Space - Talib Kweli

What we gon' do?

We gon' work, we gon' play, we gon' lead the way

We gon' say everything that we need to say

Then get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves away

And seize the day, it’s like we’re throwin' our seeds away

That ain’t for me to say, right?

It ain’t got to be this way

We gon' take charge, make gods out of men

We gon' raise bars, show y’all how to win

Hit the rally, hit the riot, get the party started

Respect the word, you herbs, it’s the Kwelity artist

Who solemnly promise my knowledge will demolish your college

And minus your scholarship acknowledge the dollars

And want me to payola, man I don’t even know that broad

I’m takin' over, keep it fresh like bakin' soda

In your fridge, I keep it Brooklyn like Jamaican soda, escovitch

That’s how it is, and everything is everything

Time to move on to better things

Kwelity, in the club is probably where Kweli be

Steadily ignoring all the policies

No ID, rockin' shorts and tees

VIP, puffin' all sorts of trees

You must mistake me for one of them soft emcees

I ain’t like the rest you often see, get off of me, yo

Everybody, gimme my space

Everybody take four steps back

Somebody gon' get hurt

All fun and games 'til someone lose an eye or something

I ain’t playin' with y’all

Everybody in the house, back up, back up and gimme my space

There’s enough room in here for everyone to eat

Everyone to breathe, everyone to live

We can all get it if we get it together

Know what I mean, yo?

Come on, gimme my space

Just rock to this

Just rock to that

Everybody in the house, back up, back up and gimme my space

Come on, just rock to this…