歌曲 | Dune Methane |
歌手 | Hieroglyphics |
专辑 | 3rd Eye Vision |
作词 : Lindsey, Owens, Owens | |
Rappers sellin out for the money and fame | |
But I just keep on dune methane | |
Dee-dee-da-da-dee-dee-dane | |
I just keep on dune methane | |
[Casual] | |
They only know colonial ways | |
Anything that my homie okays | |
is all right these days | |
Display recklessness, whose tek is this | |
Pointed in the window of ya coupe Lexuses | |
Follow me on my Exodus | |
My poetics will earn the respect of thus | |
An individual crushing hypocritical nothings | |
Like aluminum cans | |
Put me on the mic and I'm doomin em | |
Operation: MC Intimidation | |
Occupation: rock the place then leave relieved | |
The masta John, large like a mastodon | |
In charge of the class Cas is on | |
Some whole new shit than you bastards on | |
Bitten my old style while smash was gone | |
My infallible flows will swallow you wholes | |
Rappin bout cars and clotes you need to kill it | |
[Chorus x2] | |
[Opio] | |
I'm voices in your subconscious, knots in your intestines | |
Crescent moon attack stance if you glance at the mic | |
I'm unlike all types | |
Can't master breakin necks cause they need more gigabytes | |
I hit em twice...iced em, cold like liquid nitrogen | |
They need vitamins and ginseng | |
If you fencing with these you get stabbed in the heart | |
Me, I'm like the Highlander | |
Tapping the soul of my enemies, capturing their energies | |
Disappear from the stage like the vanisher | |
Grabbin the mic and drive a spike right through the center | |
For these niggaz all sequenced up like the spinners | |
I get the crowd high like paint thinners | |
And watch me cruise, crackle and splinter | |
They can't tackle the impenetrable sound | |
Sciences of Hieroglyphics even with assault rifles | |
And silencers, M-16s ain't hitting nothing | |
When we corrupting rappers | |
Togetherness like alpha flight when we write | |
The unmistakable interaction in your ears, outta sight | |
Fightin in a circle, we workin the mic 2 deep | |
Pass that mothafucka so I can sink my teeth in | |
Center myself, then I walk through the flames | |
AKA The Mangler, feelin no pain | |
No stranger to the danger room I'm into | |
Meditation, blood coursin through my veins | |
So the thoughts came interlaced with the taste of victory | |
I'm slippery, rippin these niggaz apart | |
From start to finish...and it don't stop (Keep on) | |
[Chorus x2] | |
[Casual] | |
Put Toure on the mixer, smooth as an elixir plus | |
The meritorious flows of us | |
Get a glorious response you're boring next to John | |
I'm the only individual not capable of having a prime-time | |
Can't capture this rapper from this present day backwoods | |
To the depths of antiquity no one can get with me | |
I used to battle Socrates rockin these same styles | |
Inventor of math and science, holdin my style | |
Showin defiance to the gangsta jargon you barkin | |
Metaphysically sparkin in psyche when mic's in my face | |
Compile salt-peter to blow up the place | |
A striver, I'm the MacGyver of the black race | |
The unforgettable prestigious speeches | |
Manifested by the northwestern regions | |
[Chorus x2] |
zuò cí : Lindsey, Owens, Owens | |
Rappers sellin out for the money and fame | |
But I just keep on dune methane | |
Deedeedadadeedeedane | |
I just keep on dune methane | |
Casual | |
They only know colonial ways | |
Anything that my homie okays | |
is all right these days | |
Display recklessness, whose tek is this | |
Pointed in the window of ya coupe Lexuses | |
Follow me on my Exodus | |
My poetics will earn the respect of thus | |
An individual crushing hypocritical nothings | |
Like aluminum cans | |
Put me on the mic and I' m doomin em | |
Operation: MC Intimidation | |
Occupation: rock the place then leave relieved | |
The masta John, large like a mastodon | |
In charge of the class Cas is on | |
Some whole new shit than you bastards on | |
Bitten my old style while smash was gone | |
My infallible flows will swallow you wholes | |
Rappin bout cars and clotes you need to kill it | |
Chorus x2 | |
Opio | |
I' m voices in your subconscious, knots in your intestines | |
Crescent moon attack stance if you glance at the mic | |
I' m unlike all types | |
Can' t master breakin necks cause they need more gigabytes | |
I hit em twice... iced em, cold like liquid nitrogen | |
They need vitamins and ginseng | |
If you fencing with these you get stabbed in the heart | |
Me, I' m like the Highlander | |
Tapping the soul of my enemies, capturing their energies | |
Disappear from the stage like the vanisher | |
Grabbin the mic and drive a spike right through the center | |
For these niggaz all sequenced up like the spinners | |
I get the crowd high like paint thinners | |
And watch me cruise, crackle and splinter | |
They can' t tackle the impenetrable sound | |
Sciences of Hieroglyphics even with assault rifles | |
And silencers, M16s ain' t hitting nothing | |
When we corrupting rappers | |
Togetherness like alpha flight when we write | |
The unmistakable interaction in your ears, outta sight | |
Fightin in a circle, we workin the mic 2 deep | |
Pass that mothafucka so I can sink my teeth in | |
Center myself, then I walk through the flames | |
AKA The Mangler, feelin no pain | |
No stranger to the danger room I' m into | |
Meditation, blood coursin through my veins | |
So the thoughts came interlaced with the taste of victory | |
I' m slippery, rippin these niggaz apart | |
From start to finish... and it don' t stop Keep on | |
Chorus x2 | |
Casual | |
Put Toure on the mixer, smooth as an elixir plus | |
The meritorious flows of us | |
Get a glorious response you' re boring next to John | |
I' m the only individual not capable of having a primetime | |
Can' t capture this rapper from this present day backwoods | |
To the depths of antiquity no one can get with me | |
I used to battle Socrates rockin these same styles | |
Inventor of math and science, holdin my style | |
Showin defiance to the gangsta jargon you barkin | |
Metaphysically sparkin in psyche when mic' s in my face | |
Compile saltpeter to blow up the place | |
A striver, I' m the MacGyver of the black race | |
The unforgettable prestigious speeches | |
Manifested by the northwestern regions | |
Chorus x2 |