• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• 1-800-homicide - Hi-tek
• Where It Started At - Hi-tek
• The Express - Hi-tek
• Where I'm from - Hi-tek
• Touch You - Hi-tek
• Too Late - Hi-tek
• Time - Hi-tek
• This Means You - Hi-tek
• Theme From Hi-tek - Hi-tek
• The Sun God - Hi-tek
• The Illest It Get - Hi-tek
• The Chip - Hi-tek
• The Blast - Hi-tek
• Soul Rebels - Hi-tek
• SO TIRED - Hi-tek
• Some Kind Of Wonderful - Hi-tek
• Round Round - Hi-tek
• On My Way - Hi-tek
• Music For Life - Hi-tek
• NAME OF THE GAME - Hi-tek
• Move Somethin' - Hi-tek
• Memories Live - Hi-tek
• Love Language - Hi-tek
• Josephine - Hi-tek
• Good Mourning - Hi-tek
• Ghetto Afterlife - Hi-tek
• Get Ta Steppin' - Hi-tek
• Get Back Pt. Ii - Hi-tek
• For Women - Hi-tek
• Eternalists - Hi-tek
• Down for the Count - Hi-tek
• Bridge To Bama (hi-tek Remix) - Hi-tek
• Breakin' Bread - Hi-tek
• Big Nel from Da Natti - Hi-tek
• Africa Dream - Hi-tek
• Say Say Say (Waiting 4 U) - Hi Tack

(feat. Dion, The Game)
[plane soars overhead]
Ay ay ay ay... [echoes]
[Chorus: Dion - singing]
Cal-i-forn-ia, hope-you-got-your-gun
If-not-call-one-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE
One-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE
Cal-i-forn-ia, when-you-need-us
You-can-call-us-one-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE
One-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE
[The Game:]
I'm a motherfuckin Aftermath nightmare, wake up motherfucker
I traded in my black Nike Airs
For a white pair of Converse, Dre let me bomb first
Get out on bail and still make the concert
Ask Eminem, homey I'm Shady
Too much West coast dick lick it, remember Jay-Z?
"The Chronic" and "Doggystyle" raised me
My life like rock, it was based in the 80's
Red bandana tied around my face
I hope the shit don't jam is how gangsters pray
And if God forgives the nigga that shot Suge
Then all dawgs should go to heaven in my hood
I resurrected this gangster shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
Every city got Crips and Bloods
But since 'Pac died it ain't been no "California Love"

Where do I Start?
Let's see what they wanna hear?
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at (No doubt)
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (Yeah)
For the score go to war like a jarhead (Hi-Tek!!!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (Woo!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
"We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!"
With a first hello!
(Jadakiss)
Uh! Got alot of heart, best part is I'm clever too
Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever dude
Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder
Ari, haze, diesel, sour
Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's
Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy
Talkin in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life
Everything is good in my bank except cop dice
Harlems, Jordans, the hood can't afford them
So they bootleg them now everyday sport them
Dorms, cells, packages, mail
Warrants, bails, everything's real now
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! (Hi-Tek Hi-Tek, Papoose Pa-poose)
With a first hello!
All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws
Always talkin bout you ballin, look you wanna ball
Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low
I shoot my tek high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer
Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty
Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary
Go 'head get your fetti, but you better tell holmes
Messin with me will get black buried like a cell phone
Punks pay dues not me I pay attention
Call it New York cause we keep reinventin
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at {New York}
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead {New York}
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!! {New York, New York}
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
With a first hello!
Who flipped the vocabulary? Shadow my adversary buss 'em like capolaries
Roaches and rats in every corner when it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried
I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway
I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte
Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallway
Discussin strategies in the court case
I rock the Northface cold like winter
I'm from Brooklyn like the D-Cep and low life niggaz word
Fuck the talking it's a New York thing
We aboard but, all things considered we all kings, what
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York!!!
With a first hello!
Aiyyo yo, I rhyme for the streets broke niggaz rap when they feast
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud and have the hood stylin good talent most of us tellin
Drug wars, try to re-up, the law whylin
Can't get no rest, the vest is on stress pound it
Schemin on somethin green, we eagles on the chef found it
While I take a trip back my first little pack
Had to open doors no time for broads I was scopin crack
Baggin like a newborn, barely profit beef pop off
We carry tommy guns and smoke trees and grab pockets
Pilgrimage life, real like with no money and no white
I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe
Livin by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily
Who get on board and kill for some proper live on them acres board
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like a jarhead

[Talib Kweli]
"There comes a time-"
Hi-Tek, who we rockin wit?
"In every young mans life when-"
That's right we rockin with the best
"He must go out into the world"
Ya ya ya yo yo
[Verse 1]
I don't just spit, I hauck loogies on these emcee floozies
Y'all beggars can't afford to be choosy
Wanna bubble like jacuzzis, act bouigey, you watchin to many movies
These cats is fruity and got it mixed up like smoothies
Who are we? Yours truly, fist in the air like Huey
Smoke 'em one-by-one like Lucy's, then we skate like 'ooty
Just because yur rhymes is booty don't mean you "The shit"
Yo my style is universal, I get around like orbit
I got this all up in my veins, so fuck what you sayin
Your stuck in the same frame of mind, ain't no duckin my rain,
when it's times for storms to brew, I'm _Warning_ you like Notorious
Before we bust, I won't be courteous,
Even if ya moms is in the audience, I'm still the goriest,
Road warrior, whose story is more glorious than Euphoria
And you got it all up in you, and ain't nobody stoppin you
If you don't believe us you could check out how we rock for you
[Hook]
Can't stop, don't stop
Rockin to the rhythem cuz I
I get down and (Brooklyn)
I get down and (to put it down)
I get down and I (Like UNI)
I get down (The uptown)
Gets down and sha-na-na
Can't stop, don't stop
Rockin to the rhythem cuz I
I get down and (Cincinnati)
I get down and (Madtown)
I get down and (Detroit)
I get down and (Chicago)
Ah ah ah, sha-na-na
[Verse 2]
Kweli, that's me, the king, the emcee
Rhyme, get mine on the T-O-P
Can another emcee ever FUCK with me?
(Hell no!) "Y'all niggas Tickle Me like Elmo"
Yo I got hip-hop on deadlock
You wanna pose like models, you catchin headshots
My roots extend to bedrock I stay grounded
The perfect balance, I found it
And I got everybody feelin it
My aura shine like ice and ain't nobody stealin it
Ain't no need to say "Run your jewels" when I'm revealin it (True)
And droppin it, on your stupid ass and not concealin it (Put it on 'em)
Cats want you in the dark, no switch that
In fact them cats want you in the pitch black
Where the light switch at? This shit's wack
You try to get some "Get Back," that's how a bitch act
So sit back and observe these gentlemen
With that melanin, we see through the swine like gelatin
So never question my relevance, manifestin all elements
Take hip-hop and develop it, by injectin intelligence
Wackness, you don't just smell of it, you reek in it
We stay feakin it, so the title we keepin it
Hi-Tek is the best kept secret since Diamond D
Kweli consider me the opitimy of emcee
So you know what that mean to me - eternally we stand out,
and make them other dudes look like scenery
"Won't stop"
"Doin it..real"

