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Common, common
Yeah, yeah, Hi-Tek Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss Unit in the stash the beats and never found the shit Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make it I'ma give it, as far as you can take it Tried to take the safe way, told you there's a gateway to skinny Many can find it but few can climb it I'm open-minded like a pothead Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed In the climate of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle I bundle, amongst you cold motheruckers The world is bitter, like baby mothers Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us Least God and the sun love us, it's the Sun God Everywhere is broken glass Nephews smokin' squares, nieces smokin' grass Try not to say shoot around my daughter, she already know to blast Catchin' the future, don't know who threw the past It's the, year of the snake and the hidden dragon Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin' Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion In motion like cars I'm down to Earth, at times I feel closer to Mars The world is yours, I'm hopin' it's ours Some say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babies Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me From a distance niggaz tried to appraise me I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me My days be spent, behind dream's tent Through the sun the divine being is sent It's the Sun God Letters from prison sayin' we need a better religion I'm a rebel that listens from a eighty-seven position I can't crystallize the mission lies within Born to die even in death we begin It's heavy jo learnin' what we already know And carry low swing on a chariot slow Brothers stick though remindin' me of revolution If the drama comes I'ma have to, uhh, pop his gun It's the Sun God, yeah To the sun To the sun To the sun ... |
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| 3:47 |
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| 3:54 |
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| 3:40 |
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[Cormega]
Yo Tek whattup with them niggaz in Cincinnati? {*celly rings*} Word? I gotta come out there son {*ringing*} hold on one second [C] Yo [J] Hey [C] Whassup? [J] Chillin [C] Whaat? [J] Workin? [C] Yeah.. knahmsayin? [J] Well when you comin home? [C] I'ma be there later on [J] Well look we need to talk, cause.. [C] *chk* Ahh boy [J] {*laughs*} [C] Yo, listen, check this out [Cormega] Yo, last night I had a dream it had me open like a fiend And all I remember is me, you, the moon and ocean breeze My heartbeat increased like I seen approachin D's I relapsed cause of these words you spoke to me You said you want to feel me - inside you - conceal me I belong to you no other woman could steal me We mentally attached, essential in fact What you give is so real you know I had to give it back How I feel don't even matter if I ain't expressin (affection) My mind was affected you healed me (we destined) Your beauty so addictive, I can't deny your presence So pure I gotta add cut to spread you on You're all I need in this world to succeed I won't let you go cause I can see you trust me I'll never leave or deceive you, and if it's understood Then we can be together cause you treat a nigga good [Chorus: Jonell] All I need is you - in my life, to be down with me.. All I need is you - to hold me, and to make me see.. All I need is you - to be there, in my time of need.. All I need is you - I'll be there, when you need me to be.. [Cormega] When I was runnin the street I know you wanted to leave Especially the time, you found a nine in my jeans But you persevered, gave work and tears That's why I'll never desert you or hurt you yeah I used to keep feelings concealed, now I reveal 'em I was hustlin to get right, now we chillin Oh my man starin at ceiling thinkin of children And any other situation we might deal with At first, I was hesitatin, makin a commitment Now I see you different - so many ways I need a queen like a king did in great Egyptian days And it seems you've been afraid I might get into things That might put me away for years, save your fears Listen ma, let's get one thing clear I'll never leave you, deceive you, and if it's understood We can be together cause you treat a nigga good [Chorus] [Cormega] Yo, I'm not the type to have a next chick call on your phone Come see you at night and in the morning you alone I keep it real with you, like my connect you got it good I need to deal with you, have yet to leave the hood But I'm still with you everytime you need me I'm there for you If I didn't care for you why would I be here for you? You 'pear loyal, got the kid spoiled On the low I don't think I was prepared for you You cook good, look good, Boo I adore you And if you get me mad we won't fight I'll ignore you (yeah right) Just playin, but yo I'm just sayin I'm about to go, cause Hi-Tek waitin Yo son that beat ready? And guns is rusty I'm stingy with trust, you only get once to fuck me The pure white endorser, skills real like a Porsche For the cash I'm there like a stalker, uhh You say the same shit I play the game with skills like Latrell, and write so well And I gotta go to heaven cause my life is hell If I quit rap, this cook white gon' sell You niggaz got fat while I did time in jail Now it's time to pay, the rhymes you say Sound a lot like mine, but not quite as ill As my rhymin skill, I could relate to how Tyson feel My life is real, you're the fragment Of somebody else life, or shit you imagined It's like the beat make me react savage... |
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| 3:12 |
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[Jinx]
Geah, Jinx Da Juvy (uh-huh uh-huh) Hi-Tek geah Uhh, uhh.. cause anybody can get it Anybody anybody can get it (project shit) Real recognize real, uhh geah geah uhh This as real as it gets Uh-huh, this as real as it gets Aiyyo, uhh, uhh (geah) Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo [Chorus: repeat 2X] Aiyyo I'm from where they bust guns, killin and shit Thugs sellin drugs, killin the strip, dealin with bricks From my hood to why'all hood, feel this shit Real recognize real this as real as it gets [Jinx] Aiyyo, aiyyo Jinx Da Juvenile, yeah I was one of them bastards Bustin them ratchets, before this rap shit I copped coke cut it and bagged it, twelve twelve Stuffin the plastic the strip was flooded with traffic I'm from a hood where they rep in wool Lil' niggaz pants baggy, sketz(?) is long In bang-outs I leave a nigga stomach where his chest belong Now that's what you call leavin a nigga dead wrong {*bang*} I live for gunplay Deuce-fives is easy to carry but I love eights Anybody can get it, fuck Jake, I spit in a judge face Who schemin on the kid, who grillin the watch? Like if I ain't the kid who be spittin them shots Run in your crib, grippin the glock Leave yo' ass in the kitchen witcha brains in the cereal box Real recognize real whether you feel it or not [Chorus] [Jinx] Aiyyo straight out the ville before my deal slung drugs in the basement Now I'm in the booth spittin 'til my lungs cave in I gotta supply the fam So if The Source givin out five mics, I want five grams Keep a revolver cause nines jam ABG Anybody-Can-Get-It, I die for the fam Die for the love of the strip, either way I'm gonna get rich Catch the kid sunk in a 6 Jewels is heavy, flooded the wrists, my team stuff they clips Keep it gangsta a hundred percent Who think not? Who really want to see how Jinx rock like I ain't been doin this since Pampers and slingshots? (What?) Half why'all rap niggaz talk the nonsense I live this shit why'all soft as cotton While why'all was in school I was in Spofford boxin Real recognize real I keep the larcen' poppin [Chorus] [Jinx] Geah, ABG Anybody-Can-Get-It Black Jesus, Alaska, Loose Cannon Pow Wow the Don, Mil-lion (What?) This is my year, the why-2-K kid, uhh Def Jam, Rawkus, from my hood to your hood Feel this shit, this as real as it gets |
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| 3:31 |
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| 4:37 |
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| 1:48 |
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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 Niggaz 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 |
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