Lyrics The Blast - Talib Kweli, Erykah Badu

The Blast

Let me, let me practice.
hehehe, ehehe
Talib.
T’Kwi, Kweli — I can’t say it!
That’s wack.
(Vinia Mojica)
Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli), any questions?
I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek and he from the Natti (Natti)
We make the sky crack, feel the fly track,
get your hands up like a hijack
Fist in the air for (Kweli), keep 'em there like
Natural mystic or smoke when they spliffs lit
It’s a revolutionary (party), they ask me what I’m writing for
I’m writing to show you what we fightin for
Say Taleeb or Talib (Kweli), if it’s hard try spelling in phonetically
If not then just let it be like Nina Simone,
you probably (ably) don’t listen B Even when we suffer loses I account the victory
Sometimes it’s far and between I’m sad to say
it got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
I know my son wept 'cause his dad’s away
Stop crying be strong is what I had to say
to my little man named Amani (mani)
Chorus: repeat 2X
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It’s got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
Who make you rock your body (body)
I remember when it all started
Back in the day when me and moms first parted
Hi-Tek from the beginning I stayed advanced
A young chameleon -- adapt to any circumstance
Peep game nigga, never been a lazy nigga
Stayed on my hustle, concentrate to get the paper bigger
Stay focused while other cats stay hopeless
While niggas stay high I stay lower,
Stacking my chips to get a foreclosure, this shit ain’t over
Going for the gusto, keep getting that provo,
It’s Hi-Tek (and Kweli) on the track like Flow Jo,
bet you ain’t even know I had flow though,
Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing
oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh
Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing.