Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Re:Definition, artist - Black Star. Album song Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Re:Definition |
Re: definition |
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 |
Re: definition, turning your play into a tragedy |
Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately |
Niggaz is sweet so I bet if I bit Id get a cavity |
Livin to get high, you aint 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 |
Dont 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 aint 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 Im choosin with every breath Im enhancin |
Stop, there comes a time when you cant run |
What, lyrically handsome, call collect a kings ransom |
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem |
Way out like bruce waynes mansion, move like a phantom |
Youll 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 cant have |
Sinkin they ship, like moby dick, did ahab |
Son Im way past the minimum, its a verb millenium |
My raps the holy? |
in your bag, like palestinians |
Ancient abyssinian, try to? |
the? |
Official b-boy gentlemen wont turn off at the interim |
Born inside the winter wind, day after december 10 |
These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for feminine |
Sweeter than some cinnamon the danish brings rotten to men |
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them |
(gentlemen) without a tenament more than a? |
Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin elephant |
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element |
From flatbush settlement, skin 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! |