The year is 1975 (yeah, hahaha!)   Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)   A child destined for greatness is born (we goin in)   Let's go!      Get your hands in the air (get 'em up!)   Put your hands in the air (put 'em up!)   Get your hands in the air (get 'em up!)   Put your hands in the air (put 'em up!)      Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What? What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...)   Say something, say something (what was that?)   Say something (I dare you), say something      (The Lord Chief Rocka) I'm colder than meatlockers   My people keep throwin it up like cheap vodka   I smack internet MC's and beat bloggers   You can see my (Black Thought) like 'Riq Trotter   It's deep, go ahead and sleep, they know in the street   Kwe' gon flow on the beat proper composin complete operas   Longer than a cigar that's Godfather   Tappin two heart chakras I'm harder than gobstoppers   People comin for the throne not knowin the seat hotter   than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters   You convinced me, I hit targets like top shotters   Out in the mideast like Muslims takin Shahada   I'm sayin makin a profit a product of Reaganomics   Awake and I'm stayin conscious to radio playin garbage (yeah!)   Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage   I'ma show you how we break an artist   That's a threat, I'm not makin a promise   Speak to the people like Barack Obama   They worship like the black Madonna, c'mon   Niggaz talk shit, but they ain't got skills   I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill   Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and   beatin in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman   Still spit right in your face   Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme (MySpace) you're not safe      Hahahaha   Yeah, they say I'm back, but I ain't go nowhere though   Been here the whole time   Where you been? You back   Matter fact, apologize      Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What? What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...)   Say something, say something (what was that?)   Say something (I dare you), say something      Yeah, open your mouth, say somethin, I fuckin dare you   Chokin you out 'til you can't suck any air through   Fuck with your man too, thinkin I can't do what I plan to   Vet vandal, niggaz are brand new   Ain't knew I was bad news? Look at the tattoos   Get ran through like you was fingers through Sassoon   Horror chick in the bathroom, off the backstage room   Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga I'll harass you   I'll Ras Kass you, (Soul on Ice) and body cast dude   Past due, Jean and Kwe' the last two action heroes   Actually had the capacity, to be the ones in a class of zeroes   Hip-Hop's not dead, it was on vacation   We back, we bask in the confrontation   You can ask me, have any conversation   You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin nigga      Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What? What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...) What?   Talk shit now (now... now... now...)   Say something, say something (what was that?)   Say something (I dare you), say something      We not fallin for your trick cause your image is like a gimmick   Forget it every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic   I'm talkin to the lord and I'm askin him for forgiveness   Just for kickin niggaz out the club like Michael Richards   Yeah I admit, I'm guilty, the way I spit is filthy   I keep it gritty so they get it they feel me, the flow   is known for touchin the soul of street hustlers   I speak in the language they know I keep customers   The writin therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin   While these dudes get it confused and abuse the creative substance   I'm givin you a contact high, my name buzzin   And I came in the game with nothin, stop frontin nigga   Talk shit now!      The year of the Blacksmith is not defined by any calendar   Just thought I'd remind all you challengers   Get the name right, Talib Kweli, BKMC, say it again      Get your hands in the air (get 'em up!)   Put your hands in the air (put 'em up!)   Get your hands in the air (get 'em up!)   Put your hands in the air (put 'em up!)