in the air If you want a rift then put it in the air If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air If you makin it last, put it in the air If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air Snook your bud in the club, put it in the air Got nuttin but love, put it in the air [Break: Talib Kweli] C'mon We be blazin' (C'mon) So amazin' (Yeah) Everybody get down Everybody get down (Yeah, c'mon, yeah) We be blazin' (Uh) So amazin' (C'mon, yeah, c'mon, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down Now let me tell you how I am [Verse 4: Talib Kweli] I'm mild-mannered at day but superhero at night I got the special invite to make your spot look right No ice, no rain, no bottles of champagne and Half these motherfuckers can't pronounce my name I'm so cool while you hyper than a coffee shop Hype niggas make girls be like "Get off me, stop" Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock 'Cause the game unorthordox, off top You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks Always goin' downtown pullin' all the stops Your breath smellin' like fish from straight off the docks That's how you lost your spot You too hype [Chorus: Talib Kewli] If you got a spliff then put it in the air If you want a rift then put it in the air If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air If you makin it last, put it in the air If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air Snook your bud in the club, put it in the air Got nuttin but love, put it in the air [Outro: Talib Kweli] Yeah We be blazin' (C'mon, uh) So amazin' (Yeah, everybody c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down (Yo, all the people in the house) We be blazin' (C'mon, yeah) So amazin' (Yeah, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down Yo, one, two, (C'mon) one, two We be blazin' (C'mon, yo) So amazin' (C'mon get down) Everybody get down Everybody get down (Yeah, everybody yo) We be blazin' (Light it up, light it up) So amazin' (yeah, I'm feelin' that, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down (Yeah) Yo, do that shit We be blazin' (Yeah) So amazin' (C'mon get down, uh) Everybody get down Everybody get down (Yo, yo do that shit) We be blazin' (C'mon, yo) So amazin' (Yeah) Everybody get down Everybody get down We be blazin' (Everybody get down, everybody get down) So amazin' (Yeah, yo, yo) Everybody get down Everybody get down We be blazin' (Everybody get down, everybody get down) So amazin' (Yeah, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down (Yeah)
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