Geah, Jinx Da Juvy, Hi-Tek geah
'Cause anybody can get it
Anybody anybody can get it
(Project shit)
Real recognize real, geah geah
This as real as it gets
This as real as it gets
Aiyyo, geah
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Aiyyo, I'm from where they bust guns, killin' and shit
Thugs sellin' drugs, killin' the strip, dealin' with bricks
From my hood to y'all hood, feel this shit
Real recognize real this as real as it gets
Aiyyo, I'm from where they bust guns, killin' and shit
Thugs sellin' drugs, killin' the strip, dealin' with bricks
From my hood to y'all hood, feel this shit
Real recognize real this as real as it gets
Aiyyo, aiyyo Jinx Da Juvenile, yeah I was one of them bastards
Bustin' them ratchets, before this rap shit
I copped coke cut it and bagged it, twelve twelve
Stuffin' the plastic the strip was flooded with traffic
I'm from a hood where they rep in wool
Lil' niggaz pants baggy, sketz it is long
In bang-outs I leave a nigga stomach where his chest belong
Now that's what you call leavin' a nigga dead wrong
I live for gun play
Deuce-fives is easy to carry but I love eights
Anybody can get it, fuck Jake, I spit in a judge face
Who schemin' on the kid, who grillin' the watch?
Like if I ain't the kid who be spittin' them shots
Run in your crib, grippin' the glock
Leave yo' ass in the kitchen witcha brains in the cereal box
Real recognize real whether you feel it or not
Aiyyo, I'm from where they bust guns, killin' and shit
Thugs sellin' drugs, killin' the strip, dealin' with bricks
From my hood to y'all hood, feel this shit
Real recognize real this as real as it gets
Aiyyo, I'm from where they bust guns, killin' and shit
Thugs sellin' drugs, killin' the strip, dealin' with bricks
From my hood to y'all hood, feel this shit
Real recognize real this as real as it gets
Aiyyo straight out the ville before my deal slung drugs in the basement
Now I'm in the booth spittin' 'til my lungs cave in
I gotta supply the fam
So if the source givin' out five mics, I want five grams
Keep a revolver cause nines jam
ABG anybody-can-get-it, I die for the fam
Die for the love of the strip, either way I'm gonna get rich
Catch the kid sunk in a 6
Jewels is heavy, flooded the wrists, my team stuff they clips
Keep it gangsta a hundred percent
Who think not? Who really wanna see how Jinx rock
Like I ain't been doin' this since Pampers and slingshots?
(What?)
Half y'all rap niggaz talk the nonsense
I live this shit y'all soft as cotton
While y'all was in school I was in Spafford boxin'
Real recognize real I keep the larcen' poppin'
Aiyyo, I'm from where they bust guns, killin' and shit
Thugs sellin' drugs, killin' the strip, dealin' with bricks
From my hood to y'all hood, feel this shit
Real recognize real this as real as it gets
Aiyyo, I'm from where they bust guns, killin' and shit
Thugs sellin' drugs, killin' the strip, dealin' with bricks
From my hood to y'all hood, feel this shit
Real recognize real this as real as it gets
Geah, ABG anybody-can-get-it
Black Jesus, Alaska, Loose Cannon
Pow wow the don, Mil-lion
(What?)
This is my year, the Y-2-K kid
Def Jam, Rawkus, from my hood to your hood

(Intro)
Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James
Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, Reflection Eternal
(Chorus)
[Supa Dav West]
We Make the Music That Change your life
'Bout to touch you just right
All night we gonna to shine the light
'Bout to touch you just right
[Piakhan]
Piakhan floating on the mighty clouds of joy
Building a future, yo, for my baby boy (uh huh)
I moved form the hood yet the shit still in me
And your opinion is nothing to me
I have plenty like bein' out of prison
With a roof over my dome
And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone
Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib
A Nattian cat we got em' snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and
Killin' em softly with out flossin'
But yet the shine is glossy and
the run the lyrical train through your brain shit
Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lane shit
With the iron, ain't no use in you trying "I ain't lyin'"
Through your ears mesmerize em'
It's about time we started risin'
Once again replace bullets with words, try to make it fun again
(Chorus) w/ minor variations
[Talib Kweli]
if the put my life on the screen then its got to Be the IMAX
I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax
Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that
My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back
What's that all about with the feedback?
All up in my mouth we don't need that,
the asphault is the place to be at
Where the people fire burn so bright you can see that believe that
It ain't light music (no)
We make the right music (true)
Keep it tight music (yes)
Affirmin' life music (come on)
(Chorus) w/ minor variations
[Talib Kweli]
It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips
My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips
Yeah I wanna touch you there (right there)
Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine
Like the bread and wine, my brains embedded with rhymes
That's ahead of they time, I rock the better design
You cats ain't got the touch
You all suck, like getting head from a dime
I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin'
It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint shake
When you play this (yeah), your crew is haters when they come
Through with the newest/latest (like that)
Reflection Eternal
Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple
And the moon arrive, reflection through the night
That touch you just right
(Bridge)
[Talib Kweli]
With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm

Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You gotta do, fuck that almost shit
The fam is close knit
You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin'
Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin'
Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival
Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival
Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized
No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized
with empty rhetoric, they better quit
Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments
Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets
Where were you the day hip-hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x)
Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'
What more can I say, we stay building
And make killings
Take children through the wilderness, by the hand
It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man
Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
My sound fat like a Neve while you thin like a Mackey
C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by
You 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 with white sand
With a slight tan
Smack the mic stand with my right hand
When I'm excited
Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it
On fire like property lost to riots
Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united

(feat. Talib Kweli & Dion)
[Talib Kweli:]
Time is of the essence, and waits for no man
Now is the time to get down with the program
It's time to get busy, it's time to get involved
You got a problem with that, it's time to get it solved
Time flys when you havin' fun, I'll be in the throne for a long time
All you haters pack a lunch, it's time to stack your funds
There comes a time to run and grab your gun
And there's a time to admit when you haven't won
Used to be nation time, but now we facin' time
Ain't no replacin' time homie, why you wastin' time?
They say time is money, and so I spend it wisely
On quality goods so with the family's where you tend to find me
If you're lookin', my people keep on pushin'
Across the bridge to another time like we did to get to Brooklyn
I climb through the windows of the mind, I unravel mysteries
Go back in history, see how I time travel
[Chorus: Dion]
(Time) I've been racin' up this time
Tryin' my best to find my way (Time)
Change the world in just one day
Goin' crazy (Time)
I've been racin' up this time
Tryin' my best to find my way (Time)
Change the world in just one day
[Talib Kweli:]
Take the time, rewind and make your mind up
Get on your grind, put in the work until your time's up
Like O.C. let the poetry remind ya
Of why we at the top of our game, this here is timeless
They lack the minerals and vitamins with time release
And so they try to blind you with the diamonds in they time pieces
Okay you got money and we all can see it, great
Now rhyme about somethin' time don't appreciate
You don't appreciate the time, that it take
To make a rhyme, I don't just educate or fascinate
My facts is straight, I don't exaggerate when I say
I was gettin' some head, phony rappers I decapitate
I'm gettin' my bread, kids is fed, it's time to build
It's time to find a skill, it's time to find a strength
It's time to find a will and we ain't got the time to kill, one another
They got us swallowin' all kind of pills, they tryin' to drug us
Not again, not this time
[Chorus: Dion]
(Time) I've been racin' up this time
Tryin' my best to find my way (Time)
Change the world in just one day
Goin' crazy (Time)
I've been racin' up this time
Tryin' my best to find my way (Time)
Change the world in just one day
[Talib Kweli:]
Yeah, it's Blacksmith, we got them classics in the pipeline
The people ready right now, this the right time
The right kind of flavor that age like a fine wine
Past, present or future, it's all in the same timeline
So currently I'm standin' on the shoulders of my ancestors
And throwin' up the sign of the times like hand gestures
The man next to the man you tryin' to stand next to
Ain't impressed by your routine, you too damn extra
It's time to start a movement, it's time to start improvin'
If everybody a pimp, then who the prostitutes
And where the hell is our solution, it's time to handle problems

