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Attention playersThe rules of the game have now changedPeople are no longer afraid of the truthYou call yourself an MC? Hi-Tek, hit 'em with the..Hi-Tek on the boards, Kweli in the boothMake '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 PlayersThrow yo' hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with meThe MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound cripsyKicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere, samples is hard to findWe don't just act divine, we areWe walkin upright, you lack spineI don't just write rhymesI send force through pipelines to like mindsMy light shine so bright it do be, vital like lifesignsThe night time is the right time for a battle so it's specialWhen 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 manifestoYou had any prior doubts to my skills? Time to let goHi-Tek, the beats is right beside the soundgardenTracks get in the vein like heroin the way heads be noddinOfficially, people love our company like they was miseryI'm known to blast MC's with the cannon of historyLetras de cancionesSpecifically the ones who forgot where they come fromSo it's the light that they run from like roachesWhenever the truth approachesI attack the track ferocious, never lose my focusHold this true hip-hop, closest to my heart, and you know thisNowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosisIs to grab the microphone and be the dopest, you can quote thisNiggaz sound like they injected with collagenYou followin these hollow men no honor when You bite off more than you could chew or could be swallowinSorry man I ain't got no pity for you to wallow inQuit hollerin before you get stomped out with my Solomon'sAll the way from Lynn Street, to (?)Always bringin you hot shit, aiyyo we promisin From Letras Mania