Theme From Hi-tek Lyrics - Singles - 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 on the boards, Kweli in the booth 

[Incomprehensible], come down, yo 

Like, oh my God, what do we have here? 

My man is on fire like the Ohio Players 

Throw your hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me 

The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound crispy 

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 your 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 hallogen 

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 [Incomprehensible] 

Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo, we promisin' 

'Dissect it on more high-tech shit computers wanna bite