Kendra Ross - Wait For You lyrics

[Intro: Talib Kweli] Yeah, hey, yeh And who are you to be talkin 'bout, what I be doin man? I'm the upper echelon, who is you to evaluate my performance? How would you like it if I came to your job And evaluated your performance? {*laughter*} Are you the best at what you do? Your name don't even come up in conversation man [Hook: Talib Kweli & Kendra Ross] Better get it while the gettin is good, and do what you do No hesitation, ain't no time for playin games Go 'head and take all you can, and grab with both hands Do it big or they won't even know your name While the gettin is good, you do what you do No hesitation ain't no time for playin games Go 'head and take all you can, and grab with both hands Do it big or they won't even know your name [Talib Kweli] Yo, aiyyo What are you doin wit'cha life? Your time on Earth is sacred The time you spend at your plantation is it worth the paper? It's like you workin for nathan, the money's circulatin You can't pay your mortgage but you buyin bottles perpetratin Chill with them threatening raps You sound lame, you a snake, you made the plane with your venomous acts They call me Gentleman Sav Cause I back Miss Congeniality like Benjamin Bratt Attractin chicks who like the "Feminine Fatt" While you only deal with the b**hes, I deal with the realest women It's ill how they feel the rhythm in they mid-section When they blessed with the child-bearin hips But the softest pair of lips is when they hair get flipped I love my culture and heritage, it keep me from being derelict Invested in myself like this was Merrill Lynch Been waitin for my second comin like I'm heavensent Even though I'm not your savior I'll grace you with my benevolence [Hook] [Talib Kweli] Yo, yo, yo My style is unfadeable and haterproof I'll slay the booth I'm known to interrupt the program like late breakin news Some say its only eggheads that I cater to Well wait a few in order to make an omelette I gotta break a few My plate is full, I wasn't 'sposed to be here but I made it through My reputation grew, I left.. blood on the stage for you How dare you say that my commitment is debatable I'm married to the music; you rhythm then I'm a slave to you Commercial artists so relatable The consumer appetite is insatiable, I could do what they could do easily But then they'd say Kweli be seemin fake to you Record sales ain't makin you, money is motivatin you The artist gotta lead I hope the fan base stay with you The products shoddy if you rush it for the paper true D'Angelo and Sade they, take a decade or two Keep that good music comin and they'll wait for you [Hook]