Talib Kweli - Let Em In lyrics

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Talib Kweli - Let Em In lyrics

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Motherf**er turn the speaker up Pacquiao on the tracks, wanna beat him up Cold blooded but f** it, I'm 'bout to heat it up And make it more mannish than a lesbian with a Bieber cut Ice grilling don't fight your feelings of hatred My haters is Kelly Rowland, they motivation I take a pauper and make him into a king And network with my connections, a few of my favorite things Votive candles, pretty pearl handles I banned you n***as, you corny as socks with sandals Brooklyn is stocked with vandals and gangsters of all stripes Hustlers and dealers, we made up of all types Up all night like Drake and Nicki, I know I can't take it with me Why you n***as s** like you making hickies That's why you never win Opportunity knock, you better let 'em in [Hook] Knocking so let 'em in, knocking so let 'em in That's right, I'm knocking so let 'em in Opportunity in the flesh, knocking, so let 'em in [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Now dude I'm the coolest fly n***a, no stewardess Hottest n***a doing it, then them n***as pursuing it Used to be a hooligan, money nothing new to him Now my pockets fat like a motherf**ing buddha man But that ain't what I came for, never with the same ho Nowadays n***as sweet like a mango Forget a hater, f** y'all like Bang Bros Pistol on me, make a n***a do a tango Ha! Ok, money on my mind frame Opportunity knocking it's like a mind game I copped a Roley yo, holy moly the time change And I'm a dog but can't remember my vet name Damn, I hear the hood call me back again Treat 'em like the n***a David and let them in I say let 'em in Treat 'em like the n***a David and let them in [Hook] [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Many are called but few are chosen to keep the movement going I'm in the booth beholden to the truth, keeping your juices flowing I move the music like producers when I shoot the low and Horns and flutes is blowing, we shining because the youth is golden We get the beat on the grid like this was Tron Rocking to Daft Punk, hitting like a stoner with his last blunt Son, you just getting a pun I dropped last month Will battle, will travel like I have gun Have fun when I'm rocking it so consistently That's why these crabs run when I'm dropping it so efficiently You try to front at first but you got to love it eventually The MC conversation ain't complete until you mention me Rapper of the century, writer of the millennium Describer of desire, fire of the rookie With the wisdom of a veteran, prescriber of the medicine Opportunity in the flesh, knocking so let 'em in [Hook]