[Mos] Sometimes, you gotta be direct with the people, y'know like..
[T.K] Give it to 'em (c'mon)
[Mos] Yo!
[T.K] Give it to 'em
[Mos] GET, UP, NOW!
[Talib Kweli]
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 law

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 on the boards, Kweli in the booth
[Incomprehensible], come down, yo
Like, oh my God, what do we have here?
My man is on fire like the Ohio Players
Throw your hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me
The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound crispy
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 your 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 hallogen
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 [Incomprehensible]
Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo, we promisin'

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 shit
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make it
I'ma give it, as far as you can take it
Tried to take the safe way, told you there's a gateway to skinny
Many can find it but few can climb it
I'm open-minded like a pothead
Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed
In the climate of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls
Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle
I bundle, amongst you cold motheruckers
The world is bitter, like baby mothers
Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us
Least God and the sun love us, it's the Sun God
Everywhere is broken glass
Nephews smokin' squares, nieces smokin' grass
Try not to say shoot around my daughter, she already know to blast
Catchin' the future, don't know who threw the past
It's the, year of the snake and the hidden dragon
Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin'
Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion
In motion like cars
I'm down to Earth, at times I feel closer to Mars
The world is yours, I'm hopin' it's ours
Some say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babies
Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me
From a distance niggaz tried to appraise me
I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me
My days be spent, behind dream's tent
Through the sun the divine being is sent
It's the Sun God
Letters from prison sayin' we need a better religion
I'm a rebel that listens from a eighty-seven position
I can't crystallize the mission lies within
Born to die even in death we begin
It's heavy jo learnin' what we already know
And carry low swing on a chariot slow
Brothers stick though remindin' me of revolution
If the drama comes I'ma have to, uhh, pop his gun
It's the Sun God, yeah
To the sun
To the sun
To the sun

[Buckshot]
yeah uh,uh,uh
uh, yeah
Back up in the motherfuckin place
Real shit to ya face
you know how we do
we gonna show y'all nigas how we roll in the BK Side
Feel this
straight like that hardcore shit to ya back
my dog hi-tek is on da motherfuckin boards
and I'm gonn' steep for a minute and tell y'all
motherfuckers who I be
[Verse 1]
Blaw! Here comes the BDI thug
Buckshot, shorty with da gat tucked by the rug
It's kinda bugged niggas said I fell off on tracks
you see this dick, u fell off on that, u sell off crack
That don't mean u pop collars or drop dollars
you could be a spot watcher watch yo spot
or better yet watch da stain on yo shirt
Buckshot put ya brain on your shirt
and that's the main reason that I'm hre
Buck spit, Hi-tek beats beez in yo ear
you see buck, you see trees in da air
D's in da chair, tied up screaming for air
Little buck with big bucks, spend a little on a good dick suck
you can get this nut or that nut, huh
both for da nut, throw for a the gut, duke u gon' go for da buck
that means u go for this and go for that
and got nothing to show for that
Stick with Buck, don't need coke or crack
I teach u how to rhyme now u a joking rack
[Chorus][2x]
why they wanna act up
wanna get smacked up
everybody back up, what!
hit yo back up, huh
say sumthin'
everyday I lace sumthin
I see niggas stay frontin
[Verse 2]
yo, I don't really give a fuck about those who
don't give a fuck about me cuz
All I wanna do is cock lead, get bread
live live and get hed wicked in bed
Shabbah Rank no. 1 dick, I'ma give yo chick till tomorrow
Beg & borrow, yeah that's the hood motto
but you shouldn't follow shit that don't bring no do
you just swing low
huh, and I was taught to aim high, take over your shit call
it shanghai
I heard you wanna bang why?
It must be a reason for that
Damn videos, that gotta be the reason for that
cuz man listen, in some hoods you end up missin
snatched with yo pants down while you pissin
It's like an intermission, or better more like a song
cuz I got u listening that long
and all my true fans, I stick by y'all
and all you fake niggas I lick fire
That's when I melt hot rocks and spit larva
Buck spit saliva on your shoe
and tell you slide off with your crew
and if you rap I tell u slide off the boot
and slide off with your boo, cuz your bitch is mine too
You cop my bootleg and bit this rhyme too
goddamn nigga, your kid is mine too
take shit I'm designed too
Don't even sweat that
just when you lighting up
I leave you jet black
[chorus]
This that ill shit, the illest it get
You talk shit but you still on the dick
You can stay flock, but it still gonna hit

[Hi-Tek:]
Hi (Hi) Tek (Tek) Zilla.. Zilla.. Zilla..
We up on this one baby
Hi-Teknology Volume 2: The Chip, ha ha
Damn, who could it be, Hi-Tek-Zilla
They ain't heard the 'Natti in the while
Had to keep my ear to the ground
For the peeps who be lovin beats by the pound
Came up in the game, niggaz stayed the same
Nigga how you hate on that shit (hate on that shit)
Singlehandedly carried the 'Natti on my back
And I ain't even that big
Little nigga got it done
I ain't even talk about bustin no gun
This is for the streets (uhh) for the cars
For the niggaz who be countin them ones
I done had a lot of fun
Been across the world about damn near twice
Only thing I can tell you, is when you spit
Bring the truth to the light
Fist to the fight, lyrics to the mic
Whole lot of wind to them pipes
Be prepared to put in hard work
Number one nigga don't get caught up in the hype
I done been through a lot of pain
Tryin to get up in this game damn near my whole life
Be the first one to tell a nigga
If you ain't Twista it don't happen "Overnight"

Let me, let me practice.. hehehe, ehehe
Talib.. T'Kwi, Kweli - I can't say it!
That's wack..
[Talib Kweli] (Vinia Mojica)
Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli), any questions?
I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek and he from the Natti (Natti)
We make the sky crack, feel the fly track,
get your hands up like a hijack
Fist in the air for (Kweli), keep 'em there like
Natural mystic or smoke when they spliffs lit
It's a revolutionary (party), they ask me what I'm writin for
I'm writin to show you what we fightin for
Say Taleeb or Talib (Kweli), if it's hard try spellin it phonetically
If not then just let it be like Nina Simone,
you probably (ably) don't listen B
Even when we suffer loses I account the victory
Sometimes it's far and between I'm sad to say
it got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
I know my son wept 'cause his dad's away
Stop cryin be strong for your momma is what I had to say
[Chorus 1]
To my little man named Amani (mani)
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
Who make you rock your body (body)
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
[Hi-Tek]
I remember when it all started
Back in the day when me and moms first parted
Hi-Tek from the beginnin I stayed advanced
A young chameleon, adapt to any circumstance
Peep game nigga never been a lazy nigga
Stayed on my hustle concentrate to get the paper bigger
Stay focused, while other cats stay hopeless
While niggas stay high I stay lower
Stacking my chips to get a foreclosure
This shit ain't over..
Going for the gusto, keep getting that provo
It's Hi-Tek (and Kweli) on the track like Flo Jo
Bet you ain't even know I had flow though
[Chorus 2]
Yo, make you rock your body (body)
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
[repeat 3x]
Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing
{Overlapping} oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh

