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Hieroglyphics - The Who lyrics
Talking 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 niggas 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 entertainers who stimulate like vibrators? With rhymes so major YOU! Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas 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 are wroten 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 niggas on TV, they hella fake Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us The eagle eye, Mach 1, three mics They say "D" 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 Niggas keep it real in they raps which are not realistic Perfection and our poetical competitive edge Is just a reflection of how we feel shit 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 fuck 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 entertainers who stimulate like vibrators With rhymes so major YOU! Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper Yeah, Ahh |
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