[Intro]

Yeah

Kweli in the house

Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know?

Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh



[Verse]

Make a joy for noise until the lord people have flawed

Cause the pen is mightyer than the sword

Leavin' the floor

Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage

I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like the fishermens ride

I'm on mission for god he blessed me to spit it this hard

A lot of niggaz star shit but they don't finish the job

I'm like Minister Farrakhan or an african that finish' the marathon

The pain in my voice is *?*

No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on

Even if the dawn is over head I carry on

Then a Flash Gordons scar on my face is a *?*

Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in

I want to cash all in

Or I start breakin' like glass *?* put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'

Or fast forward just to catch what I say

Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on



[Chorus]

Grabbin' the black steel, bowh

In the hour of cast

We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?

We got babies

We got bills

Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel

And let it out (let it out)

Get it out (get it out)

Work it out (work it out)

Sweat it out



[Hook]

I don't know

If you know

My history I do it big



Like Notorious did

Get all the play like this accordin' the kid

Gangster like knock out never little *?* all in his *?*

Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six

JayLo, yo

Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low

Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo



[Hook]

I don't know

If you know

My history you don't know me



Chop the game till it's blue like a varicose vein

And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain

And the whole shit blew up

Was it for vain ?

They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein

I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane

The music got everyone crazy and who to blame

People pair think there'll be some uglyness up their hair

End up in intensive care with a *?* stare, you know?



[Chorus]

Grabbin' the black steel, bowh

In the hour of cast

We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?

We got babies

We got bills

Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (feel it)

And let it out (let it out)

Get it out (get it out)

Work it out (work it out)

Sweat it out



[Hook]

I don't know

If you know

My history you don't know me



It's the black hand bustin' the tek

Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat

Swingin' for the upper deck

It's the black man cuttin' the check

The nigger's the boss

The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws

I spit on the floor

The right hook will get at you, yo

Make to track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw

I rap through:

Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force

so I spit at all the shit that I saw

I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes

The ones who smokin' cocain so they don't fuck up they nose

I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havanna

Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera

From the land of the alabama since the night in the cally

Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally

Out the back of yo' *?* give you the skitty like Ally McBeal

It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?!



[Chorus]

Grabbin' the black steel, bowh

In the hour of cast

We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?

We got babies (yeah)

We got bills (yeah)

Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (come on)

And let it out (let it out)

Get it out (get it out)

Work it out (work it out)

Sweat it out



[Hook x4: with various adlibs]

I don't know

If you know

My history you don't know me