(Kweli)
We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It lives for us
we don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us (repeat 3x)
It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro'
Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go
Before this here blow like a volcano
we get eternal, this is what you waitin' for,
you try to front and play the role
When you more like a pimp who pay the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo
We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough
But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo'
(Chorus, Maseo)
De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies,
blessin' 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 into the jam we do it wildstyle
(Posdnous)
Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain
It's the extravaganza we glad you came,
made only for them heads, it's infra-red Aim
For such a world figure, we got figures to gain
(don't sleep on a nigga)
I ain't Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane
Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame
While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane
Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane, been on it future robotic
Since the day I came
If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name
Most recognized leo with my size in mane,
matter a fact track is simple and Plain,
Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain,
Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo' sho'
We be shinin' the same
(Chorus)
(Dave)
Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold
Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was yea old
Came to confirm the fact that I've been on the payroll
Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old
Continue til I'm dyin, rottin' out gray and old
I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll
While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens
Baby yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal,
But they want to come spit your way so,
so was I supposed to go and say no,
Right emcees some walking straight, some take the gay stroll
I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples
I'm from LI we take it far as out as naples
And scrape hoes who'll be willing to take clothes off (off)
See once you bet it all against reflects eternal,
you lose every rapper on a dept
Y'all need to pay ya dues

(feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly)
[Chorus: Dion]
Tired, so tired
It's a shame the way I'm livin this life, but I keep livin it
Smoke to get high
And the weed and hennessy don't do nothin but I keep rippin it
It's the way I live my life
It's my life and how I live in the sunshine, my nigga
It's just the way I live my life
It's my life and how I live in the sunshine
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Man, day-in day-out it's the same old same
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main
A little purp in the swisher
A little purp in the cup
A little purp in my system
and I can't give myself up
I kick myself up out the bed
Out the door to the block
Motivate my way to the corner and hustle the rocks
I don't love what I'm doin, but I hate where I'm stayin
So I be out with the truth's, cause it's due's that I'm payin
Prayin I can find a way up out this bottomless pit
Cause livin like how I'm livin ain't hittin no shit
Niggas tell it like it's nothin so there's no one to trust
And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must
So ain't no need to fuss about it, take it day-by-day
Get my hustle on and keep these hater's out my way
I trust no niggas and trust no ho's
And I'm never really asleep, there's only one eye closed
So I'm tired
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
My work, shit is also playtime
When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes
A drink'll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top
Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot
I come out and take another swig
Another brew, another blunt, another cig
Shit, who got the liquor nigga
Fuck it, I'll drink it even though, you know, it gets me sicka quicka
I'm goin hard, yet, I'm still on the clock
My homie got the weed, my partna got the pills on lock
And, whatever-ya else you want from speed to syrup
But I prefer the herb
And I drink, so I got to watch how I behave
My beer was frozen – tried to put it in the microwave
I got to focus cause tonight we got a show
And you know we gonna be drinkin and smokin some mo'
But ughhh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Pretty Ugly]
Now personally, I don't give a fuck who forget about me when I'm dead and gone
Cause most of the people who don't care won't even hear this song
I been a lot of place's I thought I'd never ever be
And I seen a lot of things I thought I'd never ever see
My momma told me that these streets gonna be the death of me
I've been in situations from murder's to the burglaries
I'm a pretty dude, why ugly dudes always be testin me
I'm a skinny dude, why big dudes always be testin me
I make it happen real fast, unexpectedly
My hood shootouts be exactly like the Westerns be
I tell a judge and jury I was just defendin' me
And intimidation is no relation, only kin to me
I usually ride by myself, there's never men with me
I'm a grown man, I don't need no men to send for me
Cause it ain't no vest on me, don't think you got the best of me
That ain't the way I'm supposed to die, that ain't my destiny

What's next?
These chicken neck MCs get me vexed
My rhymes be blowin' up chat rooms all over the internet
And causin' collisions on the highway of information
And then I head back to my prior engagement
In the nation of Brooklyn
Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans
It's amazin' how lickin' shots is the proper representation
Soon they gonna need wack MC reservations
Cause I endanger the motherfuckers, they needin' preservation
Carry 'em home on the top of a truck like a trophy
Niggas still sleepin' like I'm Jay Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie
It's cool I stay low key, keep a low pro
Come out crushin' shit 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 Leon the professional
I got the special flow listenin' to estero
Puffin' vegetables and now I'm red to go
The illest rhyme animal like Chuck
Burn leech niggas like salt when i lay in the cut
Think you about to blow when you continue to suck
The shit I've been through
Make me run up in your venue like What!
I snatch the mic and ask the crowd what are y'all waitin' for?
They say nothin' but that fat shit
I got you, say no more i laid the law and all them
Crab rappers played the floor I called them out
A couple of them steeped up and I ate 'em raw
Some more wack niggas tried to spray the door but had no aim
Later for them corn balls
On the way out smacked them in they face with a methaphor
For better or for worse you better call the nurse
Before I send a cleaner and he get to your hospital room first
(Chorus)
What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line
Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine
One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful
Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do?
(repeat)
I'll take your style and embarras it with
Words beautifully written like Arabic
Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire like chariot
Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it
Put it in your face like big gats and carried it like Harriet
Various crews tried to bury us
But we shut 'em down like Sagiterious with
That wack shit money you can't be serious
You niggas is hilarious actresses
Runnin around the club pissy like ghetto matresses
That's why I smack these kids back to reality
And how it be in actuality
With ready to battle MCs who skip the fuckin' formailties
We spark it in 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 get it I'm with it
Your career will be shorter than a midget
And the world will know who did it
I smack up these ho ass MCs like a gorilla pimp
You comin' out the box like a gimp, money you still a wimp
My shit blow out filaments and light fixtures
With the right mixture of words used as colors
To paint the right picture
Graphic 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 you'll be down where my feet is
Curled up in the fetus
Cryin' from the kicks, watch when I flip
People gonna be buyin' my shit like fiends dyin' for a hit, so...

[Jonell]
Yeah-huh, yeah-huh, yeahhhhh, yeahhhh, ohhhhhhh
I try and I try to stop the forces that go round in my head and I
thought you were the one to understand
You turned my darkness towards the light
But once again you touched my hopes to pain
My soul's the same, my tears start flitting in the rain
I'm fallin again.. fallin again..
(Chorus 2X's)
I really don't know what you came here for
Round and around we go!
Consider your bags outside the door
Round and around we go!
[Jonell]
If you don't understand where I'm comin from
then my heart is tellin me you're not the one
All the games you played and now you lied
You're not the one, for me no more so baby bye bye
Pack yo' bags and get to steppin
You got to let it go you need to stop trippin
I hope you don't think I'll let you back in
cause youse, a, fool
[Chorus]
[Jonell]
It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain
It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain
It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain
It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain
To-day I made up my mind - to get away
Every-day, I sit and pray, everyday, every-day
To-day I made up my mind - to get away
Every-day, I sit and pray, everyday, every-day
(Chorus 2X's)
[Jonell]
Every-day, every (round and around we go)
To get away, away (round and around we go)
Hi-Tek (round and around we go)
Round and round, round and round (round and around we go)
We go round, and, round
We go in-side-out (round and around we go)
We go back, and, forth
We go round, and round (round and around we go)

[Vinia Mojica]
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 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..

