Lyrics Just Begun (feat. Jay Electronica, J. Cole and Mos Def) - Hi-Tek , Talib Kweli

Oh, yes indeed
I like this, I like this
Ayo, Hi-Tek
Do me a favour, man, speed it up a lil bit

From the intro, you know I'm so influential
Cause I'm glowing like a candle
The focus is so essential, dog, what you tryna get into?
I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue
They snitching like Donnie Brasco, I'm counting like Monte Cristo
The ghetto full of betrayal like Iago and Othello
Your fellow neighbor will slay you, they'll smoke you like cigarillos
Police, want that info, they'll grill 'em like Portobellos
I'm murderin' instrumentals
Cause I rap with the conscience of villains, killers and monsters
So revealin' and honest
I'm still fulfillin' the promise
So nice, I kill 'em with kindness
Hittin' like Muhammad Ali, you more like Tatyana
All this is probably karma, you dishonoured the father
Whether it's God Almighty, or the almighty dollar
We follow the prophets like Islamics or the Dalai Lama
Your bullet points so hollow they could prolly pierce body armor (uh)
Look in the scope, my people still a target (uh)

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown
Feeling out of place as I whistle the cab down
"If I tip extra, can I huff a cig?"
Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge, uh
I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semmi was
Tryna get the lobby door open from a semi-buzz
I just wanna go to the slum
And throw my money on the floor like the Notorious BUM, uh
Build a home, teach a class, start a revolution
Free the mind, heal the body, talkin' evolution
This that Black Elohim Anunnaki rap
That Farrakhan, Hakeem Olajuwon, Q*ddafi rap
I dedicate this to my niggas in New Orleans
Rockin' black and gold stockin' caps, and fleur-de-lis Shockey hats
I'm in the courtroom screamin' "Who Dat?!" on the devil
Servin' gumbo with a shovel, dawg, I'm on another level
Me and Kweli come together like two pieces of metal
We magnetizin' the ghetto

Yeah, now here's the memo
I'm a rebel without a cause, a bezel without no flaws
And shawty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers
Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet I'm about to ball
And never let up, look how I just crept up without applause
Fed up with all the frauds, and left y'all without a job
The center of attention, this is clever, I'm Pau Gasol
Really, though, I'm LeBron
Really, don't got my mind on this new school of rappers
I will really go Columbine
And throw up the diamond sign
Boy, you know I'mma shine
Flow is in Ramadan
'Cause couple years ago, the game had they pajamas on
But now they on my dick, man, I should throw a condom on
Ay, cause a nigga comin' raw like I ain't got one on
And I ain't stoppin' nor coppin' no pleas
I just lock-and-load, squeeze
Dawg, I'm on a higher level, I'm on top of nosebleeds
Niggas say they sick, but when they rock, they don't sneeze
Like that nigga on the block waving his Glock, but won't squeeze
Please ... hey

Look, hold your applause until the ceremony end
Yours truly, truly blessed, yet again a noble pla-anted
Supermagic, abracadabra kid
Mysterious master djinn, blacker pen
Arrowhead with the long-barrel stem, and his apparel fresh
Harbour lights shinin' out the black power grid
With the Black Power grip, and pure power don't power trip
Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip
The Gladwell point and Babylon Palace
All about nothing, where it's all about the dollar
And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market
The Devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner
Get off him, there is not a parcel or a portion
Or a measure of a fortune more awesome, gorgeous
The funky Four Horsemen and one more with
Hi-Tek on the score, once more, of course
You're welcome, thanks
Appreciation for your participation
Special dedication
Celebration ... bitches!