| 作曲 : Cottrell, Green | |
| Talib Kweli: | |
| 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, hit 'em with the.. | |
| Hi-Tek on the boards, Kweli in the booth | |
| Make 'em feel it in they bones with the.. | |
| Come down yo.. | |
| Like, oh my God, what do we have here ? | |
| My man is on fire like the Ohio Players | |
| Throw yo' hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me | |
| The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound cripsy | |
| 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 yo' 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 sound garden | |
| 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 collagen | |
| 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 (?) | |
| Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo we promisin' | |
| --"Dissect it on more high-tech shit computers wanna bite"-- |
| zuo qu : Cottrell, Green | |
| Talib Kweli: | |
| Attention players | |
| The rules of the game have now changed | |
| People are no longer afraid of the truth | |
| You call yourself an MC nbsp? HiTek, hit ' em with the.. | |
| HiTek on the boards, Kweli in the booth | |
| Make ' em feel it in they bones with the.. | |
| Come down yo.. | |
| Like, oh my God, what do we have here nbsp? | |
| My man is on fire like the Ohio Players | |
| Throw yo' hands in the air, keep ' em there if you with me | |
| The MPC60 is rare, but it still sound cripsy | |
| 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 yo' fist in the air when you hear the manifesto | |
| You had any prior doubts to my skills? Time to let go | |
| HiTek, the beats is right beside the sound garden | |
| 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 hiphop, 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 collagen | |
| 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 ? | |
| Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo we promisin' | |
| " Dissect it on more hightech shit computers wanna bite" |
| zuò qǔ : Cottrell, Green | |
| Talib Kweli: | |
| Attention players | |
| The rules of the game have now changed | |
| People are no longer afraid of the truth | |
| You call yourself an MC nbsp? HiTek, hit ' em with the.. | |
| HiTek on the boards, Kweli in the booth | |
| Make ' em feel it in they bones with the.. | |
| Come down yo.. | |
| Like, oh my God, what do we have here nbsp? | |
| My man is on fire like the Ohio Players | |
| Throw yo' hands in the air, keep ' em there if you with me | |
| The MPC60 is rare, but it still sound cripsy | |
| 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 yo' fist in the air when you hear the manifesto | |
| You had any prior doubts to my skills? Time to let go | |
| HiTek, the beats is right beside the sound garden | |
| 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 hiphop, 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 collagen | |
| 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 ? | |
| Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo we promisin' | |
| " Dissect it on more hightech shit computers wanna bite" |
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