| Song | Re:Definition |
| Artist | Black Star |
| Album | Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star |
| [00:10.473] | One, two, three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli |
| [00:14.880] | We came to rock it on to the tip-top |
| [00:17.400] | Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh |
| [00:21.027] | I said, one, two, three, Black Star shine eternally |
| [00:25.326] | We came to rock it on to the tip-top |
| [00:28.141] | And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh |
| [00:31.561] | Redefinition, turning your play into a tragedy |
| [00:34.260] | Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately |
| [00:37.046] | Niggas is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity |
| [00:39.490] | Living to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity |
| [00:42.139] | We die hard like the battery thrown in the back of me by the mad MC |
| [00:45.328] | Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually |
| [00:47.864] | Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you |
| [00:50.502] | You get kicked into obscurity like judo—no, Menudo |
| [00:53.235] | Cause You pseudo, trying to compete with reality like Xerox |
| [00:55.913] | Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops |
| [00:58.582] | Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives |
| [01:01.349] | Now the wives is widows soaking up pillows, weeping like willows |
| [01:03.852] | Still more blacks is dying, cause they live and they trying |
| [01:06.377] | "How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applying |
| [01:08.984] | Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners |
| [01:11.782] | Rocking ever since before Prince was called The Artist |
| [01:14.450] | Rocking before Funkmaster Flex was rocking Starter |
| [01:17.278] | When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool, before they was martyrs |
| [01:19.767] | Life or death, if I'm choosing with every breath I'm enhancing |
| [01:22.500] | Stop, there comes a time when you can't run |
| [01:24.871] | What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom |
| [01:27.799] | Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem |
| [01:30.530] | Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom |
| [01:33.980] | You'll talk about me to your grandsons |
| [01:36.184] | Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags |
| [01:38.395] | So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags |
| [01:40.964] | Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have |
| [01:43.539] | Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab |
| [01:46.278] | Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium |
| [01:49.174] | My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians |
| [01:51.901] | Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon |
| [01:54.411] | Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim |
| [01:57.270] | Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 |
| [02:00.030] | These simpletons they mentioned in |
| [02:01.347] | The synonym for feminine |
| [02:02.693] | Sweeter than some cinnamon |
| [02:04.114] | The Danish rings by Entenmann's |
| [02:05.238] | Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them |
| [02:07.907] | (Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it! |
| [02:10.710] | Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant |
| [02:13.197] | Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element |
| [02:16.090] | From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin |
| [02:18.600] | Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP |
| [02:21.696] | Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington |
| [02:23.792] | Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me |
| [02:26.601] | The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee |
| [02:29.120] | You see me? |
| [02:30.270] | One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli |
| [02:33.496] | We came to rock it on to the tip-top |
| [02:36.035] | Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh |
| [02:39.939] | I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally |
| [02:44.042] | We came to rock it on to the tip-top |
| [02:46.711] | Because we ruling hip-hop, yes we is rulin hip-hop |
| [02:52.085] | Talib Kweli is ruling hip-hop |
| [02:54.562] | Say we Black Star, we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh |
| [02:59.109] | Whoahhhh! |
| [00:10.473] | One, two, three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli |
| [00:14.880] | We came to rock it on to the tiptop |
| [00:17.400] | Best alliance in hiphop, wayohh |
| [00:21.027] | I said, one, two, three, Black Star shine eternally |
| [00:25.326] | We came to rock it on to the tiptop |
| [00:28.141] | And HiTek make the beat drop, wayohh |
| [00:31.561] | Redefinition, turning your play into a tragedy |
| [00:34.260] | Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately |
| [00:37.046] | Niggas is sweet so I bet if I bit I' d get a cavity |
| [00:39.490] | Living to get high, you ain' t flyer than gravity |
| [00:42.139] | We die hard like the battery thrown in the back of me by the mad MC |
| [00:45.328] | Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually |
| [00:47.864] | Don' t be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you |
| [00:50.502] | You get kicked into obscurity like judo no, Menudo |
| [00:53.235] | Cause You pseudo, trying to compete with reality like Xerox |
| [00:55.913] | Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops |
| [00:58.582] | Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives |
| [01:01.349] | Now the wives is widows soaking up pillows, weeping like willows |
| [01:03.852] | Still more blacks is dying, cause they live and they trying |
| [01:06.377] | " How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applying |
| [01:08.984] | Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners |
| [01:11.782] | Rocking ever since before Prince was called The Artist |
| [01:14.450] | Rocking before Funkmaster Flex was rocking Starter |
| [01:17.278] | When ' Pac and Biggie was still cool, before they was martyrs |
| [01:19.767] | Life or death, if I' m choosing with every breath I' m enhancing |
| [01:22.500] | Stop, there comes a time when you can' t run |
| [01:24.871] | What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king' s ransom |
| [01:27.799] | Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem |
| [01:30.530] | Way out like Bruce Wayne' s mansion, move like a phantom |
| [01:33.980] | You' ll talk about me to your grandsons |
| [01:36.184] | Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags |
| [01:38.395] | So I run through ' em like flood water through sandbags |
| [01:40.964] | Competition is mad, what I got, they can' t have |
| [01:43.539] | Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab |
| [01:46.278] | Son I' m way past the minimum, entering millennium |
| [01:49.174] | My raps will hold a gat to your back like Palestinians |
| [01:51.901] | Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon |
| [01:54.411] | Official bboy gentlemen, long term, never the interim |
| [01:57.270] | Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 |
| [02:00.030] | These simpletons they mentioned in |
| [02:01.347] | The synonym for feminine |
| [02:02.693] | Sweeter than some cinnamon |
| [02:04.114] | The Danish rings by Entenmann' s |
| [02:05.238] | Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them |
| [02:07.907] | Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then assemble it! |
| [02:10.710] | Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant |
| [02:13.197] | Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element |
| [02:16.090] | From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin |
| [02:18.600] | Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making em WOOP |
| [02:21.696] | Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington |
| [02:23.792] | Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me |
| [02:26.601] | The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee |
| [02:29.120] | You see me? |
| [02:30.270] | One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli |
| [02:33.496] | We came to rock it on to the tiptop |
| [02:36.035] | Best alliance in hiphop, wayohh |
| [02:39.939] | I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally |
| [02:44.042] | We came to rock it on to the tiptop |
| [02:46.711] | Because we ruling hiphop, yes we is rulin hiphop |
| [02:52.085] | Talib Kweli is ruling hiphop |
| [02:54.562] | Say we Black Star, we rule hiphopahahhahahhahh |
| [02:59.109] | Whoahhhh! |