Talib Kweli - Go With Us lyrics

rate me

In your eardrum so furious

It ain't a game, it ain't a joke, it's so serious

The best flow period, let's go!

(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)

Yo, the year of the Blacksmith

It ain't defined by any calender

Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uhh

(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)

C'mon, Talib Kweli, Strong Arm Steady (Blacksmith)

Yeah, when I jump in the stu' with beautiful rap staff

You could bump in yo' hoopty, bump in yo' Cadillac

Blacksmith, S.A.S., real rap that

people just be seein the surface, they can't get past that

Phil Da Ag' smoke in your stash, Mitchy like klack-klack

Krondon got crack rap, I got your back back

Homie swing you better +duck+ like Aflac

Lames just, stay in your lane, the flow is HazMat

Yeah, we back for the '07, say goodbye to this '06 shit

Yeah we here for the championship

And that's exactly what we came to get

You know the name of this, organization that made you famous

It's the Strong Arm, with the long arm to throw the bomb on

the drop of the dime; we at the top of the line

Plus we on the incline, the rhymes be finer than wine

Design them in the mind, they shine like diamonds

Fresh out the coal mine, young soul, old mind

I'ma hold mine, Steady spittin cold lines

Sharpen it up, backwoods sparkin it up

These niggaz act like, what I rap like in the clutch

I mastered the dutch, Dizzle tell 'em to duck

Hitman for hire, Blacksmith put it up

Courtesy of Kweli, you got a problem with me

Phil Da Agony, Strong Arm Steady!

We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it up

We so focused bruh, go on and throw it up

The joint is broken up, we 'bout to roll it up

We 'bout to smoke it up, that's why they wanna go with us

Who wanna go with us? She wanna go with us

She wanna go with us, they wana go with us

So let's gooo!

From L.A. to B.K., Brooklyn that is

On the black hand side, Strong Arm Steady

Blacksmith and we hear somethin

Next thing you know, we was on the road dime humpin

Earrings full of O'Shea's

Big ass chain all in the way like Ghostface

Of course all the hoes wanna go

Baby like Mitchy, hella ghetto but he heavy peddles Lambo's

And gettin snow cheap

Had a nigga out missin studio sessions, haulin from the police

But now I'm focused, and where my folks is

And when we together we mob like locusts

Crooks that hit licks that got crooks who work in big ass granny kitchens

that we use to cook chickens

And not the ones that's finger lickin

The ones that'll have a Cali nigga ticklin switches

My guns'll make a Northern Cali run

How you think the little homie got kush zips for four hun'?

Ay don't think we changed our style

We just got more change for our style

Strong Arm Steady!

Chronic, country as cornbread, this L.A. life could be

funky as George Clinton's colorful dreads, prestigious

I'm bred from a different cloth

The walk and talk soft could cost your head

The difference you the minor we the major

No long life to be lived for the hater or the traitor

Eight out of nine of my niggaz doin time for advancin

Handlin illegal finances

This the family reunion, mixed with the holy communion

You'll never win, you're too busy consumin

Kweli, let's start up a union

Protect the real niggaz from the fakes so we ain't gotta do 'em

Yeah, this the church right across from the liquor sto'

Been on that hip-hop shit since Biz Mark' picked his nose

Under the mattress stack big as a fat chick

Steady is the gang and the label is Blacksmith, bitch!

"Ohh!"