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Little Boots - Let It Go lyrics
[Talib Kweli:]
 Mick Boogie (absolutely)
 Justus For All (hold up)
 Let's GOOOO! 
 Be witcha in a second so sit tight
 Sometimes I be doin my body wrong just to get right
 I rip mics, rap life make me attack like a pair fight
 Grab a flashlight, took on +Marauder+ in +Midnight+
 Blackouts in summer, New York nights are red hot
 Flowin like lava explodin out the bedrock
 Movin' 'round the block like white, blue, and red top
 Radio edits reverse my curse like the Red Sox
 International, pass porter's {? } gear
 And my song's here longer than dog years
 Fly, coast to coast yo check it it's all clear
 Respect is my currency, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there
 My name is Arabic/Canaan
 Got few chicks from Jamaican to the {? } Asians
 It's all love, my piers just my luck o' the Irish
 I don't FUCK with silly broads, I don't FUCK with the flyers
 Never fuck with hard drugs, the providers
 Like over-the-counter, these niggaz flounder like the fish outta water
 It's about to be some shit now, get your recorder
 No qualms to make the pay for, I'm a hit the reporter, yeah
 God might direct me to whoop ya ass
 Enjoy ya laugh, cause we bring it back to Brooklyn fast
 With my man Black Dante, Big Pooh, and Phonte
 Do some classics like 9th, Tech, and Kanye, yeah! 
 [Mos Def:]
 We now dangerous, M Def to flavorish
 Big hip, lick ya lips, shoot to savor it
 So refreshin, no regression, host a session
 It's pro-black, pro-progressive, so affective
 The 9th Wonder is a Lil' Bro collective
 Black Dante, Mr. Phonte cold perfection
 Warm soul on glow, not a neck on froze
 Keep your stuff on go, 'fore I check these hoes
 You fuck around and get it how it get mayne
 Case smack attack harder than ya pimp hand
 My speaker box equinox like Coltrane
 Killa K flow mayne need it in the dope game
 Hairy gorilla call back, no Rogaine
 And I make that ass drop like I'm Soul Train
 I got soul mayne, heart and brains to match
 I'm with the Lil' Bro, what's fuckin with dat?
 I put my town on the map like a star... 
 With'out the car... 
 And I ride clean, and my thing bling... 
 ... and you know exactly how I mean
 9th Wonderful, so beautiful
 So unusual, it's sho' playin'
 On your brain, in your body, in your soul
 All my hopes show... reach the goalLittle Boots - Let It Go - http://motolyrics.com/little-boots/let-it-go-lyrics.html
 [Rapper Big Pooh:]
 You'on't know about me, you'on't know my life
 You'on't know everything I go through to write
 You'on't know my plight, you'on't know my fight
 And STILL, muh'fuckers wan' steal my light
 That's right, I'm right back with a write that's sick
 I done went another level, raise prices quick
 Y'kno Big Dho told me?, Always rap with a chip?
 I'm a do you one better, son I {? } with a dip
 That's borderline great that's best in all states
 Fifty-plus some, dumb niggaz?, Huh?
 If you? huh?, you can hear me, I speak clearly
 So my two sisters hear me, yeah Ronnie cheer me, sincerely
 I carry heavy burdens on my back
 Done, seen a lotta pain and my heart stay trapped
 Brothers on the grind tryna get that scratch
 'Fore them pagers get turned and your plans get scrapped! 
 We back to the hustle where they fightin over scraps
 And your face get played cause you tryna watch your back
 My man, seen many niggaz goin like that
 This year, real life no rewindin it back! 
 [Phonte:]
 Uh, uh. Let it go, better let it go
 Just let it go, ah ah, let it go
 They better let it go, they better let it go
 Let me talk to 'em, check it out... 
 Uh, it seem like, the more I achieve the more they expect
 Cause it ain't nothin in breed seeds like success
 And though you might expect niggaz to lose they cause
 Or drop the ball, that nigga Tay ain't like the rest
 I'm built a little bit different, my specs is more rigid
 Phonte's the medicine, of fine black specimen
 Of Afro engineering, with'out no interference
 To get it short, I'm more than just yo average rap nigga
 Or whatever you wanna call it
 Call it music, I call it my life performance
 Call 'em fans, I call 'em my life supporters
 Whether they pan or they sneakin through, 
 These are the people that I'm speakin to
 I speak to you, and this is the year that I'm gon'
 Schiavo my rivals, nigga pull out the feedin tube
 Cause y'all porch monkeys, that shake spears/Shakespeare's
 And make a killin, my words worth worth a million
 Phonte and LB the last temptation
 Give a fuck if our shit is played on every station
 So y'all rap niggaz can't follow me up
 You can't bottle me up, shit I'm the well of inspiration, nigga! 
 Let it go, ah ah, let it go
 Better let it go, ah, just let it go
 Pull it back, let it go, ah
 And let it flow like...









