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  • Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Theme From Hi Tek текст песни

    Theme From Hi Tek

    Talib Kweli-Verse 1

    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
    Niggaz 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



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