Black Star - Definition lyrics

Hello, everybody! Recordin' live
From somewhere looooord lord have mercy
Black Star all nice and decent crew
This is timeless! C'mon!
Follow me now, we say
Say, Hi Tek, yes, you're rulin' Hip-Hop
Put your hands up! C'mon, c'mon!
Say, J rawls, yes, you're rulin' Hip-Hop
Put your hands up, everybody
Redefinition, say, you're rulin' Hip-Hop
Put your hands up, c'mon
Say, Black Star, come to rock it non

Yo, from the first to the last of it
Delivery is passionate
The whole and not the half of it
Forecast and aftermath of it
Projectile that them blasted with
Accurate assassin shit
Me and Kweli close like
Bethlehem and Nazareth after this


You be pressin' rewind on
Top your master disk
Shinin' like an asterisk for all
Those that be gatherin'
Connectin' like a roundhouse from the
Townhouse to the tenements
'Cause all my Brooklyn residents
Roll with heavy regiments
Don't believe? Hear the
Evidence where Brooklyn?! (WHOA)
See that? 'Bout to take it all, kid
Believe that
From where they sell they tree at
To where the police react
Talib Kweli, e-Kweli-ty, yo
Tell 'em where we be at

Brooklyn, New York City
Where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust
'cause this ghetto fabulous life look pretty
What a pity blunts is still fifty cents
It's intense tree scents is dominant
Can't be covered with incense
My presence felt my name is
Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin' MC is
Shorthand for misconception
Let me meditate, set it straight
Came to the conclusion that most
Of these cats is featherweight
Let me demonstrate:
Walkin' the streets is like battlin'
Be careful with your body
You must know karate and think your
Soul is bulletproof like Sade
Stop actin' like a bitch already
Be a visionary
And maybe you can see your name
In the column of obituaries
Third-grade teacher readin' and
Talkin' about
"I knew he'd amount to nothin'"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type
Who'd have thought they was frontin'?"
Talkin' loud like you on RCA
Get carted away with body parts and trays
What a way to start your day, yo, it's like
One, two, three (C'mon)
Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top (C'mon)
Best alliance in Hip-Hop! Y-O!
I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a MC (C'mon)
They shot 2Pac and Biggie
Too much violence in Hip-Hop, Y-O!

I said Manhattan keep on makin' it
Brooklyn keep on takin' it
So relax, we're takin' it back
Red Hook where we're livin' at
Plenty cats be strugglin'
Not hustlin' and bubblin'
It ain't about production, then
What is we discussin'?
When the cock crows, my crop grows
Enable me to rock flows
Strivin' for perfection ever since I
Was a snot nose
Colossal! True, original b-boy apostle
Standin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo

You think you the shit? Somebody in
The wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or clique
Or some random kid you smoked buddha with
Consider me the entity within the industry
Without a history of spittin'
The epitome of stupidity
Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty
It gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of equality
People follow me, and other cats
They hear him flow
And assume I'm the real one with
The lyrics like I'm Cyrano

Still sippin' wishing well water
Imported from Pluto
Three hundred-and-sixty milliliters for
All the believers in miles or kilometers
Most cats cannot precede us
In the jungle with the leaders we them lions
You the cheetahs
Our cypher will complete us as
We come through your receivers
You can play us and repeat us
And then take us home and read us
(Line for line) Good Jesus! Mos
Def and Kweli just
Make a pussy freeze up think it over
Ease up!

One, two, three mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in Hip-Hop! Y-O!
I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be an MC
They shot 2Pac and Biggie
Hold your head when the beat drop, Y-O!