Who Got It

[Featuring: Krista Thrill]
 [Talib Kweli]
 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
 [Chorus: Talib Kweli]
 Ask anybody that you bump into
 Who got it poppin when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
 We got the sound that you jump into
 You automatically pressin rewind (jump up!)
 [Talib Kweli]
 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 holdin piece of wood floatin to Miami
 like, Elian Gonzalez cause they back with the family
 Survivin in the streets of Brooklyn, that's where you find me
 Survivin like somebody mommy clutchin a palm tree in a tsunami
 Who woulda thunk that would ever happen?
 Rootin for Kweli cause he brung back clever rappin
 Sister - heads wrapped in fabric of the standard music
 Chicks - with their tits, made of plastic look, dancin 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 niggaz got me trippin like a white girl in a horror movie!
 [Interlude]
 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
 [Chorus]
 [Talib Kweli]
 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 blastin your heat
 It's hot ones like shotguns from the passenger seat
 The mic booth, the district where they be packin 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
 Cuttin through the bullshit record labels and the shady deals
 Ladies feel the beat when they out clubbin like baby seals
 Let me chill out cause the raw image to focus on
 Get back to my point, this joint is jumpin like a circus song
 Yeah, to break it down to the basic components
 They don't want it so I'm runnin out of worthy opponents, whoa
 [Interlude]
 [Chorus]
 [Talib Kweli]
 Even when I be sleepin my brain it keep goin deep inside
 A street poem with rhymes that keep blowin your mind
 with a unique flow and heat showin
 Grown men weepin in the open, tears leak into the ocean
 Today is (Training Day), I passed the test like Ethan Hawk and
 I'm droppin signs like Craig G, or Stephen Hawkins
 Y'all don't rhyme, y'all speak in quotes of MC's that sleep in coffins
 Latchin on like a leech and eatin off 'em, you weak and soft and
 [Chorus]
 [Talib Kweli]
 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