(feat. J Dilla, Nas, Marsha Ambrosius, Hi-Tek, Common,...)
[NEXT MESSAGE]
[Message #1: J Dilla]
Yo, I don't know where to start
Uh, check it out, music is - my total existence, dawg, straight up
Everything with my life revolves around music
It's like... you can't get a relationship with..
I'm still with.. my first love which is music
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'?, fo'real
The reason I'm here is.. is J Dilla, just like that, peace
[END OF MESSAGE]
[PRE-SAVED, NEXT MESSAGE]
[Verse One: Nas]
Yea, yea
It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall
The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all
The empty bottles that's hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em
The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a Science
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with

"The name of the game is.."
[Talib Kweli]
Persistance, dedication
Consistant, motivation, resistance to stagnation
of information, distribute it free to the entire population
No hesitation, makin it public
No privitazation from 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
in de "Train of Thought" that's the name
of the Reflection Eternal LP man!
Ain't nuttin new except organic produce that means that's free range
You might see me on MTV, BET, or still up on the D-train
It's just everybody else be seemin strange in they approach
I see these guys and read they eyes
Need to disguise and so I cloak
into a cloud of smoke, I brown a roach
to keep myself from soundin loc'
Destroy they hopes of hatin
Don't move aboard before they rock the boat
Yo it's not the dope,
these snakes will come in peace to slit your throat
Give you compliments, with a promise yet
to get me heated and provoke me
to be rockin shit, shove apocalypse
down your esophagus so swallow that
Guess what you could be coppin that
N'kiru Books for fifteen dollars flat
Cats who spit knowledge on tracks
and get bumped out the back of Impalas and Cadillacs
All my live Cincinatti Bearcats holla back
Tomorrow they gonna wanna borrow raps like
"C'mon black, I'll pay you back"
I ain't no lyrical ATM even though I'm nice and I'm a mack
Better believe that, leave that crack alone
And you see that there microphone
ain't no place to work your self-esteem issues
Do that shit when you alone!
Nigga you is grown, why is you still suckin on that pacifier
Quickly call that ass a liar, exposin you's my last desire
Olympic skills so pass the fire
I roll with niggaz that match attire
Black aware, that's filled with gas
but rollin on, flat ass tires
Yeahehehe, yo hehehe, yo, yo.. yo yo
Yo I got a special guest
Lil' Baby Tone Tone, tell 'em what's up
{?? indecipherable ??} Yo, true
Yo we bout to be, tell 'em peace out Tone
{Peace out} Yeah word word Baby Tone, what?

[Talib Kweli]
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 helicopter
Like it's a special honor
The stealth bomba, gem droppa
Make the ghetto holla, Inter-Conta-Nental
Takin you high like sky divers
When we spark with live wires
Original, cavemen quest for my fire
Express my desire to drop this new shit
These record executives keep tellin me y'all stupid
Now if they right, Shut The Fuck Up!
Revolutionaries throw your guns up
Whether you a bourgeois broad who actin stuck up
Or some ignorant thug motherfucker shootin the club up
We gonna make y'all feel this, break y'all spirit
If y'all fake that realness, word we bringin it
Ringin it in from the new millenuim to way after that
I call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap
[Chorus]
Kill all the yappin lets make it happen
You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment
Better yet, dramatization
Soon as the director say action you start fakin
I start breakin
The whole joint start shakin
This ain't the time or place for you to prove something
Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!
[woman's voice and Talib Kweli]
Move Somethin' (move somthin)
Move Somethin' (move somthin)
Move Somethin' (move somthin)
Move Somethin' (move somthin)
[Talib Kweli]
(Word.. alright bring it back to the top)
To be continued...
Lets see what's next up on the menu run up in you
Lyrics that be fuckin with you
In the mental, pick any mental - instru, funda, detri
Extra Extra large like the borough of brooklyn the residential
Exi-stential-ist specialist
Like Sly Stone wit my poem and fly song
Ride along with cats who live great and die strong, word
We gonna rock till nothin else matters
Y'all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers
Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids
Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment altoids
Step in the high reppin the spot called flatbush
Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust
The abstract then becomes the reality
Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity
[Chorus]
Kill all the yappin lets make it happen
You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment
Better yet, dramatization
Soon as the director say action you start fakin
I start breakin
The whole joint start shakin
This ain't the time or place for you to prove something
Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!
[woman's voice and Talib Kweli]
Move Somethin' (move somthin)
Move Somethin' (move somthin)
Move Somethin' (move somthin)

[talking]
Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD.
Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done.
[woman singing]
Bringing back sweet memories (3x)
Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties
Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry
In my lifetime, ain't done too many things
better than watching your first son put his sentences together
Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when
I was the portrait of the artist as a young man
All them teenage dreams of rapping
Writing rhymes on napkins
Was really visualization
Making this shit actually happen
It's like something come through me
That truly just consume me
Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me
I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge
Took a plunge into my past to share with my son
Bringing back sweet memories (3x)
Like thoughts out the back of my mind
Going back in some time
Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
Look back and you find
Tracks that make you relax and recline
Now cats rap about packing a nine
When they lacking divine
Inspiration
Running out of topics of conversation
Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation
I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf
And possibly you could follow me
Tap into your chi
Utilize your memory
To help you see clearly, then get back to me
Actually, nothing's new under the sun
So when life be stressing me
My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories'
Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness
>From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment
Like when my people understood their prominence
And my past life visions of the continent
Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it
I heard Resurrection by Common Sense
Dominant in my psyche
I chose my direction like Spike Lee
To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly
It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high
But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God why
Like when my parents first split up
Yo, I was illin'
Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children
And I love them for that
I don't know if they saw that
So I'ma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x)
Bringing back sweet memories (3x)
Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies
Let me tap into your energy
Fields of dreams become my property
When I reach my destiny like a prophecy
Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories'
I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury
That float through my head like a sweet melody
What you telling me
Reflection is a collection of memories
Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be
Eventually, I knew I'd run into Hi-Teknology
It was only a matter of time like centuries
Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
I freak with word power, my man speak with beats
If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it
Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred
Hi-Tek beats became my favorite
Hussle on the Side was the cut
We started to put songs together like 'What!'
Travelled the world, came back to the crib
And hit the motherland
Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans
In fact, that's where I'll take the fam
when the Reflection joint is done
By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in African sun
Like Wow!
We made it

[Talib Kweli]
Yo, we're going to have the word love
in many different languages translated all through the track
So, whenever you hear the word love
Know that, it's going to be in a different language
The language of love cannot be translated, yo
Love is blind, you just see bright light
You up in the club feelin' the night life, lookin' for the right type
Blood rushing to your heart making it beat
When she swept you off your feet and made it complete
You know the plan you had to conquer the world
Thinking you Scarface, looking for that perfect girl
And now you found her
Started with romantic, then got to frantic
Then things thats normally small become gigantic
Now y'all sinkin like the Titanic here come the panic
Bein with you like a habit without you I can't stand it
It's tragic when you wonder when you lost that magic
Without understanding that you never had it try to grab it
In the bed gettin a nut off, communication cut off
Getting mad cause you turned or wondering where she shut off
Constantly comparing you to someone in my past
We don't smile anymore, and we argue over cash
Advance to that physical shit
See what happens if you keep talkin
See what happens if you lay a finger on me motherf...
Yo, see what I'm sayin'
It's like one big mind game that everybody playin and
Niggas say bitches is trife, bitches say niggas is
We just don't understand our fundamental differences
I'm still learning though, actually
I just do what come naturally, naturally, naturally
(Chorus):
L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries)
Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are)
J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words)
Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you)
[Talib Kweli]
Women thrive on emotions, men refuse to acknowledge
So when we arguin nobody win
Words get in the way time and again
Sticks and stones break your bones words break your heart
Whether you in touch with that part or not say "word"
Words are weapons for the revolutionary
Used for evil make the situation very scary
Word up, but love is brave
It flies in the face of fear
Yo, wherever you want to go love'll take you there
Let's go, you know a flower that grow in the ghetto
Know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows
It got love for the sun, that's where I'm comin from
Spit in this fashion cause I love rockin over drums
Word (te quiero) I put my love into my music
If you with me then you love how I do it
If my heart you're livin' in your ocean I'm swimmin' in
Never drowning got me floatin' watching you in slow motion
Love potion overdosin approachin
The explosion of my senses everyday without your heart
is like a sentence in jail
Trust I'll always be mentally free
You got the key to let it out I'll show you how it could be
Love {*different language*} it ain't nuttin but a word
A chicken ain't nuttin but a bird
Yo, yo, yo
(Chorus):
L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries)
Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are)
J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words)
Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you)
[Talib Kweli]
Some of y'all in love with that material but
love enter my life like a miracle and
It reciprocal that's why I'm feeling you love
We exibit our natural behavior
Like making love under the moon in Jamaica
Get you so hot you call the name of the creata
The morning we hop back into action again
Up on the wall lovin how the sun blacken your skin
Remember when we explored the beach
Swam in the ocean and saw beneith
How the colors of the coral reef looked like the illest floral peice
That's what your beauty remind me of
It's hard to find a love like ours, taking it high above
Them other duns try to spit game but, I dont sweat it though
Know in my heart that we connected so I let it go
Now if they call you out your name and that's a different thing
Anything but Queen I'll go to war like a King
Your friends sweat you cause you aint got a band
But they dont understand
Some things is meant to stay between a woman and man
And they ain't privy to it so they try to get into it
Both you and me see through it so the way we flow is fluid
We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish
Some don't love theyselves so they perception is tainted
Out they joint like "Shit, he payin for your rent" missin the point
When you rub me into your skin just like an ointment
It's more than pillow talk, it can't be translated
Learn how to speak it, and become emancipated
It's a language
Universal love...
(Chorus):
L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries)
Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are)
J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words)
Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you)

