Say Something (Instrumental)

Say Something (Instrumental) - 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

Talk sh*t now talk sh*t now

Talk sh*t now talk sh*t now talk sh*t hey

Say something say something

Say something say something

The Lord Chief Rocka

I'm colder than meat lockers

My people keep throwin' it

Up like cheap vodka

I smack Internet MC's

And beat bloggers

You can see my Black

Thought like 'Riq Trotter

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 choppers

I'm harder than gob stoppers

People comin' 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 stayin' conscious

To radio playin' garbage

Blacksmith Music if you don't pay homage

I'ma show you how we break an artist

That's a threat I'm not makin' a promise

Speak to the people like Barack Obama

They worship like the black Madonna c'mon

Niggaz talk sh*t but they ain't got skills

I'm the type of ni**a to put lead in your grill

Number two pencil is

Sharper to bruise mentals and

Beatin' in my chest is the

Heart of a true gentleman

Still spit right in your face

F**k a Top 8 back up

Gimme MySpace you're not safe

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

Talk sh*t now talk sh*t now

Talk sh*t now talk sh*t now talk sh*t hey

Say something say something

Say something say something

Open your mouth say somethin'

I f**kin' dare you

Chokin' you out 'til you can't

Suck any air through

F**k with your man too thinkin'

I can't do what I plan to

Vet vandal niggaz are brand new

Ain't knew I was bad news

Look at the tattoos

Get ran through like you was

Fingers through Sassoon

Horror chick in the bathroom

Off the backstage room

Sh*t you couldn't imagine ni**a

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 zeros

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 sh*t Blacksmith

Jean I'm waitin' ni**a

Talk sh*t now talk sh*t now

Talk sh*t now talk sh*t now talk sh*t hey

Say something say something

Say something say something

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' niggaz out the

Club like Michael Richards

Yeah I admit it I'm guilty

The way I spit it 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' ni**a

Talk sh*t now the year of Blacksmith

Is not defined by any calendar

Just thought I'd remind all you challengers

Get the name right BKMC

Talib Kweli 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

Say something