Hi-Tek, Talib Kweli - Theme From Hi-Tek lyrics
[Hi-Tek, Talib Kweli - Theme From Hi-Tek lyrics]
Attention players
The rules of the game have now changed
People are no longer afraid of the truth
You call yourself an MC? Hi Tek
Hit 'em with the
Hi Tek on the boards, Kweli in the booth
Make 'em feel it in they bones with the
Come down yo
Like, oh my God, what do we have here?
My man is on fire like the Ohio Players
Throw yo' hands in the air
Keep 'em there if you with me
The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound cripsy
Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere
Samples is hard to find
We don't just act divine, we are
We walkin upright, you lack spine
I don't just write rhymes
I send force through pipelines to like minds
My light shine so bright it do be
Vital like lifesigns
The night time is the right time
For a battle so it's special
When cats don't just say your joint is hot
Cats say "Yo I respect you"
Put yo' fist in the air
When you hear the manifesto
You had any prior doubts to my
Skills? Time to let go hi Tek
The beats is right beside the soundgarden
Tracks get in the vein like heroin
The way heads be noddin
Officially, people love our company
Like they was misery
I'm known to blast MC's with
The cannon of history
Specifically the ones who forgot
Where they come from
So, it's the light that they
Run from like roaches
Whenever the truth approaches
I attack the track ferocious
Never lose my focus
Hold this true Hip-Hop, closest to my heart
And you know this
Nowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosis
Is to grab the microphone and be the dopest
You can quote this
Niggas sound like they injected with collagen
You followin these hollow men no honor when
You bite off more than you could
Chew or could be swallowin
Sorry man I ain't got no pity
For you to wallow in
Quit hollerin before you get stomped
Out with my Solomon's
All the way from Lynn Street, to
Always bringin you hot shit
Aiyyo we promisin
The rules of the game have now changed
People are no longer afraid of the truth
You call yourself an MC? Hi Tek
Hit 'em with the
Hi Tek on the boards, Kweli in the booth
Make 'em feel it in they bones with the
Come down yo
Like, oh my God, what do we have here?
My man is on fire like the Ohio Players
Throw yo' hands in the air
Keep 'em there if you with me
The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound cripsy
Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere
Samples is hard to find
We don't just act divine, we are
We walkin upright, you lack spine
I don't just write rhymes
I send force through pipelines to like minds
My light shine so bright it do be
Vital like lifesigns
The night time is the right time
For a battle so it's special
When cats don't just say your joint is hot
Cats say "Yo I respect you"
Put yo' fist in the air
When you hear the manifesto
You had any prior doubts to my
Skills? Time to let go hi Tek
The beats is right beside the soundgarden
Tracks get in the vein like heroin
The way heads be noddin
Officially, people love our company
Like they was misery
I'm known to blast MC's with
The cannon of history
Specifically the ones who forgot
Where they come from
So, it's the light that they
Run from like roaches
Whenever the truth approaches
I attack the track ferocious
Never lose my focus
Hold this true Hip-Hop, closest to my heart
And you know this
Nowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosis
Is to grab the microphone and be the dopest
You can quote this
Niggas sound like they injected with collagen
You followin these hollow men no honor when
You bite off more than you could
Chew or could be swallowin
Sorry man I ain't got no pity
For you to wallow in
Quit hollerin before you get stomped
Out with my Solomon's
All the way from Lynn Street, to
Always bringin you hot shit
Aiyyo we promisin