(feat. Ghostface Killah,Pretty Ugly,Willie Cottrell Band)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance
And you don't know what to do... but stay strong
And keep in mind that he always loves you...
It's what it is... that's right sugar love
Come on...
[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me... you just wont get enough
The rain, wont wash away, your sins...
You'll be here, to do them all over again...
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco
She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go
Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right
Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain
The monkey on her back is now a gorilla
Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her
The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman
Destroying her pretty image and her health
Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen?
I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Willie Cottrell:]
Up all night, under the party lights
Same old popping and party hopping
All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya
I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down
I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later)
[Pretty Ugly:]
The Josephine that I knew, had a fiend for the rich guys
Old fashion girl, judged a man by her shoe size
If you had on the right Nikes, looked like the right type
Paid her the right price, she give you the green light
She was a different breed, she smoked different weed
Every week her hair done, she had a different weave
She was in and out of bars, she was in and out of cars
She was on and off the law, she was in and out of drawers
The chick a dime, I admit, I even tried to hit
I told her I was broke as shit, but I got the magic stick
I'm that confident, she said I need the cash
A different time, a different place, I could have the ass
Years went pass, before I seen her again
Now she slim, and I don't think she been in the gym
So I asked her how she been, she said I'm down with the men
Now I'm seen, but I caught AIDS when I was fucking with them

"Good morning, Brook-nam"
Another stop... on the train
(wake up... wake up... wake up...)
We come to a stop that everybody got to make...
Whether you local or express
[Talib Kweli]
What's the meanin of ghettofabulous
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 cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen

[Talib Kweli]
These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government
Don't matter if you independent, democrat or republican
Niggaz politickin the street, get into beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief
With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo' seat
Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never passin in your sleep
like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole plan
to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land
The future of your whole fam' hang in the balance
You the king, and your block is the palace
Y'all niggaz is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are you? What you gonna do?
Exactly what I thought - NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
you the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you can't be in
My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian
{*scratched* "Let's stop right here for an amen and a right on"}
{"So you think that I'm a fool..."}
{"Amen, right on..."}
Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap
[T] It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
[K] Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife
[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin
Chicks gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto
Your team let the metal burst before you take an L
you raised in hell, let the dust settle first
Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent
Shit happens huh, a man's respected by his actions
It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma
while the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat
You don't know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself
Relate to rap niggaz cause they writin what you felt
You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran
We suck the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine
We benefit from niggaz in tenements, dyin for benjamins
So bad that they know they own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be hesistant
or fall victim to the element, word is bond
"So while y'all keep on fakin the funk,
we gonna keep on walkin through the darkness carryin our torches"
-> DJ Premier
{*scratched* "I'ma give-give-give it to-to you straight"
"Straight up and down!" -> DJ Premier
Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap
[T] Just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
[K] Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife
[Kool G. Rap]
Niggaz get caught up in the struggle
End up in court in trouble, sportin a bubble
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the blocks with a portion to double
Flip and get tossed in the huddle
Police with one piece short of the puzzle
It's a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle
and the G's'll make your knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy niggaz bleed puddles

All across the world, B-boys and girls
Movin' and groovin' to the soul shockin' beat
All across the world, B-boys and girls
Movin' and
I like the way you move, altogether
I like the way you move, period
Ba-bay, I just wanna dance wit you
Come on, come on, I just wanna dance wit you
Come on, come on, I just wanna hold you close
Come on, come on, take you in my arms
Come on, come on, and let me rock you to the beat
Rockin' it, shockin' it, yes, we are, sounds so sweet and mellow
Movin' and groovin' and yes, we are, I wanna rock you to the beat
Drums of dance
Drums of life, we rockin' it
Feel the bass inside your waist
Drums of dance, we rockin' it
Ah, feel the bass inside your soul
Rockin' it, shockin' it, yes, we are
Front to front and belly to belly come on
Me and you got to dance together, let's dance
Front to front and belly to belly come on
Me and you must dance together, let's dance, me and you
Step front front back side to side
It's two step front front back side to side
Two step front front back side to side
Step side to side, step side to side
Two step open up back side to side
Two step open up back side to side
Two step open up back side to side
Back side to side, step it
Ohh, darlin', I just like to groove wit you
Come on, come on, I like it when you whisper in my ear
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but you
You're makin' me keep time one, two, three, four
Darlin' you look so fine
You do, you do, smellin like Tunisian myrrh
Ooh, you're makin' me feel high
So high, so high, so high, so high
I just got to groove wit you
Come on, come on, I just got to dance wit you, baby
Come on, come on
But you ain't got to say a thang
I already know how you came
Cause I just gots to dance wit you
Baby, you just got to dance wit me, hey
But you ain't got to one thang, why?
I know, why you came
Baby, I just got to dance wit you
Baby you just got to dance wit me, that's right
The two step front front back side to side
It's two step front front back side to side
It's two step front front back side to side
Step side to side, step side to side
Two step open up back side to side
Two step open up back side to side
Two step open up back side to side
Back side to side, then slide
Ooh baby, look at the way you groove
Got to like the way you move
Look at the way you are
Shinin' like a brilliant star
Look at the way you move
Got to like the way you groove
Look at the way you are
Shinin' like a brilliant star
Shinin' like a brilliant star
Shinin' like a brilliant star
Ohh ohh ohh, ohh my God, baby
You're doin it for me tonight, I swear, put that on my life
You're doin it for me tonight, I swear, I put that on my life
You're doin it for me tonight, I swear, I put that on my life
You're doin it for me tonight, the way you are, the way you look

