Hold It Now - Talib Kweli

As we continue on, from the top yea, off top uh

Blacksmith, P.O.C.

yea

Pussycats, kittens, Black Panthers, cougars and

Tiger moms, from the top uh

Yea, yea, hold it now

I gotta buzz like I’m Georgia Tech

They still cheering like I’m all that’s left

The air is toxic when you draw your breath

Resurrect the music I’m snatching it from the claws of death

The vital signs are improving I make em lay down

An idle mind is usually described as the devil’s playground

My rep established I’m rapping just for the sport of it

Been nice for a career you just barely grasping the thought of it

Indebted to the hood like a Rush card

Supported like push up bras and lumbar

Except I’m never sitting I’m ever living like Mumm-

Ra I’m the sun god

Smart as a whip, but forever ripping it dumb hard

I see you fronting with them dollar store shades on

Faker than abs that’s sprayed, artificial as rayon

My rhyming satisfying your Quest For Fire like Rae Dawn

Chong, when I’m forming like Voltron

I’m young Raekwon

Mixed with a bit of KRS-ONE and Q-tip

Rakim, some of that Ice Cube, now who’s this?

No one as gifted as this, so magnificent

Classically consistent, I’m nasty as black licorice

The coldest but I get the room hotter than bikram yoga

Seen the show you know I make the people move like an eviction notice

I’m focused I’m like Moses when the mic is on

That’s why these rappers scatter like roaches when the light is on

Hold it now

I, I, I hold it down

I’m staying where I’m at you better go around

You know the voice and you know the sound

I rip the microphone and then I throw it down