Key: A minor•
Verse 1
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.
Verse 2
oh my God, what do we have here?
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My man is on fire like the Ohio Players
Throw yo' hands in the air,
keep 'em there if you with me
Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere,
samples is hard to find
I don't just write rhymes
I send force through
pipelines to like minds
The night time is the right time for
a battle so it's special
Put yo' fist in the air when you
hear the manifesto
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
from like roaches
I attack the track ferocious,
never lose my focus
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Hold this true hip- hop, closest to my heart,
Nowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosis
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is to grab the microphone and be the dopest,
you can quote this
with collagen
You followin these hollow
you bite off more than you could
Sorry man I ain't got no pity
for you to wallow in
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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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{*"Dissect it on more high- tech shit computers
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