[Hi-Tek scratches]
[Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'"
"DJ"
[Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!"
[Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with.."
"Homeskillet"
[Homeskillet]
From the beginnin', head-spinnin' Hip-Hop
The never-endin', don't stop
B-boy religion, I'll rock and claim position (Yeah)
Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock
Follow the greater mission, freedom off the top
Beat 'em off the block, not cop, rap they bought
Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock
Drop steady, cripplin' non-believers like Teddy
Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you're not ready
Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods, and from the–
Ground, Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder
Street hunger, the universal man works wonders
Mic in hand, breakin' land, rockin' up from down under
[Crunch Extraordinare, (Hi-Tek scratches)]
I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit' it
Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?
This is the way I roll, how I deliver these packages
Turn the other cheek, 'cause this track I be smackin' it
But don't clap, 'cause the style'll bust caps
I'm jiggy and all that, but I can get control back
But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul
The MC regulator, microphone detonator
My real live Wanna Battle niggas, they can vouch
80 Sheiks throw them joints that let da fuckin' monkey out
Not "hell yeah" but "hell yeah!" Cin' City
When I spit this here it's easy as.. ("1-2-3"!)
If you can "huh?" then you can hear me, you ain't heard nothin' yet
I'm live and fortified, like Kweli and Mos Def
Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable
Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those
I got control, but I'm reckless in studios
I got Harmony and Thug tendencies all in my Bones
No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me
Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me
We global – East, West, North, South, we rumble
Hands that touch mic's get smacked, 'cause that's a no-no
Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show
When heads hear this piece they call off with no-shows
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
[Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'"
"DJ"
[Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!"
[Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with.."
[Mos Def "If You Can Huh..."] "Dante"
[Donte]
Yo... I struggle more than tug-of-war, writing rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would get galore
As a testament of goals, it was destined in my soul
They'd test it, but no question, weapons restin' my foes
Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls
Midas Touch as it's told, writing nothin' less than gold
On journeys, I March through Madness, like a tourney
Send you out on a gurney, talkin' 'bout yo' attorney ("I'm suing!")
You stand empty, search for your end like Van Impe
One man band on the MP' and a nigga ran SMPTE
Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can simply
Say "he's the nicest," out loud and gently
Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay
If you sign a wack contract that mean... ("what?")
Got your John Hancock on the paper that say
"The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
[Hi-Tek scratches]
[Mos Def "Body Rock"] "Alright OK, I'm feelin you"
[Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'"
"DJ!"
[Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!"
[Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with..."
"Main Flow..."
[Main Flow]
Words out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure the plot
Measurin' blocks, releasin' this live like Desert Fox
Head spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals
Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals
Mob past, broadcast, facin' the God-less
Spot grabs who pop laughs, jump out of stock caps
For cop cash, watch tabs, eyes on my top half
Flock fast, stock crash, hot when I drop math
It's 'ran Wrap, Air-Vac, exitin' Fairfax
We ship packs, step back, cover our bear tracks
And teach moves, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth
At least two elite few studyin' Hebrew
[Outro: Main Flo]
Big Ohio status
Homeskillet, Crunch Extraordinare
Main Flow, Donte, Hi-Tek