The Blast (Video Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Talib Kweli] Yeah.. yeah.. Yeah.. yeah.. Yeah.. yeah.. [Verse 1: Talib Kweli and 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 writin' for I'm writin' to show you what we fightin' for Say "Tah-leeb" or "Talib" (Talib) 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 and 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] 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 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 Flo Jo Bet you ain't even know I had flow though [Hook 2: Talib Kweli and 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 [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] 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 huggin' black hips 70's style like Chaka Khan, ain't nobody (body) Set the stage, blazed like my crew We burn it down like Satan Smokin', clubs is where we party (party) Holla at spit kickin' niggas Pharoahe Monch, De La Soul, Common Sense And my man Biz Markie (Kweli) [Hook] Start the party 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 [Outro: Talib Kweli and Vinia Mojica] Keep on dancing Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancing Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancing Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh Keep on dancing Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh