Say Something Lyrics - Jean Grae

[Intro:] 

The year is 1975 (yeah, hahaha!) 

Brooklyn, New York City (stand up) 

A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in) 

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 (put em up!) 

[Chorus:] 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) 

Say something, say something (what was that?) 

Say something (I dare you), say something 

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] 

The lord chief rocker, I'm colder than meat lockers 

My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka 

I smack internet emcees and beat bloggers 

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You can see my black thought like 'Riq Trotter 

It's deep ? go ahead and sleep 

They know in the street Kwe' gon flow on the beat proper 

Composin' complete operas 

Longer than a cigar thats godfather, 

Tap into heart chakras im harder than gobstoppers 

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 shottas 

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, yeah 

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 Barak Obama 

They worship like a black Madonna, c'mon 

Niggas talk shit, but they ain't got skills 

I'm the type of nigga 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 

Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme my space, 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 

[Chorus:] 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) C'mon 

Say something (g'head), say something (uh huh) 

Say something (what?) (who is it?) say something (Jean Grae!) 

[Verse 2: Jean Grae] 

Yeah, open your mouth, say something, I fuckin' dare you 

Chokin' you out till you can't suck any air through 

Fuck with your man too, thinkin' I can't do what I plan to 

Vet vandal, niggas 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 

Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga 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 zeroes 

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 shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga 

[Chorus:] 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? 

Talk shit now (now...now...now...) 

Say something (g'head), say something (what was that?) 

Say something (I dare you), say something 

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli] 

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' niggas out the club like Michael Richards 

Yeah, I admit, I'm guilty, the way I spit 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 - you know I keep customers 

The writing 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' nigga, talk shit now! 

[Outro:] 

The year of the 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!)