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