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HIEROGLYPHICS lyrics : "Who"

As long as you don't put too much on it

[Verse 1]


Tonight we got the mic on cruise
With more luck than horseshoes

While we fuse together like ??
'Cause we move with ten ton thrusters
The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysms

Expand with wisdom
Musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism
And animal instinct that's in sync

Distinct, leavin' suckas extinct when we combine
The gravity hella fine, physics of mind
Inebriating, leave you gaping open

Nothing's safe in Oakland
It's potent and murder is the slogan but
We showin' you the erosion of the stereotypical

Itchin' to pull the trigger on ^!$$%s
This is all original
And brand new, fidgetin' with tracks that are rigid and

Pigeonholin rappers while collectin' dividends at the door
Ya' know [ECHOES]
And that's how it goes


[CHORUS]


Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?
Can't be no plainer

YOU!
The remainders couldn't never be that one
Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum


Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators

With rhymes so major
YOU!
Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager

^!$$%s catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper

[Verse 2]


Once again in your dimension, tension personified
Del and Hieroglyphics pollenize

We don't apolgize for gettin' places packed back-to-back
Our rank cranks just about any function
While your memory file is blank

No hankey-pankey jankey stuff goin'
Down over here no forms of raps eroding
My styles fluctuate like the Dow Jones average

While they stay savage
My cassette change shape and transform like ravage or rumble
Make the earth crumble and seperate

Fallin' to the underground
Get into your head like a metal plate
While you sit and wait for these ^!$$%s on TV, they hella fake

Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us
The eagle eye, Mach 1, three mics
Yes indeed, intuition is the tool in which I use

When enrichin' you with original stylistics
And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blowin up
With ballistic attacks

Let me just deal with the facts
^!$$%s keep it real in they raps which are not realistic
Perfection and our poetical competitive edge

Is just a reflection of how we feel %#@!
This history's impressionist microphone specialist
Catchin' bids for puttin' MCs parts in my fridge

But granted quiz it to exquisite to the highest EO
My prodigal product a diabolical melodics
Aquatic is nautical

Motion, Hiero, kenetic flotation so $#&@ ya phony radio rotation
My colossal might on the mic is optimum
Hip-hop from the Sequoia Heights populous

Gamma rays like Bruce Banner
Phase your scanner
With mind over matter I slap the curls out you girl scouts....ya know

[CHORUS]


Who? Who? Who? Who?
Are these originators rippin' cuts like sabres
In the hands of Darth Vader
YOU!

The remainders couldn't never be that one
Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum
Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators
With rhymes so major

YOU!
Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
^!$$%s catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper

Yeah, Ah

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