The Blast

Lyrics

[Intro] Let me, let me practice.. hehehe, ehehe Talib.. T'Kwi, Kweli — I can't say it! That's wack.. Yeah.. yeah.. Yeah.. yeah.. Yeah.. yeah.. [Verse 1: Talib Kweli & 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 Fists in the air for (Marley) Keep 'em there like Natural Mystic, or smoke when the spliff's lit It's a revolutionary (Party) Word, they ask me what I'm writin' for I'm writin' to show you what we fightin' for Say "Tah-leeb" or "Talib" (Kweli) If it's hard, try spellin' it phonetically If not, then just Let It Be like Nina Simone You probably (Probably) don't listen, B Even when we suffer losses, I count the victories 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 cryin', be strong for your momma" is what I had to say [Hook 1: Talib Kweli & Vinia Mojica] To my little man named Amani ('Mani) 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) 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 [Verse 2: Hi-Tek] Yo, yo, yo, I remember when it all started Back in the day, when me and moms first parted Hi-Tek from the beginnin', 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 Stackin' my chips to get a foreclosure This shit ain't over Goin' for the gusto, keep gettin' that provo It's Hi-Tek (and Kweli) on the track like Flo-Jo Bet you ain't even know I had flow, though [Hook 2: Talib Kweli & Vinia Mojica] Yo, make you rock your body (Body) 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 You got to.. Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh [Verse 3: Talib Kweli & Vinia Mojica] Say my name, say my name (Kweli), like Destiny's Child Shine bright like my girl heavenly smile Or a suit on Steve Harvey ( Harvey) We tighter than them jeans that be huggin' black hips 70's style Like Chaka Khan, ain't nobody (Body) Set the stage ablaze like my crew, we burn it down like sage And smokin', clubs is where we party (Party) Holla at spit kickin' niggas Pharoahe Monch, De La Soul, Common Sense And my man Biz Markie (Markie) [Hook 3: Talib Kweli & Vinia Mojica] 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'll make you rock your body (Body) 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 You got to... Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancin' Ya gotta keep on dancin', yeah-yeahhhhhhh [Gil Scott-Heron] Yeah, this is Gil Scott-Heron and I'm from Harlem Everybody knows where that is, so that's where I'm from Talib Kweli and DJ Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal The new album is called the Train of Thought I'm urging everybody to get a ticket and get on the train 'Cause that's what you need to be doing So check that out, peace