Talib Kweli - Let it Go (Blackstar Remix) lyrics

[Talib Kweli] Mick Boogie (absolutely) Justus For All (hold up) Let's GOOOO! Be witcha in a second so sit tight Sometimes I be doin my body wrong just to get right I rip mics, rap life make me attack like a pair fight Grab a flashlight, took on +Marauder+ in +Midnight+ Blackouts in summer, New York nights are red hot Flowin like lava explodin out the bedrock Movin' 'round the block like white, blue, and red top Radio edits reverse my curse like the Red Sox International, pa** porter's {?} gear And my song's here longer than dog years Fly, coast to coast yo check it it's all clear Respect is my currency, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there My name is Arabic/Canaan Got few chicks from Jamaican to the {?} Asians It's all love, my piers just my luck o' the Irish I don't fu*k with silly broads, I don't fu*k with the flyers Never f** with hard d**, the providers Like over-the-counter, these n***as flounder like the fish outta water It's about to be some sh** now, get your recorder No qualms to make the pay for, I'mma hit the reporter, yeah God might direct me to whoop ya a** Enjoy ya laugh, cause we bring it back to Brooklyn fast With my man Black Dante, Big Pooh, and Phonte Do some cla**ics like 9th, Tech, and Kanye, yeah! [Mos Def] We now dangerous, am d**h to flavorish Big hip, lick ya lips, shoot to savor it So refreshin, no regression, host a session It's pro-black, pro-progressive, so affective The 9th Wonder is a Lil' Bro collective Black Dante, Mr. Phonte cold perfection Warm soul on glow, not a neck on froze Keep your stuff on go, 'fore I check these hoes You f** around and get it how it get mayne Case smack attack harder than ya pimp hand My speaker box equinox like Coltrane k**a K flow mayne need it in the dope game Hairy gorilla call back, no Rogaine And I make that a** drop like I'm Soul Train I got soul mayne, heart and brains to match I'm wit the Lil' Bro, what's f**in wit dat?? I put my town on the map like a star.. Wit'out the car.. And I ride clean, and my thing bling.. ..and you know exactly how I mean 9th Wonderful, so beautiful So unusual, it's sho' plain On your brain, in your body, in your soul All my hopes show..reach the goal [Rapper Big Pooh] You'on't know about me, you'on't know my life You'on't know everything I go through to write You'on't know my plight, you'on't know my fight And STILL, muh'f**ers wan' steal my light That's right , I'm right back with a write that's sick I done went another level, raise prices quick Y'kno Big Dho told me, "Always rap wit a chip" I'mma do you one better, son I {?} wit a dip That's borderline great that's best in all states Fifty-plus some, dumb n***as, "Huh?" If you "huh", you can hear me, I speak clearly So my two sisters hear me, yeah Ronnie cheer me, sincerely I carry heavy burdens on my back Done, seen a lotta pain and my heart stay trapped Brothers on the grind tryna get that scratch 'fore them pagers get turned and your plans get scrapped! We back to the hustle where they fightin over scraps And your face get played cause you tryna watch your back My man, seen many n***as goin like that This year, real life no rewindin it back! [Phonte] Uh, uh. Let it go, better let it go Just let it go, ah ah, let it go They better let it go, they better let it go Let me talk to 'em, check it out.. Uh, it seem like, the more I achieve the more they expect Cause it ain't nothin in breed seeds like success And though you might expect n***as to lose they cause Or drop the ball, that n***a Tay ain't like the rest I'm built a little bit different, my specs is more rigid Phonte's the medicine, of fine black specimen Of Afro engineering, wit'out no interference To get it short, I'm more than just yo average rap n***a Or whatever you wanna call it Call it music, I call it my life performance Call 'em fans, I call 'em my life supporters Whether they pan or they sneakin through These are the people that I'm speakin to I speak to you, and this is the year that I'm gon' Schiavo my rivals, n***a pull out the feedin tube Cause y'all porch monkeys, that shake spears/Shakespeare's And make a k**in, my words worth worth a million Phonte and LB the last temptation Give a f** if our sh** is played on every station So y'all rap n***as can't follow me up You can't bottle me up, sh** I'm the well of inspiration, n***a! Let it go, ah ah, let it go Better let it go, ah, just let it go Pull it back, let it go, ah And let it flow like...