[Talib Kweli]
Clear the area, stand back, nothin to see here
Keep it movin (I need the area clear)
Get back, stand back, back
Get back (we gon' have to clear all this stuff)
Get back, back, get back
[DCQ]
With Reflection Eternal
That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Tek
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on
[Talib Kweli]
It's a funky sen-sa-tion ain't it?
I'm havin a conversation wit'cho imagination
It was explainin how you was waitin, for somethin amazin
Like when it come out you out the door racin to the store (*zoom*)
It took a lot of perse-verance and patience
We was preparin for our place among the ancients
Yo basically yo' take on me ain't makin me
or breakin me and yo I hate to see a fake MC
I take out all my competition from like A to Z
Cause I get fly more frequently than a travel agency
That's what I'm made to be, hip-hop through my artery
An important part of me the soundtrack to my oddysey
It got me, rockin retardedly
Pardon me for speakin incorrect politically
Anything less would be me speakin hypocritically, and I don't do dat
You lingerie MC's I see through that
I make a point about you and your crew, go "Tru dat"
Who dat? It's the Reflection
Remember the name, slid in the game before the "2000 Season" came
Breakin the chain, usin the pain as our ammunition
to blast Babylonian towers out of position
It's the Reflection and we poppin like your ears on a plane
We make you disappear like tears in the rain
The fears in your brain is clear when I appear on the terrain
and bloody your nose
I got more lines than co-CAINE that's why you sniffin around
We diggin for different sounds to keep it hittin
Straight up the only way we gettin down with the sound is provacative
It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to give
It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to give
You got a issue with that then it ain't my problem kid
Y'all niggaz gotta eat, we gotta live, yo
We all gotta eat and gotta live, yo (yo) yo (yo) yo
[DCQ]
With Reflection Eternal
That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Ti-dek
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on
[Talib Kweli]
We remain, hotter than the blue part of the flame
I got a glock in my brain
that baffle weapons inspections like Saddam Hussein
and rocks with the impact
Gettin beat with socks filled with ten-packs of tokens
Men's backs get broken when I get open
Words more than spoken
Most of dem MC's on the first thing smokin
Leavin town at the same time causin traffic on the interstate
We stay droppin classics cause the key word is innovate
These cats is so plastic that we call 'em laminated
Tried to duplicate the style quickly got frustrated
More desperate than dudes who search people's ashtrays for clips
I burn MC's like Coca-Cola through the paint on your whip
Shit! My rhymes is like a magnifyin glass
When I shine my light through it, I burn up everything in my path
Last Dragon like Lee-roy (sho' nuff) rock for the b-boy
My rhymes are so sharp you catch cuts that key-loid(?)
Destroyed the decoy, most of y'all d-boy, my culture
It's not that I hate, y'all just p-noid cause y'all fake
Embarassed and ashamed and don't know where to put the blame
And never hesitate to call out my name!
I ain't effected by the negative
It's the Reflection and we dealin with the positive
It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to give
It's the Reflection kid
Never gotta look between the lines to get the messages
You're too sensitive, checkin out our references
The turntable and microphone specialist
It's the Reflection kid, it's the Reflection kid
It's the Reflection kid, like that like that
[DCQ]
Talib Kweli (Talib Kweli) DJ Hi-Tek (DJ Hi-Tek)
Break it down, for you and yours (y'all know what time it is)
You fuckin with Kweli, you fuckin with Brooklyn
(Tired of hearin all this) don't wanna hear none of that

[Talib Kweli] (Spoken)
Yea, so we got this tune called "For Women" right
Originally, it was by Nina Simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie
She said No Mrs.
Just Antie
She said if anybody ever called her Antie
she'd burn the whole goddamn place down
I'm over past that
Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
[Talib Kweli]
I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin'
We got in a conversation she said she a 107
Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lesson
She had her head wrapped
And long dreads that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that
Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories
Felt like an angel had been sent to me
She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black
To afro then african-american and right back to nigger
You figure she'd be bitter in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done sseen the circle of life yo
Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman
Her arms are long and she moves like song
Feet with corns, hand with callouses
But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly
And it attract a lot of energy even negative
She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy
Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been
Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped
It to the love for her children nothing else matters
What do they call her? They call her aunt Sara.
Woman singing in the background
[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain
Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual pain
Seems she only deals with losers who be usin' them games
Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain
She tried to get it where she fit in
on that American Dream mission paid tuition
For the receipt to find out her history was missing and started flippin
Seeing the world through very different eyes
People askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides
Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond
And her hair is long and straight just like sleeping beauty
See, she truly feels like she belong in 2 worlds
And that she can't relate to other girls
Her father was rich and white still livin' with his wife
But he forced himself on her mother late one night
They call it rape that's right and now she take flight
Through life with hate and spite inside her mind
That keep her up to the break of light a lot of times
(I gotta find myself) (3X)
She had to remind herself
They called her Safronia the unwanted seed
Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds
(Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) (8X)
[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in Harlem
Holdin' hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardom
Since they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin'
And now it got them generations facin' deseases
That don't kill you they just got problems
and complications that get you first
Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they scared of giving birth
How will I feed this baby?
How will I survive, how will this baby shine?
Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89
At 14 the baby hit the same streets they became her master
The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster
They bodies become adult
While they keepin' the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely grown out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin' out on the block
Up on the phone, talkin' about
(my skin is tan like the front of your hand)
(And my hair...)
(Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it,
it's alright it's fine)
(But my hips, these sweet hips of mine invite you daddy)
(And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine)
(Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady)
(I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me)
(You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I)
(Why I'm yours if you got enough money to buy)
(You better stop with the compliments we running out of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From Harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang)
Scratches + Woman singing in the background
[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)
A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds,
Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can't read
It came from God and when life get hard she always speak to him,
She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em,
She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon
In church she learned how to be patient and keep wishin',
The promise of eternal life after death for those that God bless
She swears the next baby she'll have will breathe a free breath
and get milk from a free breast,
And love beeing alive,
otherwise they'll have to give up being themselves to survive,
Being maids, cleaning ladies, maybe teachers or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts
Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born,
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs,
(But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,)
(Freedom is the ultimate goal,
life and death is small on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm awfully bitter these days
'cuz the only parents God gave me, they were slaves,)
(And it crippled me, I got the destiny of a casualty,)
(But I live through my babies and I change my reality)
(Maybe one day I'll ride back to Georgia on a train,)

Yeah
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Yeah
[Talib Kweli]
Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted
My name's honored cause my style is insane retarded
Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas
Take game farther than the put-put planes charted
The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest
My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise
All city like train bombers
Check out the pictures we painted (yeah)
More colorful than Kelis naked
Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited
Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "The Basement"
Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking
They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken
You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin
Make pigeons say, "Uh uh, no they didn't!"
Yes we did so god bless the kid yo
I got my own so I never stress his no
[Chorus]
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal.. or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas burn to this
Here we go
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeahhh)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on)
Yeah yeah
Come on come on
[Talib Kweli]
Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain
We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain
Runaways get aboard the train (come on)
You can't ignore the pain (no)
When it come down like the pouring rain
Caught the Train of Thought it clanked across the raw terrain
The cold weather break your spirit like a water main
I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame
Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains
No you can't imagine a future where this all can change
If one of us ain't free then we all to blame
So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang
It's all the same across the board we fall for game
You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name
Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine
I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame
You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
And there it is (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeahh
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yo yo yo
Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what
[Talib Kweli]
I rock for the purists and I rock for the players
I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on)
I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah)
I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah)
Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write (yeah)
Since the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike (come on)
Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah)
Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word)
Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight
The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light
We dying in spite of getting rich
That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee
Battling the tragedies and fallacies
That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality
They acting like whats going on now is distant reality
Behaving so casually that they become a casualty
Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway
They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray
Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!"
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
Check me out
yeah yeah
yeah yeah

