Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go with Us, artist - Talib Kweli.
Date of issue: 06.08.2007
Song language: English
Go with Us |
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 |
Yeah, we back for the '07, say goodbye to this '06 shit |
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 niggas 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! |
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! |
From L.A. to B.K., Brooklyn that is |
On the black hand side, Strong Arm Steady |
Blacksmith and we hear somethin |
Next thing you know, we was on the road dime humpin |
Earrings full of O’Shea’s |
Big ass 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 nigga 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 ass granny kitchens |
That we use to cook chickens |
And not the ones that’s finger lickin |
The ones that’ll have a Cali nigga ticklin switches |
My guns’ll make a Northern Cali run |
How you think the little homie got kush zips for four hun'? |
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! |
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shit since Biz Mark' picked his nose |
Under the mattress stack big as a fat chick |
Steady is the gang and the label is Blacksmith, bitch! |
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! |
«Ohh!» |