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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
Eric Coomes
Eric Coomes
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Composer
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Producer
Dave "SupaStar" Dar
Dave "SupaStar" Dar
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We be blazin' So amazin' Everybody get down Everybody get down We be blazin' So amazin' Everybody get down Everybody get down 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 Given birth on the track 'cuz 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, 'cuz we properly document How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument Phallicaly tryin' to challenge me, but who you racin' wit' It's amazin' 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 and Options," now 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 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 mosquitoes 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? Yo I'm in the back room makin' a run Ain't even touched her 'n makin' her cum Now you can catch me out in' Portland wit Stoudamire Everybody doin' shows but I'm the hottest flier Bitches say honest, I swear to God So how come then believin' them is so damn hard Could you really blame a nigga if I fucked a skate You didn'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' 'cuz 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 all full of 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 n'duce you to my dog Kweli 'n go up in it 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 C'mon We be blazin' So amazin' Everybody get down Everybody get down We be blazin' So amazin' Everybody get down Everybody get down Now let me tell you how I am 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, not bottles of champagne 'n Half these motherfuckers can't pronounce my name I'm so cool while you hyper in' the coffee shop Hype niggas make girls be like 'get off me stop' Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock 'Cuz the game unauthordox, off top You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks Always goin' down town pullin' all the stops Your breath smellin' like fish from straight off the docks Dats how you lost your spot, you too hype 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 Yea, we be blazin' So amazin' Everybody get down Everybody get down
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