[Rah Digga]
Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh)
Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!)
Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it)
[all] One, two, three, four
[Rah] Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (HEYYY!)
[all] One, two, three, four
[Rah] Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil
[Rah Digga]
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-C's
Type of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits
[all] One, two, three, four
[T.K] Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
by a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] One, two, three, four
[T.K] The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we take on you
[Talib Kweli]
Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's names on the map
from now until we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
when the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy
[all] One, two, three, four
[x2z] Why the fuck can't MC's MC no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound
[all] One, two, three, four
[x2z] Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush
[Xzibit]
I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list
It's like
[All] One, two, three, four..
Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..)
Yeah (here we go)

-Talib Kweli-
Here I am
Sooooouuuulllll
Step out on the block to face the sun
Creep the people in the village that raised my son
As far as days go this look like an amazing one
I feel more normal in the summer the same as the yankees won
It's like of course, what you expect less
The night about to kick off, foks is out in their best dress
Pimps and whores rising on the horizon
Ballers coppin more diamonds
Watch the ?ferrion? looking towards Zion
What's embedded in the hardest head
It's the epic lie to me and debt to a
Country that gives us no credit
So cats stealin money cash hoes cuz
That's what's expected
What's the bill when the original architect is ?kinetic?
Mummies return, so dummies can learn
Just how much Hollywood got to burn
Of our money that's hard-earned
But that really ain't my concern
As I walk the block
When the sun goes down it starts to get hot
Scorchin
[Chorus X2]
Bridge to Bama
Bring your wife, your brother, your kids, your mama
(bring everybody) (your mammy)
Shits bananas (bananas)
The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner
(picture it)
[Verse 2]
Magnetic like refrigerator poetry
Attract imimators who wanna flow like me
You know it's me, floating free
Through the ghetto were the people supposedly
Ain't trying to show no love openly
Give me your hand (yeah)
Trying to build a bridge so we can stay the course
Hi-Tek lay the track for the train of thought to run across
Come across places were faces got tracks of tears
Cuz the human race been runnin up on they backs for years
Yeah, but they don't break
They keep it movin like when I travel the land
And people other people do it
How other people go through it
I'm bridging the gap like the Black Eyed Peas
I'm lovin givin it back, to see them raise up
I'm living for that
To keep trying means you keep failing
But if you don't keep trying
That means you keep dying
What the hell, we gonna die anyway
Keep your soul live when you're here
Is what I'm trying to say
[Chorus X2]

It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck
Collaborate, break bread with, Pete Rock
Homeskillet
From the beginnin', head spinnin' hip hop
The never endin', don't stop
B-boy religion, I'll rock and claim position
Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock
Follow the greater mission, freedom marks the top
Beat 'em off the block, now cock wrap they bop
Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock
I drop steady, cripplin' non-believers like Teddy
Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you're not ready
Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder
Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder
Street hunger, the universal man works wonders
Mic and hand breakin' land, rockin' up from down under
I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it
Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?
This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages
Turn the other cheek, 'cuz this track I be smackin' it
But don't clap, 'cuz this style'll bust caps
I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back
But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul
The MC regulator, microphone detonator
My real live wanna battle niggas take a vouch
Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and 'Let da fuckin' monkey out'
Not "Hell yeah" but "Hell, yeah" in Cin' City
When I spit this here it's easy as
(1, 2, 3)
You can "Huh?" You can hear me, you ain't heard nuttin' yet
I'm live and fortified like Kweli and Mos Def
Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable
Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those
I got control but I'm wreckless in studios
I got Harmony and Thug tendancies all in my bones
No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me
Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me
We global, east, west, north, south, we robo
Hands that touch mic's get smacked 'cuz that's a no, no
Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show
When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows
It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck
Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock
Donte, Main Flo
I struggle more in tug of war, writin' rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul
They tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes
Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls
Midas Touch as it's told, writin' nuttin' less than gold
My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys
Send you out on a gerdy talkin' 'bout yo' eternity
Can't stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti
One man band on the MP and a nigga ran simply
Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can exempt me
Say he's the nicest out loud and gently
Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay
If you sign a wack contract that mean
(No weight)
Got your John Hancock on the paper to say
"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
Alright okay, I'm feelin' you, common
It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck
Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock
Main Flo, Main Flo
Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot
Measurin' blocks, releasin' this live like Desert Fox
Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals
Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals
Rob past, raw cash, facin' the God last
Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps
For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat
Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?
This rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact
We share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks
Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth
Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin' Hebrew
Big Ohio status
Homeskillet, Crunch extraordinare

(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 way from the C.O.
Cinncinnati, Ohio - that's what it is
Ay yo I'm givin' some shout-outs to my kids
I'm just a real-ass nigga from the Natti I used to drive caddies
And used to be a Pimp daddy
And now I chill in the studio, roll wit' my niggas
And we sippin' on Henny though
Yeah, I like to smoke on the hydro
Go to the club, might pick up a freaky ho
Yeah, what's up my niggas? We doin' it like that
While we in the bank countin' figures
You know how we gettin' things started down here in the Natti
You know, Come down here you kick it with me, Big D
Y'know, ride out, get cloud out, smoked out, know what I'm sayin'
Get things poppin'
You know how we do it, got the forty fluid

(talking)
If you can talk you can sing
If you can walk you can dance
That's an old proverb from Zimbabwe
You know what I mean
If you can talk you can sing
If you can walk you can dance
Yeah, and the trumpet is blown
Yeah, alright, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Alright, Wooh!
(talking)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, one more time
Yo, anybody can tell you how it is
What we putting down right here is how it is and how it could be
Reflection Eternal for real
And with that-
These cats is no match, plus they lack a certain knack for rapping
They never catch the wagon like Re-run and "What's Happening"
Since back when they had potty issues and snotty tissues we been rockin
Think you poppin next year nobody will miss you
My thoughts is too advanced for the artists on these labels
They come sweeter than sabal and softer than mashed potatoes
I tried to told you the rhymes run over emcees like Land Rovers
Took 'em back in time like Sankofa, Sankofa
We stand over the Atlantic, looking broad like a man's shoulders
The fire is trapped in a belly, ready to pop like canned soda
We outlasting, from middle passage
Touched down in New York
Cincinnatay! Big Ohio status what you thought
Money it's classic these bastards try to treat us like cattle
So life has been a constant battle, battle
Rising above the crabs in the barrel
Way too used to living in death's shadow
We stay on point like the best arrow, arrow
We hit the target accurate
Star shit, back it up
When we hit town, y'all niggas pack it up
That's how we get down, straight smash it up
Like a whip, hydroplaning
Hydro on the brain and maintaining
Game changing into subtle shit, we remain blatant
Yo, got to tell you to your face
You get replaced in this game, by Kweli
Place the face with the name
These cats drink champagne and toast to death and pain
Like slaves on a ship talking about who got the flyest chain
(talking)
Yo, we the reflection of our ancestors
We'd like to thank you for the building blocks you left us
Cause your spirit possessed us
Yo, you blessed us
Thank you very much (7x)
Yo, we the reflection of our ancestors
We'd like to thank you for the building blocks you left us
Cause your spirit possessed us
Yo, you blessed us
Thank you very much

(I waited for you....baby...)
Chorus
all alone
i sit home by the phone
i waiting for you baby!
(baby)
Through the years baby, how can you stand to hear
My pleading for you, You know I'm cryin
hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooooo....
(baby)
repeat chorus twice
Through the years baby, how can you stand to hear
My pleading for you, You know I'm cryin
hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooooo....
chorus twice
Through the years baby, how can you stand to hear
My pleading for you, You know I'm cryin
hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooooo....
chorus twice
(baby baby)