Binance

Theme From Hi-tek (Hi-Tek)

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' 'Dissect it on more high-tech shit computers wanna bite