Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Mission, artist - Reflection Eternal. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Mission |
| Blaze one for the Brooklyn crew what |
| Blaze one for the Cincinnati crew, yes |
| And for the whole world, and for the whole world |
| Yo Hi-Tek they still sleepin |
| As a right we still peakin |
| They still weakin, we adventurous thrill-seekin |
| We will begin, new ways of freakin it It’s the dawn of the MC who think before he spit |
| On Mission, we intercept your transmission |
| Bringin exactly what the fans missin |
| You, bare witness to, the transition like |
| GIVE ME THAT MICROPHONE, man listen |
| Yo, I literally |
| Obliterate MC’s who rhymin pitifully |
| Let’s get it straight like degrees of longitude and latitude |
| Adjust your position like your attitude |
| Even cats frontin had to move |
| Now let’s begin, while you testin these better men |
| You get fucked up like it’s your first Friday as freshman |
| Letter man on the varsity team, I pipe dream |
| Make they cream freeze like reindeer caught up in high beams |
| Yo it seems that they sedative like open wounds and I’m lyrically salty |
| All your shit is faulty, watch me turn jams into revolutionary parties |
| Stoppin your heart piece, while we write soliloquies wit Sharpies |
| We stay in the air like aerosol to carry y’all |
| Old decrepit MC’s like Geritol |
| We men in the mirror y’all, your career is like a metaphor for suffering |
| When we rush in, beat these niggas like percussion |
| You ain’t touchin nuttin |
| I give instructions and move on your weak production |
| Drop that African king shit and the royal flushing |
| Respect the queen, from straight from BK |
| Stick like girls’legs when they run the Penn Relay |
| Talib Kweli it’s the Reflection Hi-Tek |
| When we livin this shit Out of the 7−18 we meet the 51−3 |
| I blast through your illsuions |
| Shatterin your shadow as I snatch the light from you |
| When I want to, confusion is the conclusion you come to That’s the best you could come up wit |
| When your brain pattern is scattered and that’s why you dropped that dumb shit |
| Click first when we hit next when I’m dispersing |
| Cursing me like ham cuz I’m original when you’re like the King James version |
| You need a surgeon to put you back together |
| When your parts is missin like aquarian gospels |
| We can get more hostile without PEACE |
| Believe we balance positivity wit negative |
| Legal and illegal cuz it’s relative |
| If the law prevent me from being a man, then what’s the deal? |
| In the Hour of Chaos, my microphone’s my Black Steel |
| I grip it wit that sure shot feel |
| Drivin through your mind, Hi-Tek be on the wheels |
| We ride up on your heels, talkin back now |
| You pop more junk than a? |
| thane or bird? |
| Fallin flat on your face, you got caught trippin off your words |
| Explain that? |
| simunicy? |
| You oxy-moron, pimpled faced dummy goin through puberty |
| Flippin late night through cable channels lookin for nudity |
| You’re junior-high, what could you do to me |
| Nuttin is new to me but I’m still learnin, what |
| Hip-hop is in our hearts and we On Mission from the start |
| To leave our mark up on this rock |
| Too many people is just livin *repeat* |
| Listen listen, huh man listen |
| We intercept the transmission |
| Bringin exactly what you fans missin |
| Hi-Tek *echoes* |
| Uh uh, Talib Kweli yo Exactly what it’s supposed to be yo |
| None of y’all niggas is close to me, yo Step back before you get your head cracked |
| Yo steppin in through set back, I never sweat that |
| Aiyyo my man C Smith is jet-black |
| That’s okay though, aiyyo |
| I build these niggas up and then I smash em to the ground like Play-Dough |
| And then I lay low |