This is the close up…artistically exaggerated while manifested,
Well debated, nearly infested, layered, political incorrect
But accurate, precise, calculated, apocalyptical,
Apocalyptically released….diseased…still on a mission
Mentally strong….image in High-Definition….of HipHop

How far you get depends on what your mind can bear
I caught two cases lately but I’m still here
And they ain’t gon lock me away
If they did they had a problem with rap
Simply because of the gap they’d create
‘cause lately ya man Jeefs became a part of the culture
A single man, managed to cut right through the middle man
Freelancer rap, self-employed engineer and all that
Come to the club where I perform at
And get in contact, Jeefs is touched by the masses
Actual, because they request us,
They put more than two on my head >cause they wanna test us
Tom Jeefs the MC filmed and put on BD
But he ain’t rappin ‘cause the MC’s on 4-MMC
Let’s see, the label didn’t (really) sell the DVD
No making cash off me on the M-I-C
That’s how it be,
They seek the data to see me on the streets

HiDef - the HipHop Dogma
Write shit till the sun goes up to spit harder
I’m steadily in training; don’t know where I’m aiming
But still, rhyme technique, one shot one kill
And you don’t need 5-figures to get me on a track
The essence is the music, I’ll spit unless you whack
But in fact, it’s not even bout that! Know why?
Who could keep up with semantic laser beams that I rhyme
I keep on firing,
When you’re out of timing, I’m rhyming
Like metronomes pulsed by atomic clocks
With the atmosphere of a core-meltdown, it’s hot!
Tsar Bomb attack when they bump it on the block
Don’t forget your self-evident friend before he stops
Take the words I spoke and carve em into rock
Tom Jeefs on the top they’ll see we had it locked
Crown me the king like they used to crown Pac