What It Do

Lyrics

[Intro: Talib Kweli] Yes Yes! You already know what it is Feel it coming Send it out to–, send it out to– Send it out to–, send it out to– [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Some of them wanna front like Kweli ain't sonning them Running them, I'm done with them,  'Cause I'm nicer than every one of them Some of them hesitate and then their reputation crumbling You look and you catch me out in Brooklyn, on foot on the Cumberland Some of them is informers when they on the corner bubbling Hustling, politicin' like a Democrat-Republican Some of them Independent, and the streets be lovin' them Some of them label whores and dependent on the budget Some 'em do it for the love I get mad frustrated, because some of them just do it for the club Some of them just do it for the dough, and be like "If you ain't doing it for the dough, then what you doing it fo'?" Some of them really got skills – but still really got bills,  And realize this game really not real, it's ill Some of them think you gotta rap about things you don't do And tell lies like some of them do [Hook: Talib Kweli] You know it's like that – right, true 'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you You know it's like that – right, true 'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you You know it's like that – right, true 'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you You know it's like that – right, true 'Cause no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it– [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Yo, when these cats not as hot on a beat – yo, they so incomplete I hope you got a receipt, we 'bout to take it back Even when they got them a slapper, they still make the wack Even though they stuck in the box, they still fakin' jax It's Kweli and the Beat Konducta Should we defeat the suckers? We pull back they sheets and covers And expose how hard they sleepin' These dudes hard, they deep in They tried to step, and left the party leakin' I'm a stunter like a 380 Land's Been here since the beginning, out to get a lot of ends These dudes talk shit like your baby mama's friends 'Cause they softer than the curves on the baby mama Benz I don't mean to condescend, but I condensate like rain I condescend when I'm gone off the gin and Night Train Sike – I really like the 'gnac,  I try to fight it, but it's fighting back Fuck it, find a sack, just rewind it back [Hook: Talib Kweli] You know it's like that – right, true Plus no matter what it do or how you do, I keep it real with you You know it's like that – right, true Plus no matter what it do or how it do, I keep it real with you You know it's like that – right, true 'Cause no matter what it do or how it do, I keep it real with you [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] What it do? What it is? What it be? What it look like? Where the beef? Where the club? Where your teeth? Where your dubs? Where your rims? Where your bimbos, primed and ready? Where your exclusive kicks? Man, them Timbs is heavy Yo, don't tell 'em that the people is forgetting already I'm rolling through with Jean and Steady,  These niggas palms is sweaty Your chance of winning slimmer than Angel-hair spaghetti That's why none of them dare upset me Just having fun, Kweli the truth, nigga – true spitter Coming through with Madlib, who sicker than the Loop Digga? Y'all need to do sit-ups, get your weight up