Talib Kweli - The Function lyrics

[Talib Kweli:] One, two, three and the place to be You got the almighty Talib Kweli, BK emcee It's the international rockin' with Madlib We got the Strong Arm Steady gang and the place to be We got Chace Infinite, Self Scientific and the place to be, word [Hook:] Blacksmith is running through your function No need for interruptions or discussions, no Welcome to a Madlib production We listenin; but y'all really sayin' nothin', no [Talib Kweli:] I try to say the most just to say the least I try to stay the coast while I slay the beast I'm bout to say my piece, you listenin' to Rita's voice Speakin' is the people's choice, Blacksmith is The return of the black fist, that's quiet That's it, it's the black star shout out to black Bonte give me a call the next time you watch the VMA's I'll be right there with the whole rock steady gang Or making a f**ing logistical nightmare My n***a's is right here at the speed of light yea Soon as I send the signal out after the night air The sound that we makin' got them quakin' in they Nik' airs We don't fight fair I'll make your sh** crash Quit yellin' whiplash you b**h a** (n***a) Mad cause I'm faster and I hit the gas quicker My squad cut like a gla** of liquor, pa** that [Phil the Agony:] No matter the cost, we back at it, gat at your boss Shoot to k**, splatter with force Air force bubblin' blitz this sh** Fire like two sticks rubbing like this No tricks nothing is fake I'mma ride What you want thin ice where you skate? When them n***as hate I'mma say beat break shake it off Focus on what's important, but take a loss Force the hand this is Strong Arm feeding you We're beating you, cut a n***a short like an interlude Bars anonymous, I promise you this One line will make you famous like Travis and sh** It's the S.A.S, you are now rocking with the best All them other rappers lied to you (n***a) Yes, yes, it's still west, west With my east coast, polly, Kweli, you got a problem with me [Chace Infinite:] Steady Gang running the game, it won't change Back to the days with Jordan's and gold chains Fistful of dollars f**ing future top models Through the knowledge but we still poppin' bottles Pushing like full throttle on the Interstate trunk full Of product just to make a n***a's dinner plate Gotta get this money for my daughter's sake, and I Smoke a lot of weed and plus a n***a gotta say (what) Fresher than a motherf**in' mannequin, you get The point like we was playing pickle with a couple javelins Gimme a reason to stop speaking and Start n***as bleedin' in the mid Los Angeles region We the n***as that believe in lacerations and lesions n***as wanna dick and get it this evenin' Earn a song James Lionel grain greedy geniuses Y'all n***as is mysteries nothin' but phantom menaces And we the n***as y'all love to hate But see the homies from the east just raise the stakes And we gonna get it in a major way Blacksmith is the label strong arm is the game [Krondon:] Shawshank charmaleon six pack benatall [?] Weeping in the bank watching Robin Hood withdraw Young orangutan gettin' n***as knocked off You hall a** and get a trip to see Lou Rawls I pour Henny from j**elry in my jacket like linen You don't think I got the hustle in me Roll with the real resis' you retarded And winky is not the sh** he just farted One trip you motionless you understand the kid got close And we can get rich, the rice stay broke King Tut chrome in the cut like macuricone Take off your head like the N.O. Superdome The blacker the better, the greener the cheddar We the new Dream Team smoking more green (n***a) Jihad jinkins liberating like Abe Lincoln Dizzling dumbing out minkin [Hook x2]