Theme From Hi-Tek

[Talib Kweli] 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, taken 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 ripe inside your 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 canon 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 could quote this Niggas 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 Lyn Street, to Jerolamen Always bringin you hot shit – aiyyo, we promisin' [Outro: Common sample, scratched by Hi-Tek] "Dissect it, I'm on more high-tech shit – computers wanna bite"