- Votes:
- Composers:
- Talib Kweli Greene
- Dante Smith
- Tony Cottrell
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- east coast hip hop
- rap
- underground hip hop
 
- See also:
Blackstar - Definition lyrics
Hello everybody, recording live from somewhere
 Lord, Lord have mercy
 All nice an' peace an' true, follow me now, we say
 Say, "Hi-Tek, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
 Say, "J. Rawls, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
 Redefinition, say, "You're rulin' hip hop"
 Say, "Black Star, come to rock it"
 Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
 The whole an' not the half of it, vocals an' not the math of it
 Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
 Me an' Kweli close like Bethlehem an' Nazareth
 After this you be pressin' rewind on top your master disk
 Shinin' like an asterisk, for all those that be gatherin'
 Connectin' like a round house, from the townhouse to the tenements
 'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, [Incomprehensible] heavy regiments
 Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn, see that?
 Bound to take it all kid, believe that
 From where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at
 Talib Kweli, E.Kwelity, yo' tell them where we be at
 Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
 In cash, we trust 'cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
 What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
 Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense
 My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
 People thinkin' MC is short hand for 'Mis Conception'
 Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
 That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate
 Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body
 You must know Karate or think your soul is 'Bulletproof' like Sade
 Stop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary
 An' maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary
 Third rate teacher readin' an' talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin'"
 Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type
 Who'd have thought they was frontin'?"
 Talkin' loud like you in R.C.A, get carted away
 With body parts an' trays, what a way to start your day, yo, it's like
 One, two, three
 Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
 We came to rock it on to the tip topBlackstar - Definition - http://motolyrics.com/blackstar/definition-lyrics.html
 Best alliance in hip hop, why oh
 I said one, two, three
 It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
 They shot Tupac an' Biggie
 Too much violence in hip hop, why oh
 I said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it
 So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook, where we're livin' at
 Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' an' bubblin'
 It ain't about production an' what else we discussin'?
 When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
 Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot nosed
 Colossal, true original B. Boy apostle
 Standin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo
 You think you the shit, somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
 It could be your crew or click
 Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with
 Consider me the entity within the industry
 Without a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity
 Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly
 My name is in the middle of E.Kwelity
 People follow me an' other cats, they hear him flow
 An' assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano
 Still sippin', wishin' well, water imported from Pluto
 Three hundred an' sixty milliliters for all our believers
 In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
 In the jungle with the leaders, we the lions, you the cheetahs
 A Cypher will complete us, if we come through your receivers
 You can play us an' repeat us an' then take us home an' read us
 Line for line, good Jesus, Mos Def an' Kweli
 Just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' of it ease up
 One, two, three
 Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
 We came to rock it on to the tip top
 Best alliance in hip hop, why oh
 I said one, two, three
 It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
 They shot Tupac an' Biggie
 Hold your head when the beat drop, why oh











