Talib Kweli - The Function lyrics

rate me

One, two, three and the place to be

You got the almighty Talib Kweli, BK emcee

It's the international rockin' with Madlib

We got the Strong Arm Steady gang and the place to be

We got Chace Infinite, Self Scientific and the place to be, word

Blacksmith is running through your function

No need for interruptions or discussions, no

Welcome to a Madlib production

We listenin; but y'all really sayin' nothin, ' no

I try to say the most just to say the least

I try to stay the coast while I slay the beast

I'm bout to say my piece, you listenin' to Rita's voice

Speakin' is the people's choice, Blacksmith is

The return of the black fist, that's quiet

That's it, it's the black star shout out to black

Bonte give me a call the next time you watch the VMA's

I'll be right there with the whole rock steady gang

Or making a fucking logistical nightmare

My nigga's is right here at the speed of light yea

Soon as I send the signal out after the night air

The sound that we makin' got them quakin' in they Nik' airs

We don't fight fair I'll make your shit crash

Quit yellin' whiplash you bitch ass (nigga)

Mad cause I'm faster and I hit the gas quicker

My squad cut like a glass of liquor, pass that

No matter the cost, we back at it, gat at your boss

Shoot to kill, splatter with force

Air force bubblin' blitz this shit

Fire like two sticks rubbing like this

No tricks nothing is fake I'mma ride

What you want thin ice where you skate? When them niggas hate

I'mma say beat break shake it off

Focus on what's important, but take a loss

Force the hand this is Strong Arm feeding you

We're beating you, cut a nigga short like an interlude

Bars anonymous, I promise you this

One line will make you famous like Travis and shit

It's the S.A.S, you are now rocking with the best

All them other rappers lied to you (nigga)

Yes, yes, it's still west, west

With my east coast, polly, Kweli, you got a problem with me

Steady Gang running the game, it won't change

Back to the days with Jordan's and gold chains

Fistful of dollars fucking future top models

Through the knowledge but we still poppin' bottles

Pushing like full throttle on the Interstate trunk full

Of product just to make a nigga's dinner plate

Gotta get this money for my daughter's sake, and I

Smoke a lot of weed and plus a nigga gotta say (what)

Fresher than a motherfuckin' mannequin, you get

The point like we was playing pickle with a couple javelins

Gimme a reason to stop speaking and

Start niggas bleedin' in the mid Los Angeles region

We the niggas that believe in lacerations and lesions

Niggas wanna dick and get it this evenin'

Earn a song James Lionel grain greedy geniuses

Y'all niggas is mysteries nothin' but phantom menaces

And we the niggas y'all love to hate

But see the homies from the east just raise the stakes

And we gonna get it in a major way

Blacksmith is the label strong arm is the game

Shawshank charmaleon six pack benatall

Weeping in the bank watching Robin Hood withdraw

Young orangutan gettin' niggas knocked off

You hall ass and get a trip to see Lou Rawls

I pour Henny from jewelry in my jacket like linen

You don't think I got the hustle in me

Roll with the real resis' you retarded

And winky is not the shit he just farted

One trip you motionless you understand the kid got close

And we can get rich, the rice stay broke

King Tut chrome in the cut like macuricone

Take off your head like the N.O. Superdome

The blacker the better, the greener the cheddar

We the new Dream Team smoking more green (nigga)

Jihad jinkins liberating like Abe Lincoln

Dizzling dumbing out minkin