The rules of the game have
People are no longer afraid of the truth
Hi- Tek, hit 'em with the..
Hi- Tek on the boards, Kweli in the booth
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
but it still sound cripsy
Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere,
We don't just act divine, we are
We walkin upright, you lack spine
I don't just write rhymes
My light shine so bright it do be,
The night time is the right time for
When cats don't just say your joint is hot,
cats say "Yo I respect you"
Put yo' fist in the air when you
to my skills? Time to let go
Hi- Tek, the beats is right beside
Tracks get in the vein like heroin
Officially, people love our company
I'm known to blast MC's with the
Specifically the ones who forgot
So it's the light that they run
Whenever the truth approaches
I attack the track ferocious,
Hold this true hip- hop, closest to my heart,
Nowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosis
Is to grab the microphone and be the dopest,
Niggaz sound like they injected
You followin these hollow
You bite off more than you could
chew or could be swallowin
Sorry man I ain't got no pity
Quit hollerin before you get stomped
All the way from Lynn Street, to (?)
Always bringin you hot shit,