Songtext:
[Talib Kweli] *imitating Samuel L. Jackson in "Pulp Fiction"* Wuppertal Internetagentur Yeah, we gon' be a bunch of little Fonzi's And y'all all know what Fonzi was...cool That's right (set it off)
[Talib Kweli, Planet Asia] We in the air like natural and mystic Or smoke when the spliff's lit Don't bitch if you get your shit split Cuz you Limp like Bizkit Spit and focus, formats my motto In minutes and in precice, this is vintage Y'all know it only takes a second for mics to get blown You nice, you get known Hear me twice it's the clone ass nigga wit no life of his own Beschriftungen Köln This is it, as Planet sets flames to the journal in your section Wit Kweli from Reflection Eternal Big up my nigga Hi-Tek steady rockin the spot These niggas styles so dead that they startin to rot We got the market on stock Wit hot drops and big bookings How we leave shows shooken up from Fresno to Brooklyn New York City cost of livin, type high We type fly, roll a white guy Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky Word, and it's no Mister Nice Guy Show you how we slice pies Divided in between the scheme of nighttime
[Chorus--Planet Asia, Talib Kweli] "Don't let up" We keep it movin with the movement Beats by my brethren, 427 "Don't let up" Keep on making the street songs with the beat strong Each one, we gotta teach one "Don't let up" It's Planet Asia and Talib Kweli Shoutouts to J-F, my click, and that nigga JOEY T.!!! "Don't let up" Blackstar to Cali Agents, these cats are amazing Most rappers are foul and flagrant
[Planet Asia] I keep rhymes on floss, retardedly smart Wit fine-printed sheets folded A book of such pages, a nine inch octavolts It's cultural warfare where shots fire rapidly Cats plastically resign drastically C'mon, up in the house you got the mic Veteran slight, better than all your favorite rappers Guess I'm about to make some cheddar Than y'all, should fall abrupt Once the measuring starts I spit bars in twenty-fours and cut vocals without editing I'm long-winded, styles intrigue through these vaccuum lungs Althought my family be toking major trees My performance forever powerful These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra's And wilding out on bank accountants It's chronic slaughter, ionic orders doric Now dine a novel to the face, I lace cats with the prehistoric Medicinal metaphoric assorted for clientele My whole crew circulating just like Japanese tourists And I clap MC's flawless Know what I'm sayin? I stays blunted with about a hundred thousand choruses And crush mode, baby up those stats I used to bust flows back in the day I'll probably rush you Like fuck those raps! Pitch black, spittin at the park Seventy, perform the benches, triple-loaded in the dark I started noticing my glow in the dark was right From then on, I was always able to rock the mic unordinary from yours Legendary till you bury the sword Marry ya broad, scary how I carry the gorge Of every applaud, I'm heavy like a 70's Ford For the cheddy and I'm ready and raw
[Chorus--Talib Kweli, Planet Asia] "Don't let up" Killin the track, chill in the back Until it's time to hit the stage and begin healing the raps "Don't let up" We all inside of the place With big bitches, step to this and end up dividing the cake "Don't let up" You gotta hear us, so we slow it up Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up "Don't let up" We keep it movin with the movement Beats by my brethren, 427
[Talib Kweli] My man Planet Asia already broke down the science to my name I speak to the silent and the tame And the violent in the brain I'm the pilot in the plane I'm still Soundbombing shit Dominant when I be flowin Cats get broken like promises Fuck the politics, my partnership with artists who Put their heart in it, that's why my crew spit the hardest shit For the art of it, we start the shit and get it HYPE Cuz hearing me and this man here rock together, yo it's like Mixing Northern Lights from the Bay With Yard weed from Jamaica Or the best from the Knicks with the best of the Lakers We the creators, never the imitators of the slave traders All y'all niggas is just cartoons put to music like Fantasia From the planet of Brooklyn to Planet Asia I'll pull your card, I'm all around, I see your hand plus I'll raise ya Like children, just for the sake of smacking you when you outta place You don't get hits, niggas make errors, try to run home You out at the plate (YOU'RE OUT!) I make wack niggas light my L then I put it out on they face From New York to California, I'll run you all out of the state Of mind you currently residin in The difference is you try to win You believe what they sayin, you on your knees like you prayin You ain't got to sweat the ice and money, they know people promise me With one rhyme I probably could break down your whole psychology Niggas is Hollywood like the church of Scientology If I drop African thought They probably would lie and say it's Greek philosophy
[Chorus--Planet Asia, Talib Kweli] "Don't let up" Get rowdy if ya feelin it We all about killin it Ya feelin it? Well get with it then "Don't let up" Killlin the track, chill in back Till it's time to hit the stage and bring healing to rap "Don't let up" We still down for the cause With or without fame, stickin to the old school laws "Don't let up" You gotta hear us, so we slow it up Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up
