[Intro, chorus:]
Lock sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** down)
[Chorus]
Yeah, second half of a double header
2na the trouble setter, here to make it bubble better
Brontosaurus ba**, 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 sh** 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 d**hwish
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 sh** down)
[Chorus]