Don`t Let Up 12"

[Talib Kweli] *imitating Samuel L. Jackson in "Pulp Fiction"*<br>Yeah, we gon` be a bunch of little Fonzi`s<br>And y`all all know what Fonzi was...cool<br>That`s right (set it off)<br><br>[Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]<br>We in the air like natural and mystic<br>Or smoke when the spliff`s lit<br>Don`t bitch if you get your shit split<br>Cuz you Limp like Bizkit<br> Spit and focus, formats my motto<br> In minutes and in precice, this is vintage<br> Y`all know it only takes a second for mics to get blown<br>You nice, you get known<br>Hear me twice it`s the clone ass nigga wit no life of his own<br> This is it, as Planet sets flames to the journal in your section<br> Wit Kweli from Reflection Eternal<br>Big up my nigga Hi-Tek steady rockin the spot<br>These niggas styles so dead that they startin to rot<br> We got the market on stock<br> Wit hot drops and big bookings<br> How we leave shows shooken up from Fresno to Brooklyn<br>New York City cost of livin, type high<br>We type fly, roll a white guy<br>Light it up like Manhattan in the night sky<br> Word, and it`s no Mister Nice Guy<br> Show you how we slice pies<br> Divided in between the scheme of nighttime<br><br>[Chorus--Planet Asia, Talib Kweli]<br>"Don`t let up"<br>We keep it movin with the movement<br>Beats by my brethren, 427<br>"Don`t let up"<br> Keep on making the street songs with the beat strong<br> Each one, we gotta teach one<br>"Don`t let up"<br>It`s Planet Asia and Talib Kweli<br>Shoutouts to J-F, my click, and that nigga JOEY T.!!!<br>"Don`t let up"<br> Blackstar to Cali Agents, these cats are amazing<br> Most rappers are foul and flagrant<br><br>[Planet Asia]<br>I keep rhymes on floss, retardedly smart<br>Wit fine-printed sheets folded<br>A book of such pages, a nine inch octavolts<br>It`s cultural warfare where shots fire rapidly<br>Cats plastically resign drastically<br>C`mon, up in the house you got the mic<br>Veteran slight, better than all your favorite rappers<br>Guess I`m about to make some cheddar<br>Than y`all, should fall abrupt<br>Once the measuring starts<br>I spit bars in twenty-fours and cut vocals without editing<br>I`m long-winded, styles intrigue through these vaccuum lungs<br>Althought my family be toking major trees<br>My performance forever powerful<br>These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra`s<br>And wilding out on bank accountants<br>It`s chronic slaughter, ionic orders doric<br>Now dine a novel to the face, I lace cats with the prehistoric<br>Medicinal metaphoric assorted for clientele<br>My whole crew circulating just like Japanese tourists<br>And I clap MC`s flawless<br>Know what I`m sayin? <br>I stays blunted with about a hundred thousand choruses<br>And crush mode, baby up those stats<br>I used to bust flows back in the day<br>I`ll probably rush you<br>Like fuck those raps!<br>Pitch black, spittin at the park<br>Seventy, perform the benches, triple-loaded in the dark<br>I started noticing my glow in the dark was right<br>From then on, I was always able to rock the mic unordinary from yours<br>Legendary till you bury the sword<br>Marry ya broad, scary how I carry the gorge<br>Of every applaud, I`m heavy like a 70`s Ford<br>For the cheddy and I`m ready and raw<br><br>[Chorus--Talib Kweli, Planet Asia]<br>"Don`t let up"<br>Killin the track, chill in the back<br>Until it`s time to hit the stage and begin healing the raps<br>"Don`t let up"<br> We all inside of the place<br> With big bitches, step to this and end up dividing the cake<br>"Don`t let up"<br>You gotta hear us, so we slow it up<br>Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up<br>"Don`t let up"<br> We keep it movin with the movement<br> Beats by my brethren, 427<br><br>[Talib Kweli]<br>My man Planet Asia already broke down the science to my name