Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Dante Smith, Tony Cottrell, Talib Kweli
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Mos Def & Talib KweliRe:Definition Lyrics:
What what what, what what, what what, what what, woah
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
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 hair locks, 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 Funk master 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
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 millennium
My rap's hold a gat to your back, like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon
Official B-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim
Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10
These simpletons they mentionin' the synonym for feminine
Sweeter than some cinnamon from Danish rings by Entenmann's
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them
Gentlemen you got a tenement, well then assemble it
Leave your unit tremblin' like herds of movin' elephant
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element
From Flat bush settlement, skin possesses melanin'
Hotter than tales of crack peddlin', makin' 'em
Like blue gelatin', swing like Duke Ellington
Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me
The hot oppression 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, woah
Lyrics: Re:Definition, Mos Def & Talib Kweli [end]
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