Yeah
(Yeah)
Come on
Uhh
Yeah
Kweli

Yo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause I
(Wanna be good to you)

Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain 'cause
(Wanna be good to you)

We make the squares dance, and get the do like do, si
Y'all *****s roll with *****-cats like Josie
All spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo
I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo

Swooping the industry, like a bird of prey
My stanzas got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae
I heard them say I was a conscious rapper
But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the **** out of a novice actor

Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy
Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies yo
I write screen gems ya'll *****s act in B-movies
Type of *****s proud to be groupies

Followers in the herd running over the cliff, I'm the
Buffalo soldier, smoke ya like a Dred Loc Rasta
Blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high
Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip

Looking to hit cops, now that's a 4 alarm
Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm
Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro
(Wanna be good to you)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain 'cause
(Wanna be good to you)

How many *****s ever been in love?
How many *****s really think they thugs
And can't think without the drink and drugs
How many *****s can't get in with hats and sneakers on?

Say, “***k security” and get inside and keep them on
How many *****s think that gats make the weaker strong?
Can't do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on
That don't take heart, slave, ***** play ya part

I'd rather jump over board *****, face the sharks
We stay doing it, later for the conversation
Hammers is ****ed and waiting, *****s is not debating
We ain't got the patience You found popping ****

Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch
And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician
Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions
Get out my house, you ain't no real representative

I make it happen, you ain't official, you tentative
*****s is sensitive, see how they catching feelings
It's so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling
Barracuda, Spit kicker ***** that's the crew
(Wanna be good to you)

Whoo
(Yeah)
Come on
Yeah
Low ride
Yo, yo, yo

*****s be claiming ****, find a gangsta movie, put
They name in it, biting like there ain't no shame in it
You the hardest on the beat, I'm the fire that you playing with
You a artist from the street, I'll give you the blood to paint it with

So yeah I'm positive, I'm positive I'm the best
Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest
Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home
Hang up on *****s like, “I want you to meet my ***** tone, word”

Leave me alone like Michael Jackson
Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomach
waiting to see what happens
You see me out, know that my crew is flawless

So called gangstas need more security than the Rawkus office
Yo, I thought you bust ya gun
You just a big joke, thinking you a Big Pun
Yo, Kanye this is the big one
(Wanna be good to you)
Me and my *****s having big fun

Yo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause I
(Wanna be good to you)

Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain 'cause
(Wanna be good to you)
Come on

BK and, BX and
Q Boro and Manhattan and
Harlem *****s and long Island
Wanna be good to you you, you come on
(Wanna be good to you)
The whole world rocking
Yo the whole world rocking
Ayo uhh