Talib Kweli - On Mission (Reflection Eternal) Lyrics
*chanting in background*[Talib Kweli]Blaze one for the Brooklyn crew whatBlaze one for the Cincinnati crew, yesAnd for the whole world, and for the whole worldChorusYo Hi-Tek they still sleepinAs a right we still peakinThey still weakin, we adventurous thrill-seekinWe will begin, new ways of freakin itIt's the dawn of the MC who think before he spitOn Mission, we intercept your transmissionBringin exactly what the fans missinYou, bare witness to, the transition likeGIVE ME THAT MICROPHONE, man listenYo, I literallyObliterate MC's who rhymin pitifullyLet's get it straight like degrees of longitude and latitudeAdjust your position like your attitudeEven cats frontin had to moveNow let's begin, while you testin these better menYou get *****ed up like it's your first Friday as freshmanLetter man on the varsity team, I pipe dreamMake they cream freeze like reindeer caught up in high beamsYo it seems that they sedative like open wounds and I'm lyrically saltyAll your shit is faulty, watch me turn jams into revolutionary partiesStoppin your heart piece, while we write soliloquies wit SharpiesWe stay in the air like aerosol to carry y'allOld decrepitMC's like GeritolWe men in the mirror y'all, your career is like a metaphor for sufferingWhen we rush in, beat these niggas like percussionYou ain't touchin nuttinI give instructions and move on your weak productionDrop that African king shit and the royal flushingRespect the queen, from straight from BKStick like girls' legs when they run the Penn RelayChorus"Talib Kweli it's the Reflection" "Hi-Tek""When we livin this shit" "Out of the 7-18 we meet the51-3"[Talib Kweli]I blast through your illsuionsShatterin your shadow as I snatch the light from youWhen I want to, confusion is the conclusion you come toThat's the best you could come up witWhen your brain pattern is scattered and that's why you dropped that dumb shitClick first when we hit next when I'm dispersingCursing me like ham cuz I'm original when you're like the King James versionYou need a surgeon to put you back togetherWhen your parts is missin like aquarian gospelsWe can get more hostile without PEACEBelieve we balance positivity wit negativeLegal and illegal cuz it's relativeIf the law prevent me from being a man, then what's the deal?In the Hour of Chaos, my microphone's my Black SteelI grip it wit that sure shot feelDrivin through your mind, Hi-Tek be on the wheelsWe ride up on your heels, talkin back nowYou pop more junk than a ?thane or bird?Fallin flat on your face, you got caught trippin off your wordsExplain that ?simunicy?You oxy-moron, pimpled faced dummy goin through pubertyFlippin late night through cable channels lookin for *****You're junior-high, what could you do to meNuttin is new to me but I'm still learnin, whatHip-hop is in our hearts and we On Mission from the startTo leave our mark up on this rockToo many people is just livin *repeat*Chorus[Talib Kweli]Listen listen, huh man listenWe intercept the transmissionBringin exactly what you fans missinHi-Tek *echoes*Uh uh, Talib Kweli yoExactly what it's supposed to be yoNone of y'all niggas is close to me, yoStep back before you get your head crackedYo steppin in through set back, I never sweat thatAiyyo my man C Smith is jet-blackThat's okay though, aiyyoI build these niggas up and then I smash em to the ground like Play-DoughAnd then I lay low
