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Artist:Talib Kweli & Hi Tek
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Album:Miscellaneous
Track:RE:DEFinition
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:510
 
Lyrics: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

[Talib Kweli]
RE:DEFinition, turning your play
into a tragedy
Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately
Niggaz is sweet so I bet if I
bit I'd get a cavity
Livin to get high, you ain't 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
Don't 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 ain't 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 I'm
choosin with every breath I'm enhancin
Stop, there comes a time when you can't run


[Mos Def]
What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become
the ghetto anthem
Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
You'll 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 can't have
Sinkin they
ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, it's a verb millenium
My
rap's the holy gas in your bag, like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the
Gideon
Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim
Born inside the winter wind,
day after December 10
These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for feminine
Sweeter
than some cinnamon from Danish rings by Entenmann's
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses
sent to them
(Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it!
Leave your unit
tremblin like herds of movin elephant
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element

from Flatbush settlement, kid 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!
 
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