Say Something

Say something, say something
Say something, say something
Speak to the people like Barack Obama
Fish grease, criminal names on police blotters
Niggaz talk shit, but they ain't got skills
Say something, say something
Horror chick in the bathroom, off the backstage room
The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than meat lockers
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
While these dudes get it confused and abuse the creative substance
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
Beatin' in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman
Ain't knew I was bad news? Look at the tattoos
Forget it, every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic

Just thought I'd remind all you challengers

Chokin' you out 'til you can't suck any air through
I keep it gritty so they get it, they feel me, the flow

Actually had the capacity to be the ones in a class of zeros

Still spit right in your face
I'ma show you how we break an artist
Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
Talk shit now, talk shit now
Matter 'fact, apologize
Talk shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter than
You can see my Black Thought like 'Riq Trotter

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

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

Been here the whole time
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
Is known for touchin' the soul of street hustlers
Talk shit now, talk shit now
We not fallin' for your trick 'cause your image is like a gimmick

My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka
Talk shit now, talk shit now
Get ran through like you was fingers through Sassoon
You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga
Talk shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
You can ask me, have any conversation
Just for kickin' niggaz out the club like Michael Richards
Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and
But I ain't go nowhere though
Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
Talk shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey

I'm sayin' makin' a profit, a product of Reaganomics
Out in the Mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada

Is not defined by any calendar
Say something, say something
Where you been? You back

Hip hop's not dead, it was on vacation
The writin' therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin'

They worship like the black Madonna, c'mon

Say something, say something
Kwe' gon' flow on the beat proper, composin' complete operas
Deep, go ahead and sleep, they know in the street

Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
Say something, say something
I'm givin' you a contact high, my name buzzin'
Open your mouth, say somethin', I fuckin' dare you
I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm askin' Him for forgiveness
Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
I speak in the language they know I keep customers

You convinced me, I hit targets like top shotters

We back, we bask in the confrontation
Fuck with your man too, thinkin' I can't do what I plan to

Get the name right, BKMC, Talib Kweli, say it again
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
I smack Internet MC's and beat bloggers
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme MySpace, you're not safe
Talk shit now, the year of Blacksmith
That's a threat, I'm not makin' a promise
Vet vandal, niggaz are brand new
Yeah, I admit it, I'm guilty, the way I spit it is filthy
Yeah, they say I'm back
And I came in the game with nothin', stop frontin', nigga

Tappin' two heart choppers, I'm harder than gob stoppers
Past due, Jean and Kwe' the last two action heroes
Longer than a cigar that's Godfather
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga, I'll harass you
Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage