| 作曲 : Blake, Greene | |
| (Kweli) | |
| We be blazin' (uh) | |
| So amazin' (yeh) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down (uh, yeh) | |
| We be blazin' (uh) | |
| So amazin' (c'mon, uh) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Yeh | |
| (Talib Kweli) | |
| New year, new record, time to do bigger shit | |
| Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik | |
| I figure with the combination we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient | |
| As the world get hyped from hearin our musical conversation | |
| This a beautiful situation right here | |
| Given birth on the track cuz the cypher stay pregnant with ideas | |
| And we rockin it - rock, rock, rockin it | |
| Tell the hater players put a sock in it! | |
| Proper shit, that you got to get, cause we properly document | |
| How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument | |
| Validly try to challenge me, but who you racin wit' | |
| It's amazing the lyrical lyngerie I be lacin shit, we be blazin it | |
| Put it in the air with the chronic | |
| My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics | |
| From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing | |
| Still rockin' over "Balance and Options," now | |
| (Chorus) | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| (Talib Kweli | |
| They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog | |
| You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue | |
| Writin rhymes in my captain's log, BlackStar date | |
| MC's fake like Egyptian Gods in +Stargate+ | |
| Lovin the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap | |
| I draw blood like mosquitos y'all annoy like gnats | |
| Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat | |
| Concrete adjust to the contours in your back | |
| Quik where you at? | |
| (Quik) | |
| Yo i'm in the back room makin a run | |
| Ain't even touched her n makin her cum | |
| N you can catch me out in Portland we startin mine | |
| Everybody doin shows but i'm the hottest flyin' | |
| Bitches say honest, I swear to God | |
| So how come then believin them is so damn hard | |
| Could you really blame a nigga if you ****ed a skate | |
| You ain't even pay that's why you flunked today | |
| All you heard was he sellin talk shit about niggas and drink wine | |
| And your answer kept changin cos bitch you keep lyin' | |
| Talkin bout 'he make me sick | |
| All he do is disrespect me keep callin me bitch | |
| And he only wanna **** me when he all for that dough' | |
| What the **** you think i'm here for not to love you I hope | |
| All i'm bout to do is listen for a minute | |
| While I get my drink in n' introduce you to my dog Kweli n go up in it | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| (Kweli) | |
| C'mon | |
| We be blazin' (c'mon) | |
| So amazin' (yeh) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down (yeh, c'mon, yeh) | |
| We be blazin' (uh) | |
| So amazin' (c'mon, yeh, c'mon, c'mon) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Now let me tell you how I am | |
| (Talib Kweli) | |
| I'm mild-mannered at day but superhero at night | |
| I got the special invite to make your spot look right | |
| No ice, no rain, not bottles of champagne n' | |
| HALF these mother****ers can't pronounce my name | |
| I'm so cool while you hyper in the coffee shop | |
| Hype niggas make girls be like 'get off me stop' | |
| Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock | |
| Cos the game unauthordox, off top | |
| You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks | |
| Always goin down town pullin all the stops | |
| Your breath smellin like fish from right off the docks | |
| Dats how you lost your spot | |
| You too hype | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| Yeh | |
| We be blazin' (c'mon, uh) | |
| So amazin' (yeh, everybody c'mon) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down (yo, all the people in the house) | |
| We be blazin' (c'mon yeh) | |
| So amazin' (yeah, c'mon) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Yo, 1, 2, (c'mon) 1, 2 | |
| We be blazin' (c'mon, yo) | |
| So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down (yeh, everybody yo) | |
| We be blazin' (light it up, light it up) | |
| So amazin' (yeah, i'm feelin that, c'mon) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down (yeh) | |
| Yo do that shit | |
| We be blazin' (yeah) | |
| So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn, uh) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down (yo, yo do that shit) | |
| We be blazin' (c'mon, yo) | |
| So amazin' (yeh) | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down |
| zuo qu : Blake, Greene | |
| Kweli | |
| We be blazin' uh | |
| So amazin' yeh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down uh, yeh | |
| We be blazin' uh | |
| So amazin' c' mon, uh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Yeh | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| New year, new record, time to do bigger shit | |
| Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik | |
| I figure with the combination we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient | |
| As the world get hyped from hearin our musical conversation | |
| This a beautiful situation right here | |
| Given birth on the track cuz the cypher stay pregnant with ideas | |
| And we rockin it rock, rock, rockin it | |
| Tell the hater players put a sock in it! | |
| Proper shit, that you got to get, cause we properly document | |
| How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument | |
| Validly try to challenge me, but who you racin wit' | |
| It' s amazing the lyrical lyngerie I be lacin shit, we be blazin it | |
| Put it in the air with the chronic | |
| My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics | |
| From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing | |
| Still rockin' over " Balance and Options," now | |
| Chorus | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog | |
| You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue | |
| Writin rhymes in my captain' s log, BlackStar date | |
| MC' s fake like Egyptian Gods in Stargate | |
| Lovin the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap | |
| I draw blood like mosquitos y' all annoy like gnats | |
| Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat | |
| Concrete adjust to the contours in your back | |
| Quik where you at? | |
| Quik | |
| Yo i' m in the back room makin a run | |
| Ain' t even touched her n makin her cum | |
| N you can catch me out in Portland we startin mine | |
| Everybody doin shows but i' m the hottest flyin' | |
| Bitches say honest, I swear to God | |
| So how come then believin them is so damn hard | |
| Could you really blame a nigga if you ed a skate | |
| You ain' t even pay that' s why you flunked today | |
| All you heard was he sellin talk shit about niggas and drink wine | |
| And your answer kept changin cos bitch you keep lyin' | |
| Talkin bout ' he make me sick | |
| All he do is disrespect me keep callin me bitch | |
| And he only wanna me when he all for that dough' | |
| What the you think i' m here for not to love you I hope | |
| All i' m bout to do is listen for a minute | |
| While I get my drink in n' introduce you to my dog Kweli n go up in it | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| Kweli | |
| C' mon | |
| We be blazin' c' mon | |
| So amazin' yeh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yeh, c' mon, yeh | |
| We be blazin' uh | |
| So amazin' c' mon, yeh, c' mon, c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Now let me tell you how I am | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| I' m mildmannered at day but superhero at night | |
| I got the special invite to make your spot look right | |
| No ice, no rain, not bottles of champagne n' | |
| HALF these mother ers can' t pronounce my name | |
| I' m so cool while you hyper in the coffee shop | |
| Hype niggas make girls be like ' get off me stop' | |
| Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock | |
| Cos the game unauthordox, off top | |
| You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks | |
| Always goin down town pullin all the stops | |
| Your breath smellin like fish from right off the docks | |
| Dats how you lost your spot | |
| You too hype | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| Yeh | |
| We be blazin' c' mon, uh | |
| So amazin' yeh, everybody c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yo, all the people in the house | |
| We be blazin' c' mon yeh | |
| So amazin' yeah, c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Yo, 1, 2, c' mon 1, 2 | |
| We be blazin' c' mon, yo | |
| So amazin' c' mon get dowwwn | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yeh, everybody yo | |
| We be blazin' light it up, light it up | |
| So amazin' yeah, i' m feelin that, c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yeh | |
| Yo do that shit | |
| We be blazin' yeah | |
| So amazin' c' mon get dowwwn, uh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yo, yo do that shit | |
| We be blazin' c' mon, yo | |
| So amazin' yeh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Greene | |
| Kweli | |
| We be blazin' uh | |
| So amazin' yeh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down uh, yeh | |
| We be blazin' uh | |
| So amazin' c' mon, uh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Yeh | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| New year, new record, time to do bigger shit | |
| Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik | |
| I figure with the combination we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient | |
| As the world get hyped from hearin our musical conversation | |
| This a beautiful situation right here | |
| Given birth on the track cuz the cypher stay pregnant with ideas | |
| And we rockin it rock, rock, rockin it | |
| Tell the hater players put a sock in it! | |
| Proper shit, that you got to get, cause we properly document | |
| How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument | |
| Validly try to challenge me, but who you racin wit' | |
| It' s amazing the lyrical lyngerie I be lacin shit, we be blazin it | |
| Put it in the air with the chronic | |
| My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics | |
| From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing | |
| Still rockin' over " Balance and Options," now | |
| Chorus | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog | |
| You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue | |
| Writin rhymes in my captain' s log, BlackStar date | |
| MC' s fake like Egyptian Gods in Stargate | |
| Lovin the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap | |
| I draw blood like mosquitos y' all annoy like gnats | |
| Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat | |
| Concrete adjust to the contours in your back | |
| Quik where you at? | |
| Quik | |
| Yo i' m in the back room makin a run | |
| Ain' t even touched her n makin her cum | |
| N you can catch me out in Portland we startin mine | |
| Everybody doin shows but i' m the hottest flyin' | |
| Bitches say honest, I swear to God | |
| So how come then believin them is so damn hard | |
| Could you really blame a nigga if you ed a skate | |
| You ain' t even pay that' s why you flunked today | |
| All you heard was he sellin talk shit about niggas and drink wine | |
| And your answer kept changin cos bitch you keep lyin' | |
| Talkin bout ' he make me sick | |
| All he do is disrespect me keep callin me bitch | |
| And he only wanna me when he all for that dough' | |
| What the you think i' m here for not to love you I hope | |
| All i' m bout to do is listen for a minute | |
| While I get my drink in n' introduce you to my dog Kweli n go up in it | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| Kweli | |
| C' mon | |
| We be blazin' c' mon | |
| So amazin' yeh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yeh, c' mon, yeh | |
| We be blazin' uh | |
| So amazin' c' mon, yeh, c' mon, c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Now let me tell you how I am | |
| Talib Kweli | |
| I' m mildmannered at day but superhero at night | |
| I got the special invite to make your spot look right | |
| No ice, no rain, not bottles of champagne n' | |
| HALF these mother ers can' t pronounce my name | |
| I' m so cool while you hyper in the coffee shop | |
| Hype niggas make girls be like ' get off me stop' | |
| Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock | |
| Cos the game unauthordox, off top | |
| You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks | |
| Always goin down town pullin all the stops | |
| Your breath smellin like fish from right off the docks | |
| Dats how you lost your spot | |
| You too hype | |
| If you got a spliff then put it in the air | |
| If you want a rift then put it in the air | |
| If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air | |
| If you makin it last, put it in the air | |
| If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air | |
| Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air | |
| Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air | |
| Got nuttin but love, put it in the air | |
| Yeh | |
| We be blazin' c' mon, uh | |
| So amazin' yeh, everybody c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yo, all the people in the house | |
| We be blazin' c' mon yeh | |
| So amazin' yeah, c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Yo, 1, 2, c' mon 1, 2 | |
| We be blazin' c' mon, yo | |
| So amazin' c' mon get dowwwn | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yeh, everybody yo | |
| We be blazin' light it up, light it up | |
| So amazin' yeah, i' m feelin that, c' mon | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yeh | |
| Yo do that shit | |
| We be blazin' yeah | |
| So amazin' c' mon get dowwwn, uh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down yo, yo do that shit | |
| We be blazin' c' mon, yo | |
| So amazin' yeh | |
| Everybody get down | |
| Everybody get down |
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