Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Theme from Hi-Tek, artist - Hi-Tek. Album song Hi-Teknology, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi-Tek
Song language: English
Theme from 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, 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 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 |
Niggas 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 |