Whatchu dyin' for?
I think I wanna hear you
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk
Whatchu ridin' for?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
Get up, get into it and get involved
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Back in the days we all used to listen
So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt
I'm everywhere makin' appearances and niggas might miss
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
Whatchu livin' for?
BlackSmith is the movement, BlackSmith is the music
I think I wanna feel you
Get up, get into it and get involved
I think I wanna feel you
I'm so crackin', you ain't heard? Ya shit appear like closed captions
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
Get it now, get it fast, get it right
The youth today, they frown at the teachers
Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., YE WORLD MUSIC
Stop repentin' 'cause the ending is near
I think I wanna feel you
Songwriters: Talib Kweli Greene, Terrance Quaites, Nina Simone, Kanye Omari West
Now shit is so wack, nobody listen
But y'all hear me though
They ain't down with no leaders
Yeah, niggas don't listen
I spit clearly so it's live outcha stereo
Yo, don't it sound so good to you?
King of the bars and I'm goin' hard pause
They don't wanna wait just a minute
Talib Kweli, BKMC
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Wait just a minute, who the fuck you talkin' to?
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
Get it big, get it locked, get it done, get it tight
Real hip hop is missin' from the shelf
I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you'll be missin' a right ear
To that real hip hop, yo, listen
I spit rounds like a nine millimeter
But you don't really hear me though
I think I wanna feel you
But y'all hear me though
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
Yup, it's what you felt when you listen to yaself
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
But don't panic, you can't function if you livin' in fear
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me ya ears
All my confidence comes from knowin' God's Laws
You love the sounds comin' out your speaker
To your heart while it's beatin' in ya chest
Don't front, girl, you know it's ya favorite
Only a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin'
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
Get up, get into it and get involved
Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
Get it clear, I figure it's my year
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
But y'all hear me though
Bangin' on ya eardrum, yeah
They like, "What? Nigga, wait right there"
I think I wanna feel you
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
This the year of the BlackSmith
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute
I think I wanna feel you
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin'
New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience
So before you spend ya hard earned spinach
Listen
It's the return of the greatest, y'all
What you heard as a pro, I'm so amazing
Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute