Give It Up
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Blacksmythe is what it is
Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you
Real hip-hop, BKMC
Strong Arm Steady
Talib Kweli, it's the Gang Mentality mixtape
You need to give it up
Go and sell a house, better yet, drive a FedEx truck
Punch a clock, shuffle shit, do anything besides hip-hop
I know you love it but you need to stop and give it up
You used to be tops on the charts, type to pose in the flick
Big king of the hill, now you're over it
Your career stand motionless, no more cheers from your peers
You ain't made a hit in years
Pummel shit, pummel shit
Used to be tough 'til you switched to the puffy thing
Raking in the bucks
Your videos appear then disappear from Rap City
It seems that performing is not priority
Prior to the overseas tours and all the features
You reigned undefeated, making rappers do detours
Now you stay indoors, how you become insecure?
Keep everything opposite of pure
For diseased MCs, no cure
They believe what they can't achieve, please be sure
You could go back to selling crack
You're so wicked that you couldn't sell an album full of Dr. Dre beats
So I think
You need to give it up
Go and sell a house, better yet, drive a FedEx truck
Punch a clock, shuffle shit, do anything besides hip-hop
I know you love it but you need to stop and give it up
Peace to Strong Arm Steady
The name on the street hits heavy
Cats on the team get fetti
Spit deadly, venomous verses
A lot of cats pushing ink pens that's worthless
I was elite when I skimmed the surface
Now the deeper I get, the bigger the threat
I come to collect you niggas in check
You clique got a test, I shrivel your vest
Spit it to death, I confess my complex
Enables me to activate your bomb threats
I converse even when I'm not conscious
Convert dreams when I awake, don't guess
If the style is official, the fans got fickle
When the hairline showed up late with two pistols
Like I really give a fuck about you
Now pass that mic, one-two, one-two
Yeah
You need to give it up
Go and sell a house, better yet, drive a FedEx truck
Punch a clock, shuffle shit, do anything besides hip-hop
I know you love it but you need to stop and give it up
Ayo, ain't no more money in rap, niggas is stressing
UPS ain't hiring no more, it's a recession
Still I use my tongue as a weapon, they still checking
Steady when the market is shaky, so hear the lesson
They fear depression, they career depressing
You can't tell 'em much
They think it's all about selling out, selling drugs
Bullshit they sell to us
Sound softer than a Teletub
Mad 'cause they favorite rapper fell in love
Or they got old, used to be hot until they got cold
And now they having fits like they bipolar
Sweet in a diet cola
I hit the bowl and I get high as Boulder
This the sign of God like the Ayatollah
Yo, why you mad at the biz?
Be mad at yourself, don't be mad at the kids
Instead of leaving comments and blogs, get a job
If you ain't built up a base by now, this shit is hard
That's why
You need to give it up
Go and sell a house, better yet, drive a FedEx truck
Punch a clock, shuffle shit, do anything besides hip-hop
I know you love it but you need to stop and give it up
Ayo, get familiar with this
Clint Sparks is on the one and two
Strong Arm Steady is in the building
Shout out to Mitchy Slick, Krondon, Phil Da Agony
You know what I'm saying?
This is Talib Kweli, I am your MCEO
Blacksmythe is the movement
Let's get into more of them bangers