The Blast - Talib Kweli, Erykah Badu

Let me, let me practice.

hehehe, ehehe

Talib.

T’Kwi, Kweli — I can’t say it!

That’s wack.

(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 writing for

I’m writing to show you what we fightin for

Say Taleeb or Talib (Kweli), if it’s hard try spelling in phonetically

If not then just let it be like Nina Simone,

you probably (ably) don’t listen B Even when we suffer loses I account the victory

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 crying be strong is what I had to say

to my little man named Amani (mani)

Chorus: repeat 2X

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)

I remember when it all started

Back in the day when me and moms first parted

Hi-Tek from the beginning 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 Flow Jo,

bet you ain’t even know I had flow though,

Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing

oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh

Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing.