Get Up Lyrics - Talib Kweli

We be blazin, so amazin 

Everybody get up everybody get up 

We be blazin, so amazin 

Everybody get up everybody get up 

Talib Kweli: 

New year new record time to do bigger shit 

Caught a plane to Cali link with my nigga Quick 

I fickled with the combination, we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient 

At the world got hyper hearing I'm musical conversation 

It's a beautiful situation right here 

Givin birth on the track 'cause the cipher stay pregnant with ideas 

And we rockin it, rock rock rockin it 

Til the hater players put a sock in it 

Poppin shit that you got to get 'cause we properly document 

How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument 

Phallicly tryin to challenge me but who you racin with 

Is amazin with lyrical lingerie, I be lacin shit 

We be blazin it so put it in the air with the chronic 

My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics 

From Brooklyn to Compton to Lounge to Soundbombing 

Still Rockin off the balance of options 

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Now if you got a spliff then (Put it in the air) 

If you wanna riff then (Put it in the air) 

If you shakin your act (Put it in the air) 

If you makin it loud (Put it in the air) 

If you need a crib strapped then (Put it in the air) 

Take your hand off the gat and (Put it in the air) 

It's not your bud in the club (Put it in the air) 

Got nothin 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, black stardate emcees 

Fake like Egyptian gods in Stargate, lovin to hate 

But with all types of weight in they raps 

I draw blood like mosquitos, y'all annoy like gnats 

Pop that around a brown cat get laid flat 

Concrete adjust to the contours of your back 

Quick where you at? 

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(Quick) 

Yo I'm in the back room makin a run 

Ain't even touched her and makin her cum 

And you can catch me out in Portland with Stoudamire 

Everybody doin shows but I'm the hottest flier 

Bitches sayin "honest, I swear to God" 

Talkin like them believin her is so damn hard 

Could you really blame a nigga if I fuck then skate? 

You didn't even pay that's why you flaunt the date 

All you did was eat salad, talk shit about niggas and drink wine 

And your answer kept changin 'cause 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 off of that 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 bended 

Introduce you to my dog Kweli and go up in it 

Talib Kweli: 

Now if you got a spliff then (Put it in the air) 

If you wanna riff then (Put it in the air) 

If you shakin your act (Put it in the air) 

If you makin it loud (Put it in the air) 

If you need a crib strapped then (Put it in the air) 

Take your hand off the gat and (Put it in the air) 

It's not your bud in the club (Put it in the air) 

Got nothin but love (Put it in the air) 

Now let me tell you how I am... 

I'm mild mannered in the day, a superhero at night 

I got the special invite, I make your spot look right 

No ice, no Range, no bottle of champagne 

and Half these motherfuckas can't pronounce the name 

I so cool why you hypin at the coffee shop 

Hype niggas make girls be like "Get off me, stop" 

Real niggas like us, yo of course we rock 

'cause the game un-orthodox/ off top 

You got cold feet, like a pro off ya socks 

Always goin downtown pullin all the stops 

Your breath smellin like fish from right off the docks 

that's How you lost your spot you're too hype 

Light a spliff and (Put it in the air) 

If you wanna riff then (Put it in the air) 

If you shakin your act (Put it in the air) 

If you makin it loud (Put it in the air) 

If you need a crib strapped then (Put it in the air) 

Take your hand off the gat and (Put it in the air) 

It's not your bud in the club (Put it in the air) 

Got nothin but love (Put it in the air) 

---We be blazin, so amazin Everybody get up everybody get up--- x8