Hi-Tek - Get Loose lyrics

[Interlude One: Talib Kweli] We came here tonight to get loose So before we leave we got to lift you Higher than you ever been before, forget roof Cause the world on fire, the girl on fire Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon {*4X*} [Hook: Chester French] When you're on the cross you against the wall A-waitin for more Won't give a single dance I seen it all before But one day you'll find you should lose your mind You can wait in self-control Intoxicate yourself Now get out on the floor Get loose [Talib Kweli] So ma let you get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c'mon You spit game, think she leavin wit'chu, yeah right They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c'mon And get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right If not it's a long hard night Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit'chu? Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone Music in the back act like your theme song You hate how it all sound like a ringtone But when it come on in the club you sing along She got one or two friends, bring 'em along Un-less they wanted to {*edit*}, leave 'em alone [Hook] [Interlude Two: Talib Kweli] Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon (get loose) Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon (get loose) Get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon [Interlude Two] [Talib Kweli] Aiyyo call the fire department cause the blaze has started You ain't hot cause you flame retardant I'm 'bout to hang up like a famous artist, in the Kweli museum E'rybody feel him, can't nobody see him Can't nobody be him, try as they might But now it's dead, I defy afterlife I spit in the face of the reaper as I address my wounds Frontin for the chicks like Judy Blume The dudes soon follow, they all sound recycled like bottles, cans That's why I see through 'em like Hollow Man They softer than model hands, no competition Cause they flow not sufficient, they get thrown out the kitchen Cause they can't take the heat, my throat is a flamethrower Kweli and Tone ain't playin, it's game over You could write it up, in the history books (look it up) Or how they light it up, set it on fire, what? Fire it up! [Interlude One] [Hook] [Interlude Two] [Talib Kweli] Oh word, once again like Let's get a peek like a booth for 40 deuce Knew the D make her freeze, she lookin for an excuse To get loose, match the purse with the shoes, c'mon You spit game, think she leavin wit'chu, yeah right They sip Goose with the juice, spit the truth, c'mon And get loose, get loose, get loose, c'mon Now you might have a shot in the dark, if you play your cards right If not it's a long hard night Now, what can you say to get her to leave wit'chu? (let's go!) Got her in your sight, you a heat-seekin missile (let's go!) Spot her in the light, you wish you could be alone Music in the back act like your theme song You hate how it all sound like a ringtone But when it come on in the club you sing along She got one or two friends, bring 'em along Un-less they wanted to mess, leave 'em alone [Hook] [Talib Kweli] Oh that's how we do This is how we do it in the 'Natti Ay, Brooklyn stand up! [Outro: unknown speaker - at 5:03] The definition of revolution, revolution is Reality, Equality, Victory, Ovaries, Lexus, Über, Twitter, Internet, Outerspace, Neverland All the revolution is Rihanna Eats Veggies On Leather Underwear Tuesdays In Other Nations I could do this sh** all day for you motherf**ers