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Lyrics: 
 This the year of the BlackSmith
 Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go
 
 Yeah, niggas don't listen
 Back in the days we all used to listen
 Now shit is so wack, nobody listen
 To that real hip hop, yo, listen
 
 Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
 Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
 I think I wanna hear you
 Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
 
 Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me ya ears
 Stop repentin' 'cause the ending is near
 But don't panic, you can't function if you livin' in fear
 Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear
 
 Wait just a minute, who the fuck you talkin' to?
 Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
 Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin'
 I'm so crackin', you ain't heard? Ya shit appear like closed captions
 
 King of the bars and I'm goin' hard pause
 All my confidence comes from knowin' God's Laws
 Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
 Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar
 
 Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
 Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
 I think I wanna feel you
 Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
 But y'all hear me though
 
 Get up, get into it and get involved
 There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
 I think I wanna feel you
 Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
 
 Get it now, get it fast, get it right
 Get it big, get it locked, get it done, get it tight
 I think I wanna feel you
 But you don't really hear me though
 I spit clearly so it's live outcha stereo
 
 To your heart while it's beatin' in ya chest
 When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk
 To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh
 So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt
 
 Real hip hop is missin' from the shelf
 Yup, it's what you felt when you listen to yaself
 Only a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin'
 So before you spend ya hard earned spinach
 
 Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
 Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
 I think I wanna feel you
 Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
 But y'all hear me though
 
 Get up, get into it and get involved
 There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
 I think I wanna feel you
 Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
 
 You love the sounds comin' out your speaker
 I spit rounds like a nine millimeter
 The youth today, they frown at the teachers
 They ain't down with no leaders
 They don't wanna wait just a minute
 
 They like, 'What? Nigga, wait right there'
 I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you'll be missin' a right ear
 Get it clear, I figure it's my year
 I'm everywhere makin' appearances and niggas might miss
 
 Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
 What you heard as a pro, I'm so amazing
 Don't front, girl, you know it's ya favorite
 New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience
 
 Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
 Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
 I think I wanna feel you
 Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
 But y'all hear me though
 
 Get up, get into it and get involved
 There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
 I think I wanna feel you
 Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
 
 Yo, don't it sound so good to you?
 It's the return of the greatest, y'all
 Talib Kweli, BKMC
 BlackSmith is the movement, BlackSmith is the music
 
 Whatchu ridin' for?
 Whatchu livin' for?
 Whatchu dyin' for?
 I think I wanna feel you
 Bangin' on ya eardrum, yeah
 
 Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute
 Listen
 Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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