Back It Up

Talib Kweli

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    A n-gga kweli be snapping like photographers
    Black star in the constellations like andromeda
    You try to start it up
    But you not hard enough
    Thats why your career is shorter than retarded
    Club owner gave you bottles, you the shit now
    This shit costing twenty dollars who the pimp now
    Stop standing on the coach homie, sit down
    I’m at the bar but you’re chick is getting this round
    They call your girlfriend a beard, need shaving
    You brag about what you spend so much you need saving
    You need shaking cuase you buckle under pressure
    You can keep fronting but nobody does it better
    Yeah, I hop on any track, peep how I switch lanes
    This the highway of life, check the whip game
    Check the side of my neck you see the big vein
    Just cause you have dragon breath don’t mean you spit flames

    These n-ggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose
    Gimme fifty feet homie or you too close
    Personal space n-gga back it up
    Beep beep, back it up
    Beep beep, back it up
    Wait a minute

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    These n-ggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose
    Gimme fifty feet homie or you too close
    Personal space n-gga back it up
    Beep beep, back it up
    Beep beep, back it up
    Wait a minute

    Ayo my penmanship f-cking up your face like a bleamish do
    Keep it banging like red and blue
    The instrumental through
    Killing shit, you aint got a chance
    You and your man is through
    Inspiration, ran into my music like xanadu
    You rolling through, with a rent a crew
    And a rented crew
    Ten of you, way too many dudes
    Soft as betty boo
    Steady you, talking all that sh-t
    In them interviews
    Annie who? Shit is pitiful
    I had to get at you
    Spit at you, like it’s tupac at the camera
    You aint got no hammers bruh, talking streetsweepers
    You a muthaf-cking janitor
    I’m the realest n-gga that you ran into
    Can it bruh, the shit you spit faker than the tits on pamela anderson
    Catch me in the manderin, post it up
    Ghetto’s near you, catch a close up
    I walk through any hood like respect it
    Cause the flow tough, grow up
    Personal space homie, back up

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