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Common, common. Yeah, yeah, Hi-Tek Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss. Unit in the stash the beats and never found the *. Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
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corporations. Today in order to be sane you gotta go crazy so remain. On top of the game, and master your universe like you was he-man. See me and hi tek knock you out de frame. While I'm stimulatin de brain
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, keep a low pro. Come out crushin' * just for fun like Co Flow. Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go. Ridin' on the sound waves out your stereo. In the procession to your burial. Callin' Hi Tek little
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got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye What! Say somethin, you stay frontin. It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting. Me and Tek stay way blunted. Wave running on beaches
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' emcees (lip professin' emcees). From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D. (Let me hear you scream out loud) if you're somebody. Party to party, body to body. When we come
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Let me, let me practice he he he, eh eh. Talib T'Kwi, Kweli, I can't say it. That's wack Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli), any questions?. I bring many blessings with my man HiTek and he from th
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I'm on my way Whether sunny or rain I'm on my way. Destiny is pre-ordained I'm on my way. Whether ecstasy or pain I'm on my way. I'm black and free from your chains I'm on my way Whether sunny or r
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C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya. Get 'em up, get 'em up what. Get 'em up, get 'em up what. Get 'em up, get 'em up what. Yo, yo, yo. What's with the melodrama?. Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a
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What's the meanin of ghetto fabulous. Not ridin the back of the bus. I'm a revolutionary antagonist. Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love. Some underground heads is hatin c
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Yeah, now here we go. Here we go, come on come on, now here we go. Here we go, come on come on, yeah Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted. My name's honored 'cause my style is insane retard
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(Big Nel). Let 'em know how we do it down in the C. O. we 'bout to get the thang started. Know what I'm sayin'? The year 2000 I'm 'bout to let these muthafuckas know, Big D representin'. All the w
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These niggas ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government. Don't matter if you independent, democrat or republican. Niggas politickin the street, get into beef. Start blastin, now a new cat is exe
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Yo, we keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for. When the nightfall come, we in the right war. Cats who spill blood for a cause, not just because. Defy the authority and follow god's la
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Yeah, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh). Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!). Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it) One, two, three, four. Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front do
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savage. from the dark side danger. Yin to the yang. Totally Hi-Tek Ninjas. Mother***ing big in Japan. I seen the future, but I never got nothing in my hand. Except a microphone, big dreams and a plan. Fly
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kweli. Yo, I got my man on the side of me. Mos def-initely, and we, are. . (fresh) black star. (fresh) g young. (fresh) hi-tek. (fresh) native tongue. (fresh) shawn j. (fresh) eighty-eight
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SOS, Dress so fresh. Sy's very fancy, Hi-tek flows flex. On the street they hou van my skoene. Like there goes da ou met die Pumas. Did you pay for those shoes bru?. I'm flat broke bra. But
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shoes, I know you won't fit it. Just cause I know you and your flow, too. There's more to it, you won't get it, I don't owe you. You want Hi-Tek to do a record for you. So niggas is checking for you
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, nigga cock the toast. Hi-Tek on the track and we rock with the Ghost Styles P. Damn right I make gangster music. But I still spit poetry like Langston Hughes did. Pressures of the ghetto might make
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, Black Star shine eternally. We came to rock it on to the tip-top. And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh. . Redefinition, turning your play into a tragedy. Exhibit level degree on the mic
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poes in 'n fishpaste jar. (Hi-hi-hi Tek). Oh oh vat's it yuketa . Yo-Landi Vi$$er fresh and depressed vat 'n picture. Jou ma se poes in 'n fishpaste jar. Do what I like cos I roll with the fucken
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mos def. Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, lawd have mercy. All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say. Say hi-tek yes you're ruling hip-hop. Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop. Redefinition
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Chanting in background*. . Talib Kweli. Blaze one for the Brooklyn crew what. Blaze one for the Cincinnati crew yes. And for the whole world and for the whole world. . Chorus. Yo Hi Tek they
