Tekster: Hi-Tek. Theme from Hi-Tek.

Attention players, the rules of the game have now changed
People are no longer afraid of the truth
You call yourself an MC?
Hi-Tek on the boards, Kweli in the booth
[Incomprehensible], come down, yo

Like, oh my God, what do we have here?
My man is on fire like the Ohio Players
Throw your hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me
The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound crispy
Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere, samples is hard to find
We don't just act divine, we are, we walkin' upright, you lack spine
I don't just write rhymes, I send force through pipelines to like minds
My light shine so bright it do be, vital like lifesigns

The night time is the right time for a battle so it's special
When Cats don't just say your joint is hot, Cats say, "Yo, I respect you"
Put your fist in the air when you hear the manifesto
You had any prior doubts to my skills, time to let go
Hi-Tek, the beats is right beside the soundgarden
Tracks get in the vein like heroin the way heads be noddin'
Officially, people love our company like they was misery
I'm known to blast MC's with the cannon of history

Specifically the ones who forgot where they come from
So it's the light that they run from like roaches
Whenever the truth approaches
I attack the track ferocious, never lose my focus
Hold this true hip-hop, closest to my heart, and you know this
Nowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosis is
To grab the microphone and be the dopest, you can quote this

Niggaz sound like they injected with hallogen
You followin' these hollow men no honor when
You bite off more than you could chew or could be swallowin'
Sorry man, I ain't got no pity for you to wallow in
Quit hollerin' before you get stomped out with my Solomon's
All the way from Lynn Street, to [Incomprehensible]
Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo, we promisin'

'Dissect it on more high-tech shit computers wanna bite