Tyson Kuteyi - Go With Us lyrics

[Talib Kweli] In your eardrum so furious It ain't a game, it ain't a joke, it's so serious The best flow period, let's go! (Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack) Yo, the year of the Blacksmith It ain't defined by any calender Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uhh (Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack) C'mon, Talib Kweli, Strong Arm Steady (Blacksmith) Yeah, when I jump in the stu' with beautiful rap staff You could bump in yo' hoopty, bump in yo' Cadillac Blacksmith, S.A.S., real rap that People just be seein the surface, they can't get past that Phil Da Ag' smoke in your stash, Mitchy like klack-klack Krondon got crack rap, I got your back back Homie swing you better +duck+ like Aflac Lames just, stay in your lane, the flow is HazMat [Phil Da Agony] Yeah, we back for the '07, say goodbye to this '06 sh** Yeah we here for the championship And that's exactly what we came to get You know the name of this, organization that made you famous It's the Strong Arm, with the long arm to throw the bomb on The drop of the dime; we at the top of the line Plus we on the incline, the rhymes be finer than wine Design them in the mind, they shine like diamonds Fresh out the coal mine, young soul, old mind I'ma hold mine, Steady spittin cold lines Sharpen it up, backwoods sparkin it up These n***as act like, what I rap like in the clutch I mastered the dutch, Dizzle tell 'em to duck Hitman for hire, Blacksmith put it up Courtesy of Kweli, you got a problem with me Phil Da Agony, Strong Arm Steady! [Chorus: Talib Kweli] We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it up We so focused bruh, go on and throw it up The joint is broken up, we 'bout to roll it up We 'bout to smoke it up, that's why they wanna go with us Who wanna go with us? She wanna go with us She wanna go with us, they wana go with us So let's gooo! [Krondon] From L.A. to B.K., Brooklyn that is On the black hand side, Strong Arm Steady [Mitchy Slick] Blacksmith and we hear somethin Next thing you know, we was on the road dime humpin Earrings full of O'Shea's Big a** chain all in the way like Ghostface Of course all the hoes wanna go Baby like Mitchy, hella ghetto but he heavy peddles Lambo's And gettin snow cheap Had a n***a out missin studio sessions, haulin from the police But now I'm focused, and where my folks is And when we together we mob like locusts Crooks that hit licks that got crooks who work in big a** granny kitchens That we use to cook chickens And not the ones that's finger lickin The ones that'll have a Cali n***a ticklin switches My guns'll make a Northern Cali run How you think the little homie got kush zips for four hun'? [Chorus] [Krondon] Ay don't think we changed our style We just got more change for our style Strong Arm Steady! Chronic, country as cornbread, this L.A. life could be Funky as George Clinton's colorful dreads, prestigious I'm bred from a different cloth The walk and talk soft could cost your head The difference you the minor we the major No long life to be lived for the hater or the traitor Eight out of nine of my n***as doin time for advancin Handlin illegal finances This the family reunion, mixed with the holy communion You'll never win, you're too busy consumin Kweli, let's start up a union Protect the real n***as from the fakes so we ain't gotta do 'em Yeah, this the church right across from the liquor sto' Been on that hip-hop sh** since Biz Mark' picked his nose Under the mattress stack big as a fat chick Steady is the gang and the label is Blacksmith, b**h! [Chorus] "Ohh!" [echoes]