Re:Definition
Black Star
3:03Hello everybody, recording live from somewhere Lord, Lord have mercy All nice an' peace an' true (this is timeless) follow me (follow me, c'mon) now, we say Say, Hi-Tek, yes, you're rulin' hip hop (put your hands up) Say, J. Rawls, (c'mon, c'mon) yes, you're rulin' hip hop, (put your hands up) Redefinition, say, you're rulin' hip hop (put your hands up) Say, Black Star, come to rock it Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole an' not the half of it, vocals an' not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with accurate assassin shit Me an' Kweli close like Bethlehem an' Nazareth (now) After this you be pressin' rewind on top your master disk Shinin' like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin' Connectin' like a round house from the town house to the tenements 'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, y'all my heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn, (what?) See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin' tree at to where the police be at Talib Kweli, equality, yo' tell them where we be at Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash, we trust 'cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents (now) it's intense Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin' MC is shorthand for misconception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body You must know Karate (hit me like a slow bullet) or think your soul is 'Bulletproof' like Sade Stop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary An' maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary (now) Third rate teacher (now) readin' an' talkin about, I knew he'd amount to nothin' Neighbors like, He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin'? Talkin' loud like you in R.C.A, get carted away, with body parts an' trays, what a way to start your day Yo, it's like, one, two, three, (c'mon), Mos Def an' Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top, (c'mon) best alliance in hip hop, why oh I said one, two, three, it's kinda dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac an' Biggie, too much violence in hip hop, why oh I said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook, where we're livin' at Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' an' bubblin' It ain't about production an' what else we discussin'? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed Colossal, true original (now) B. Boy apostle Standin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo You think you the shit, somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click, or some random kid you smoked Buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry, without a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of E.Kwelity, people follow me an' other cats, they hear him flow An' assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano Still sippin', wishin' well, water imported from Pluto Three hundred an' sixty milliliters for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us In the jungle with the leaders, we the lions, you the cheetahs A Cypher (now) will complete us, if we come through your receivers You can play us an' repeat us an' then take us home an' read us Line for line, good Jesus, Mos Def an' Kweli Just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' of it ease up (now) One, two, three (c'mon, c'mon) Mos Def an' Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top (c'mon), best alliance in hip hop, why oh I said (now) one, two, three, it's kinda dangerous to be an emcee They shot Tupac an' Biggie, hold your head when the beat drop, why oh