Put It in the Air

[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)