Re:definition lyrics

Artist  : Black star 
Song : Re:definition
 
What what what, what what, what what, what what
Woaaaahhhhhhh!
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh
I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh
[Talib Kweli]
RE:DEFinition, turning your play into a tragedy
Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately
Niggaz is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a
cavity
Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity
We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of
me by the mad MC
who think imitation is the highest form of
flattery, actually
Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break
it to you
You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no
Menudo
cause you pseudo, tryin to compete with reality
like Xerox
Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks,
wipe them teardrops
Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with
your lives
Now the wives is widows soakin up pillows, weepin
like willows
Still mo' blacks is dyin, kids ain't livin they
tryin
_How to Make a Slave_ by Willie Lynch is still
applyin
Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners
Rockin ever since before Prince was called The
Artist
Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was rockin Starter
When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool before they
was martyrs
Life or death, if I'm choosin with every breath
I'm enhancin
Stop, there comes a time when you can't run
[Mos Def]
What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's
ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
 
Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a
phantom
You'll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag
so I run through em like, flood water through
sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have
Sinkin they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum, it's a verb
millenium
My rap's the holy gas in your bag, like
Palestinians
Ancient now descend the year, try to whole the
Gideon
Official b-boy gentlemen won't turn off at the
interim
Born inside the winter wind, day after December
10
These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for
feminine
Sweeter than some cinnamon the danish brings
rotten to men
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent
to them
(Gentlemen) without a tenament more than a
?sibilant?
Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin
elephant
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your
element
from Flatbush settlement, kid posseses melanin
Hotter than tales of crack peddlin, makin em WOOP
like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington
Broader than ? and leevee, believe me
The hot oppresion rent who burn down your chief
teepee
You see me?
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh
I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin hip-hop
Talib Kweli is rulin hip-hop
Say we Black Star we rule
hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh
Whoahhhh!