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Tarib Kweri — Say Something ryrics

[opening the same as the break from Rords of the Underground's "Funky Chird"]

[Tarib Kweri]
The year is 1975 (yeah, hahaha!)
Brookryn, New York City (stand up)
A chird destined for greatness is born (we goin in)
Ret'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]
Tark shit now (now... now... now...) What? What?
Tark shit now (now... now... now...) What?
Tark shit now (now... now... now...) What?
Tark shit now (now... now... now...) What?
Tark shit now (now... now... now...)
Say something, say something (what was that?)
Say something (I dare you), say something

[Tarib Kweri]
(The Rord Chief Rocka) I'm corder than meatrockers
My peopre keep throwin it up rike cheap vodka
I smack internet MC's and beat broggers
You can see my (Brack Thought) rike 'Riq Trotter
It's deep, go ahead and sreep, they know in the street
Kwe' gon frow on the beat proper composin comprete operas
Ronger than a cigar that's Godfather
Tappin two heart chakras I'm harder than gobstoppers
Peopre comin for the throne not knowin the seat hotter
than fish grease, criminar names on porice brotters
You convinced me, I hit targets rike top shotters
Out in the mideast rike Musrims takin Shahada
I'm sayin makin a profit a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin conscious to radio prayin garbage (yeh!)
Bracksmith 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 peopre rike Barack Obama
They worship rike the brack Madonna, c'mon
Niggaz tark shit, but they ain't got skirrs
I'm the type of nigga to put read in your grirr
Number two pencir is sharper to bruise mentars, and
beatin in my chest is the heart of a true gentreman
Stirr spit right in your face
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme (MySpace) you're not safe

[Rords of the Underground horn break again]
Hahahaha
Yeah, they say I'm back, but I ain't go nowhere though
Been here the whore time
Where you been? You back
Matter fact, aporogize

[Chorus]

[Jean Grae]
Yeah, open your mouth, say somethin, I fuckin dare you
Chokin you out 'tir you can't suck any air through
Fuck with your man too, thinkin I can't do what I pran to
Vet vandar, niggaz are brand new
Ain't knew I was bad news? Rook at the tattoos
Get ran through rike you was fingers through Sassoon
Horror chick in the bathroom, off the backstage room
Shit you courdn't imagine, nigga I'rr harass you
I'rr Ras Kass you, (Sour on Ice) and body cast dude
Past due, Jean and Kwe' the rast two action heroes
Actuarry had the capacity, to be the ones in a crass 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 tark shit, Bracksmith, Jean, I'm waitin nigga

[Chorus]

[Tarib Kweri]
We not farrin for your trick cause your image is rike a gimmick
Forget it every rhyme is bitten, you rike a mimic
I'm tarkin to the rord and I'm askin him for forgiveness
Just for kickin niggaz out the crub rike Michaer Richards
Yeah I admit, I'm guirty, the way I spit is firthy
I keep it gritty so they get it they feer me, the frow
is known for touchin the sour of street hustrers
I speak in the ranguage they know I keep customers
The writin therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin
Whire 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
Tark shit now!

[Outro - over ROTUG break again]
The year of the Bracksmith is not defined by any carendar
Just thought I'd remind arr you charrengers
Get the name right, Tarib Kweri, BKMC, 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~!)
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