Who Got It

Let's go, let's go, let's, let's

Let's go, let's go, let's, let's

Let's go, let's go, let's, let's

Let's go, let's, c'mon

Ask anybody that you bump into

Who got it poppin when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)

We got the sound that you jump into

You automatically pressin rewind (jump up!)

They call him Kwe' for short, really talk to the children

But too many people feel him and they might, try to kill him

Try to test me I survive, like your grandma recipe

(Survive) like a Child with a Destiny

Survive like a Cuban holdin piece of wood floatin to Miami

like, Elian Gonzalez cause they back with the family

Survivin in the streets of Brooklyn, that's where you find me

Survivin like somebody mommy clutchin a palm tree in a tsunami

Who woulda thunk that would ever happen?

Rootin for Kweli cause he brung back clever rappin

Sister - heads wrapped in fabric of the standard music

Chicks - with their tits, made of plastic look, dancin to it

In this arena I balance, your boy stand alone

and win it cause these rappers is more annoying than camera phones

Maybe it's me, it could be hard to move me

But these niggaz got me trippin like a white girl in a horror movie!

Do you like the way he jumped on it?

Take a step back, you don't want it

Do you like the way he jumped on it?

Take a step back, you don't, you don't

Yeah... this the one right here, put it on everything

Drop it heavy then get in the wind like a weather vane

Let it rain, let it pour, metaphor so let it off

Like the 38th special edition of "Set it Off"

Yo the trap, got you blastin your heat

It's hot ones like shotguns from the passenger seat

The mic booth, the district where they be packin the meat

Cause they kept it raw as the jump off, I hop, back on the beat

Back on the street like an ex-con

with enough in his pocket for a tip at a restaurant

It's a cold world, dress warm

Cuttin through the bullshit record labels and the shady deals

Ladies feel the beat when they out clubbin like baby seals

Let me chill out cause the raw image to focus on

Get back to my point, this joint is jumpin like a circus song

Yeah, to break it down to the basic components

They don't want it so I'm runnin out of worthy opponents, whoa

Even when I be sleepin my brain it keep goin deep inside

A street poem with rhymes that keep blowin your mind

with a unique flow and heat showin

Grown men weepin in the open, tears leak into the ocean

Today is (Training Day), I passed the test like Ethan Hawk and

I'm droppin signs like Craig G, or Stephen Hawkins

Y'all don't rhyme, y'all speak in quotes of MC's that sleep in coffins

Latchin on like a leech and eatin off 'em, you weak and soft and

Jump, jump, jump - Brooklyn jump up

Jump, jump, jump - Harlem jump up

Jump, jump, jump - yo, West coast jump up

Jump, jump, jump - everybody jump up

Jump, jump, jump - Queens jump up

Jump, jump, jump - {?} jump up

Jump, jump, jump - Midwest jump up

Jump, jump, jump - here we go (everybody like) yeah