Talib Kweli, Hi-Tek - Some Kind of Wonderful lyrics

Brothaa in the jungle
Yea right there
Yo yo Hi-tek (whatchu wanna do)

What's next
These chicken neck mc's get me vexed
My rhymes be blowin up chatrooms
All over the internet
Then cause their collisions on
The highway of information
And then i head back to my prior engagement
In the nation of brooklyn
Land of trinis, haitians
Jamacains and bejans
Its amazin how lickin shots
Is the proper representation
Soon they gonna need whack MC reservation
Cuz i endangered the mothafuckas
They needin preservation
Carry em home on top of a truck like a trophy
Niggas still sleepin like im jay-z in
A video for hawaiian sophie
Its cool i stay low key, and keep a low pro
Come out crushin shit just for fun, co flow
(ay yo yo yo yo yo yo yo) here we go
Ridin on the sound wave out ya stereo
In the procession to ya burial
Callin hi-tek, little leon the professional
I got the special flow, listenin to estero
Puffin vegetables and now im red to go
The illest rhyme animal like chuck
Burn these niggas like salt when
I lay in the cut
Think you about to blow when
You continue to suck
The shit i been through make me run
Up in ya venue like what
I snatch the mic and ask the
Crowd 'what chyall waitin for'
The said 'nothin but that fat shit'
'i got you say no more' i laid the law
And all the crab rappers played the floor
I called them out
A couple of them stepped up and i ate em raw
Some more whack niggas tried
To spray the door, but had no aim
Later for them corn balls
On the way out smacked them in
The face with a metaphor
For better or for worse
You better call the nurse
Before i send the cleaner and he
Get to your hospital room first

Yo whatchu wanna do I'm comin
Through ya front line
Ya whole plan is catchin tan in my sunshine
One time cuz it's some kinda wonderful
Don't just stand there lookin
Stupid whatchu wanna do?

Whatchu wanna do I'm comin
Through ya front line
Ya whole plan is catchin tan in my sunshine
One time cuz it's some kinda wonderful
Don't just stand there lookin stupid

I take your style and embarass it
Words beautifully written like arabic
Got niggas on the run cuz i
Bring the fire like chariot
Put it in your face like big
Gats and carried it like Harriet
Various crews tried to bury us
But we shot em down like sagiterious
With that watch shit money
You can't be serious
You niggas is hilarious
Actresses runnin around the club
Pissy like ghetto matresses
Thats why i smack these kids back to
Reality, and how it be in actuality
Im ready to battle mc's and
Skip the fuckin formalities we spark it
At any club or meat
Market sweet artists don't
Come on the block they become street targets
If you want it i got it, come
And get it I'm wit it
Your career will be shorter than a midget and
The whole world will know who did it
I smack up these ho ass
MC's like a gorilla pimp
You comin out the box like a
Gimp money you still a wimp
My shit blow out filaments in light
Fixtures, with the right mixture
Words uses color the paint the right picture
Craft masterpieces
Your whole shit is smashed to pieces
Make you look at your man
Who rhyme and be like 'you
Not nasty like he is'
Believe this when you see this
And don't fuck with me
Either, cuz youll be down where my feet is
Curled up in a fetus
Cryin from the kicks, watch when i flip
People gonna be
Buyin my shit like fiends dyin for a hit, so

Whatchu wanna do I'm comin
Through ya front line
Ya whole plan is catchin tan in my sunshine
One time cuz it's some kinda wonderful
Don't just stand there lookin
Stupid whatchu wanna do?

Whatchu wanna do I'm comin
Through ya front line
Ya whole plan is catchin tan in my sunshine
One time cuz it's some kinda wonderful
Don't just stand there lookin stupid, stupid

(stupid, stupid)