got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye What! Say somethin, you stay frontin. It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting. Me and Tek stay way blunted. Wave running on beaches
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 *. Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
corporations. Today in order to be sane you gotta go crazy so remain. On top of the game, and master your universe like you was he-man. See me and hi tek knock you out de frame. While I'm stimulatin de brain
, keep a low pro. Come out crushin' * just for fun like Co Flow. Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go. Ridin' on the sound waves out your stereo. In the procession to your burial. Callin' Hi Tek little
' emcees (lip professin' emcees). From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D. (Let me hear you scream out loud) if you're somebody. Party to party, body to body. When we come
