Talib Kweli - Back Up Off Me lyrics

(Talib Kweli) Whoa, yeah, yeah When you doing you, and you real fly with it It's like n***as always wanna check you, know what I'm saying? Always wanna make sure you keeping it real, keeping it real n***a, n***a do you (Hook) (Hi-Tek) Back up offa me, back up offa me (Talib Kweli) Won't you get out my face, better stay in your place I'm fed up, how much can I take Yo, you need to just (Hi-Tek) Back up offa me, back up offa me (Talib Kweli) I got money to make, not a minute to waste I need space when I try to create Yo, you need to just (Hi-Tek) Back up offa me (see me in the Cut') Back up offa me (trying to roll up) Back up offa me (or we can roll up) Back up offa me (ay, yo, motherf**er, hold up) (Verse 1) (Talib Kweli) Ton', what is this? I know he ain't talking, this is grown-man business Be your own man, stand on your own feet I thought we was homies But you comin' at me like you don't know me You think you do, but your probably wrong Arms around you buy more babies than Ashanti songs, oh baby I know you don't get it Try to walk in my shoes, I know you won't fit it Just 'cause I know you and your flow, too There's more to it, you won't get it, I don't owe you You want Hi-Tek to do a record for you So n***as is checking for you Cut the bull, 'cause n***as get respected for you Get your own respect dude, that ain't mean and evil Ain't no crutches in my crew My crew a crew of equals (yup) sh** was cool when we was teenagers, we grown men You my my people, but I don't need you moanin' and groanin' I can't feed you, I already got kids Now a n***a tries to rig relationships that not his I ain't trying to sign, I'm just an artist, n***a I'm just trying to rhyme and go the hardest, n***a (Hook) (Verse 2) (Talib Kweli) Radio s**ers never play me 'cause I don't let them They like a pimp when they ho's sweat them When I do a show, I love to catch the lady's eye Dazzi(?) papparazzi, I don't wanna see no lady die Sports entertainment, acadaemics, business, or politics The fine ho's swallow dicks for dollars quick Young broads all up in gangs like the Young Lords Jump forward, statutory rape, now you done for What, you thought that shorty 'bout to act a rage Right now, somebody's daughter is backstage It's a master-slave relationship, and guess who Toby It's the white girl in Colorado, and guess who Kobe Tried to tell you not to f** with these debutantes That's more Kobe beef than Japanese restuarants Don't need diseases or cases, trying to catch nothing And when they thowing p**y, best believe you catching something Say "hi" to Tek (Hook)