On Mission

Blaze one for the Brooklyn crew what Blaze one for the Cincinnati crew yes And for the whole world and for the whole world [Chorus] Yo Hi Tek they still sleepin' As a right we still peakin' They still weakin' we adventurous thrill seekin' We will begin new ways of freakin' it It's the dawn of the MC who think before he spit On Mission we intercept your transmission Bringin exactly what the fans missin' You, bare witness to, the transition like Give me that microphone, man listen Yo, I literally Obliterate MC's who rhymin' pitifully Let's get it straight like degrees of longitude and latitude Adjust your position like your attitude Even cats frontin' had to move Now let's begin, while you testin' these better men You get fucked up like it's your first Friday as freshman Letter man on the varsity team, I pipe dream Make they cream freeze like reindeer caught up in high beams Yo it seems that they sedative like open wounds and I'm lyrically salty All your shit is faulty, watch me turn jams into revolutionary parties Stoppin' your heart piece, while we write soliloquies wit Sharpies We stay in the air like aerosol to carry y'all ?Over crept in? MC's like Jerotol We men in the mirror y'all, your career is like a metaphor for suffering When we rush in, beat these niggas like percussion You ain't touchin' nuttin' I give instructions and move on your weak production Drop that African king shit and the royal flushing Respect the queen, from straight from BK Stick like girls' legs when they run the Penn Relay [Chorus] "Talib Kweli it's the Reflection" "Hi-Tek" "When we livin this shit" "Out of the 7-18 we meet the 51-3" I blast through your illusions Shatterin' your shadow as I snatch the light from you When I want to, confusion is the conclusion you come to That's the best you could come up wit When your brain pattern is scattered and that's why you dropped that dumb shit Click first when we hit next when I'm dispersing Cursing me like ham 'cause I'm original when you're like the King James version You need a surgeon to put you back together When your parts is missin' like aquarian gospels We can get more hostile without peace Believe we balance positivity wit negative Legal and illegal 'cause it's relative If the law prevent me from being a man, then what's the deal? In the Hour of Chaos, my microphone's my Black Steel I grip it wit that sure shot feel Drivin' through your mind, Hi-Tek be on the wheels We ride up on your heels, talkin' back now You pop more junk than a thane or bird? Fallin' flat on your face, you got caught trippin' off your words Explain that simunicy? You oxy-moron, pimpled faced dummy goin' through puberty Flippin' late night through cable channels lookin' for nudity You're junior-high, what could you do to me Nuttin' is new to me but I'm still learnin', what Hip-hop is in our hearts and we On Mission from the start To leave our mark up on this rock Too many people is just livin' Hip-hop is in our hearts and we On Mission from the start To leave our mark up on this rock Too many people is just livin' [Chorus] Listen listen, huh man listen We intercept the transmission Bringin' exactly what you fans missin' Hi-Tek Uh uh, Talib Kweli yo Exactly what it's supposed to be yo None of y'all niggas is close to me, yo Step back before you get your head cracked Yo steppin' in through set back, I never sweat that Aiyyo my man see Smith is jet-black That's okay though, aiyyo I build these niggas up and then I smash em to the ground like Play-Dough And then I lay low