"Who Got It" lyrics
(feat. Krista Thrill)
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 popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "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 holding piece of wood floating to Miami
Like, Elian Gonzalez 'cause they back with the family
Surviving in the streets of Brooklyn, that's where you find me
Surviving like somebody mommy clutching a palm tree in a tsunami
Who woulda thunk that would ever happen?
Rooting for Kweli 'cause he brung back clever rapping
Sister - heads wrapped in fabric of the standard music
Chicks - with their tits, made of plastic look, dancing 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 niggas got me tripping 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
Ask anybody that you bump into
Who got it popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "Rewind" (jump up!)
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 blasting your heat
It's hot ones like shotguns from the passenger seat
The mic booth, the district where they be packing 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
Cutting through the bullshit record labels and the shady deals
Ladies feel the beat when they out clubbing like baby seals
Let me chill out 'cause the raw image to focus on
Get back to my point, this joint is jumping like a circus song
Yeah, to break it down to the basic components
They don't want it so I'm running out of worthy opponents, whoa
Ask anybody that you bump into
Who got it popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "Rewind" (jump up!)
Even when I be sleeping my brain it keep going deep inside
A street poem with rhymes that keep blowing your mind
With a unique flow and heat showing
Grown men weeping in the open, tears leak into the ocean
Today is "Training Day", I passed the test like Ethan Hawk and
I'm dropping signs like Craig G, or Stephen Hawkins
Y'all don't rhyme, y'all speak in quotes of MCs that sleep in coffins
Latching on like a leech and eating off 'em, you weak and soft and
Ask anybody that you bump into
Who got it popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "Rewind" (jump up!)
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
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 popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "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 holding piece of wood floating to Miami
Like, Elian Gonzalez 'cause they back with the family
Surviving in the streets of Brooklyn, that's where you find me
Surviving like somebody mommy clutching a palm tree in a tsunami
Who woulda thunk that would ever happen?
Rooting for Kweli 'cause he brung back clever rapping
Sister - heads wrapped in fabric of the standard music
Chicks - with their tits, made of plastic look, dancing 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 niggas got me tripping 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
Ask anybody that you bump into
Who got it popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "Rewind" (jump up!)
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 blasting your heat
It's hot ones like shotguns from the passenger seat
The mic booth, the district where they be packing 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
Cutting through the bullshit record labels and the shady deals
Ladies feel the beat when they out clubbing like baby seals
Let me chill out 'cause the raw image to focus on
Get back to my point, this joint is jumping like a circus song
Yeah, to break it down to the basic components
They don't want it so I'm running out of worthy opponents, whoa
Ask anybody that you bump into
Who got it popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "Rewind" (jump up!)
Even when I be sleeping my brain it keep going deep inside
A street poem with rhymes that keep blowing your mind
With a unique flow and heat showing
Grown men weeping in the open, tears leak into the ocean
Today is "Training Day", I passed the test like Ethan Hawk and
I'm dropping signs like Craig G, or Stephen Hawkins
Y'all don't rhyme, y'all speak in quotes of MCs that sleep in coffins
Latching on like a leech and eating off 'em, you weak and soft and
Ask anybody that you bump into
Who got it popping when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
We got the sound that you jump into
You automatically pressing "Rewind" (jump up!)
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
