Lock Shit Down feat. Talib Kweli

歌詞

[Intro, chorus:] Lock shit down We came to just do this for you Sit back and just watch us bubble We come with more heat than the sun do Gorillas outta the concrete jungle We came to just do this for you Sit back and just watch us bubble We come with more heat than the sun do Gorillas outta the concrete jungle [Chali 2na:] Yeah, of all secrets I'm the best kept Makin' sure my first step is my best step I watched my investments while the rest slept And changed tunes like the faders on a Vestax Yes, I'm a mile under the floor With a swisher full of kush and a towel under the door You remember me as the tallest one of the four Every time you come and check out your boy he (lock shit down) Yeah, hot like the tip of a blowtorch Can lift up a show horse with little or no force This heavy but low voice, makin' ladies go moist Don't front, people fill up the joint, there's no choice Heh, I'm runnin' my mouthpiece, and I outreach to the power of devout speech While you shout "Beef!", screamin' from your couch seat We about heat, and we come to (lock shit down) [Chorus] Yeah, second half of a double header 2na the trouble setter, here to make it bubble better Brontosaurus bass, thick as Barney Rubble's sweater And I'm blowin' like the coldest winter, Chicago weather Hey, while you sweeter than plain cinnamon, My lyric venom in your vein, now your brain hemorrhagin' If you think that I'm insane, I'm a plain citizen People call me out by name, I remain disciplined 'ey, a wicked sentence in a vicious blend Has more wealth than the wallets of the richest men It's interesting, pay attention to what you witnessing The love of the art form, not just the dividends Yeah, all eyes on me But please don't put them rumors and them lies on me 'cause I'm just that clown to come with the fat sound Chali 2na, Talib and we come to (lock shit down) [Chorus] [Talib Kweli:] In the concrete jungle like wild animals Stomach growlin' like lions, it's understandable Rappers'll run right up on you and try to battle you Quicker than a cheetah run up on a caribou What up, 2na? The Blacksmith is back with the backflip flow and I got the survival tactics We crack it open like the seal on a package Came with a message, "We must retain the freshness" Lame and you plain depressing, is this what the game is left with? It's on, homie, name the weapons Soon as Mister International step in, you rappin' irresponsible Irrational deathwish Get ready, I got enough Lyrics I be stockin' up In all suspense, boy, you better lock it up Is it live or what? We came to rock it now Treat it like it's out of pocket (lock shit down) [Chorus]