Talib Kweli
"A Game"

[Intro - Talib Kweli]
7-18 stand up (c'mon) Talib Kweli, BK
MC
Turn it up (yeah)
We 'bout to drop it low
Baby I got the flow (yeah) to work
your abdominal (I'm goin in)
It's the lava flow (yeah) strictly A
game
Rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa)
You got to rock it fast, rock it slow
(whoa, whoa)
Rock it fast, rock it slow (c'mon,
yeah)
You gon' rock it fast, rock it slow
(whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!)

[Talib Kweli]
Black rock and roll, black hotter flow
At the end of the black brick road,
lets get it goin yo
Geffen don't fuck the shit up, ship it
gold
So I could sell like the whole Jigga
back catalo'
Matta fact I'm tryin to sell out,
concerts and merch' fam
Always get the story straight accounts
first hand (yeah)
That nigga, the crack spitter, the
black fitted low
Give you that bit of information so
You could know what you see when
it's your time to go
The diamond flow cut glass, crack
binary code
You're kinda slow, you need a new
career (yeah)
You're kinda old, you need to hang
the mic up on the wall like a souvenir
Don't blame the mangers, "Be All You
Can Be"
Join the Army like Canibus, niggaz
avoidin me
like the draft and run to Canada, flash
like a camera
That's when his girl asked me to
dance with her - so we gon'

[Chorus]
(Hop to the beat and then stop)
Yeah, drop it low
Baby I got the flow to work your
abdominal
(Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava
flow
Strictly the A game, rock it fast, rock it
slow
(Hop to the beat and then stop)
Yeah, drop it low
Baby I got the flow to work your
abdominal
(Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava
flow
Strictly the A game, drop it fast

[Talib Kweli]
That's how we do it all the way live..
I put it down so hard that I developed
a rep (c'mon)
From the punchlines to cave in your
delicate chest
The fella can test, let's see how
jealousy get
I smell the fear in the air and I could
tell he was pet'
Kweli - look in my eyes and you could
tell I'm a threat
I wet my throat and get bent like a
pelican's neck
I make a gentleman's bet with my
ghetto connect
And got a .9 in my mind you can't
metal detect
I pull it out, put it to your head and
shoot from the hip
I fired 13 shots and left 2 in the clip
(yeah)
I spit the truth, that's it, I'm not
confused one bit (c'mon)
I'm so New York City streets that I'm
abusin your whip
Cruisin the strip, sunny day sky blue
like a Crip (c'mon)
For the rush hour Enuff threw this in
the mix
Quarter to six, Amadeus is producin
the hits (oh, oh, oh)
To get a screw loose in your chick,
son she losin her shit (whoa)

[Chorus]

[Interlude - 4x]
Check me out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your ass up on the dance floor
No we don't stop, when we in the
dance off
Baby girl whatchu wanna get into?
I wanna get in too, bring your friends
too

[Chorus]