| Yeah, niggas don’t listen |
| Back in the days we all used to listen |
| Now shit is so wack, nobody listen |
| To that real hip hop, yo, listen |
| Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come |
| Talib Kweli and I’m bangin' on ya eardrum |
| I think I wanna hear you |
| Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait |
| Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me ya ears |
| Stop repentin' 'cause the ending is near |
| But don’t panic, you can’t function if you livin' in fear |
| Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear |
| Wait just a minute, who the fuck you talkin' to? |
| Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through |
| Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin' |
| I’m so crackin', you ain’t heard? Ya shit appear like closed captions |
| King of the bars and I’m goin' hard pause |
| All my confidence comes from knowin' God’s Laws |
| Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war |
| Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion’s roar |
| Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come |
| Talib Kweli and I’m bangin' on ya eardrum |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| Now lemme get up in it, it’s for ya spirit so |
| But y’all hear me though |
| Get up, get into it and get involved |
| There’s a little something that I wanna spit for y’all |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait |
| Get it now, get it fast, get it right |
| Get it big, get it locked, get it done, get it tight |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| But you don’t really hear me though |
| I spit clearly so it’s live outcha stereo |
| To your heart while it’s beatin' in ya chest |
| When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk |
| To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh |
| So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt |
| Real hip hop is missin' from the shelf |
| Yup, it’s what you felt when you listen to yaself |
| Only a few is makin' cuts that’s spinnin' |
| So before you spend ya hard earned spinach |
| Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come |
| Talib Kweli and I’m bangin' on ya eardrum |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| Now lemme get up in it, it’s for ya spirit so |
| But y’all hear me though |
| Get up, get into it and get involved |
| There’s a little something that I wanna spit for y’all |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait |
| You love the sounds comin' out your speaker |
| I spit rounds like a nine millimeter |
| The youth today, they frown at the teachers |
| They ain’t down with no leaders |
| They don’t wanna wait just a minute |
| They like, «What? Nigga, wait right there» |
| I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you’ll be missin' a right ear |
| Get it clear, I figure it’s my year |
| I’m everywhere makin' appearances and niggas might miss |
| Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence |
| What you heard as a pro, I’m so amazing |
| Don’t front, girl, you know it’s ya favorite |
| New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience |
| Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come |
| Talib Kweli and I’m bangin' on ya eardrum |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| Now lemme get up in it, it’s for ya spirit so |
| But y’all hear me though |
| Get up, get into it and get involved |
| There’s a little something that I wanna spit for y’all |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait |
| Yo, don’t it sound so good to you? |
| It’s the return of the greatest, y’all |
| Talib Kweli, BKMC |
| BlackSmith is the movement, BlackSmith is the music |
| Whatchu ridin' for? |
| Whatchu livin' for? |
| Whatchu dyin' for? |
| I think I wanna feel you |
| Bangin' on ya eardrum, yeah |
| Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute |
| Listen |
| Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute |