Breakin' bread - Hi-Tek

«DJ»

«Hi-Tek y’all» -] Inspectah Deck

«Collaborate, break bread with.»

-] Pete Rock

«Homeskillet»

From the beginnin, head-spinnin hip-hop

The never-endin, don’t stop

B-boy religion.

I’ll rock and claim position

Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock

Follow the greater mission, freedom marks the top

Beat 'em off the block, now cock-wrap they bop

Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock

I drop steady, cripplin non-believers like Teddy

Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you’re not ready

Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder

Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder

Street hunger, the universal man works wonders

Mic and hand breakin land, rockin up from down under

I got sound control and I’m kinda slick wit it

Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?

This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages

Turn the other cheek, cuz this track I be smackin it

But don’t clap, cuz this style’ll bust caps

I’m jiggy and all that, black and get control back

But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul

The MC regulator, microphone detonator

My real live wanna battle niggas take a vouch

Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and +Let Da fuckin Monkey Out+

Not «Hell yeah» but «Hell, yeah» in Cin' City

When I spit this here it’s easy as.

+You Can «Huh?»

You Can Hear Me+, you ain’t heard nuttin yet

I’m +Live+ and +Fortified+ like Kweli and Mos Def

Practice the incredible, shit ain’t even competable

Due to that I’m technical, TKO’s I got those

I got control but I’m wreckless in studios

I got Harmony and Thug tendancies all in my Bones

No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me

Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me

We global, East, West, North, South, we robo

Hands that touch mic’s get smacked cuz that’s a no-no

Who rock the mic?

Yo, we take the whole show

When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows

«It's like the A to B to the C, it’s easy as.»

«DJ»

«Hi-Tek y’all» -] Inspectah Deck

«Collaborate, break bread with.»

-] Pete Rock

«Donte» -] Main Flo

I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score

Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law

As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul

They tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes

Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls

Midas Touch as it’s told, writin nuttin less than gold

My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys

Send you out on a gerdy talkin 'bout yo' eternity

Can’t stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti

One man band on the MP and a nigga ran simply

Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can exempt me

Say he’s the nicest out loud and gently

Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay

If you sign a wack contract that mean.

(no weight)

Got your John Hancock on the paper to say

«The band locked and don’t know, dough flow your way»

«Alright OK, I’m feelin you» -] Common

«It's like the A to B to the C, it’s easy as.»

«DJ»

«Hi-Tek y’all» -] Inspectah Deck

«Collaborate, break bread with.»

-] Pete Rock

«Main Flo» -] Main Flo

Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot

Measurin blocks, releasin this live like Desert Fox

Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals

Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals

Rob past, raw cash, facin the God last

Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps

For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat

Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?

This rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact

We share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks

Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth

Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin Hebrew

Big Ohio status

Homeskillet, Crunch extraordinare

Main Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek