Talib Kweli & Hi Tek - Re definition lyrics
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What what what, what what, what what, what what Woaaaahhhhhhh! One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh [Talib Kweli] RE:DEFinition, turning your play into a tragedy Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately Niggaz is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no Menudo cause you pseudo, tryin to compete with reality like Xerox Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives Now the wives is widows soakin up pillows, weepin like willows Still mo' blacks is dyin, kids ain't livin they tryin _How to Make a Slave_ by Willie Lynch is still applyin Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners Rockin ever since before Prince was called The Artist Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was rockin Starter When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool before they was martyrs Life or death, if I'm choosin with every breath I'm enhancin Stop, there comes a time when you can't run [Mos Def] What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag so I run through em like, flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinkin they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab Son I'm way past the minimum, it's a verb millenium My rap's the holy gas in your bag, like Palestinians Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon from Danish rings by Entenmann's Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them (Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it! Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element from Flatbush settlement, kid posseses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddlin, makin em WOOP like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot oppresion rent who burn down your chief teepee You see me? One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin hip-hop Talib Kweli is rulin hip-hop Say we Black Star we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh Whoahhhh!
