Say Something - Intellectual

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

The year is 1975, Brooklyn, New York City

A child destined for greatness is born

Let's go

Get your hands in the air (Get 'em up)

Put your hands in the air (Put 'em up)

Get your hands in the air (Get 'em up)

Put your hands in the air (Put 'em up)

[Refrain]

Talk shit now (now... now... now... )

Say something, say something (what was that)

Say something (I dare you), say something

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

The Lord Chief Rocka I'm colder than meatlockers

My people keep throwing it up like cheap vodka

I smack internet emcees and beat bloggers

You can see my Black Thought like Riq Trotter

It's deep, go ahead and sleep, they know in the street

Kwe' gon flow on the beat proper composin complete operas

Longer than a cigar that's Godfather

Tappin' two heart chakras, I'm harder than Gobstoppers

People coming for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter

Than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters

You convinced me, I hit targets like top shotters

Out in the mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada

I'm sayin makin' a profit, a product of Reaganomics

Awake and I'm staying conscious to radio playin garbage (Yeah!)

Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage

I'ma show you how we break an artist

That's a threat, I'm not making a promise

Speak to the people like Barack Obama

They worship like the Black Madonna, c'mon

Niggas talk shit, but they ain't got skills

I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill

Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and

Beating in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman

Still spit right in your face, fuck a Top 8

Back up, gimme my space, you're not safe

[Break]

{*Lords of the Underground horn break again*}

Hahahaha

Yeah, they say I'm back, but I ain't go nowhere though

Been here the whole time

Where you been, you back

Matter fact, apologize

[Refrain]

Talk shit now (Now... now... now... )

Say something, say something (What was that)

Say something (I dare you), say something

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]

Yeah, open your mouth, say somethin', I fuckin' dare you

Chokin' you out 'til you can't suck any air through

Fuck with your man too, thinkin' I can't do what I plan to

Vet vandal, niggas are brand new

Ain't knew I was bad news, look at the tattoos

Get ran through like you was fingers through Sassoon

Or a chick in the bathroom, off the backstage room

Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga I'll harass you

I'll Ras Kass you, Soul on Ice and body cast dude

Past due, Jean and Kwe' the last two action heroes

Actually had the capacity, to be the ones in a class of zeroes

Hip-hop's not dead, it was on vacation

We back, we bask in the confrontation

You can ask me, have any conversation

You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin' nigga

[Refrain]

Talk shit now (Now... now... now... )

Say something, say something (What was that)

Say something (I dare you), say something

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]

We not fallin' for your trick 'cause your image is like a gimmick

Forget it every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic

I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm askin' him for forgiveness

Just for kickin' niggas out the club like Michael Richards

Yeah, I admit it, I'm guilty, the way I spit is filthy

I keep it gritty so they get it they feel me, the flow

Is known for touchin' the soul of street hustlers

I speak in the language they know, I keep customers

The writin' therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin'

While these dudes get it confused and abuse the creative substance

I'm givin you a contact high, my name buzzin'

And I came in the game with nothin', stop frontin', nigga

Talk shit now

[Outro]

The year of the Blacksmith is not defined by any calendar

Just thought I'd remind all you challengers

Get the name right, Talib Kweli, BKMC, say it again

Get your hands in the air (Get 'em up)

Put your hands in the air (Put 'em up)

Get your hands in the air (Get 'em up)

Put your hands in the air (Put 'em up)