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We Silver Surfing over soundwaves, scalpin |
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tickets to my show for twenty dollars more than face value pays |
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Curse my vowels on you holdin kids, marvel and gaze |
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I strip the tarnish off the microphone, sharp as a spade |
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Bring my plans to fruition, with intuition known to witches |
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The Hieroglyphic argonauts bombard the spot |
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with sandblasting, grand eloquence eloquent talented |
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like balance beam medalists, the seismic |
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Hi fidelity poltergeist in your amplifiers |
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Bustin from the top like snipers, niggaz hyper |
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Ventilate at the sight of the arch nemesis |
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When Phesto D walks the premises |
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I leave em mumma-fied like Tutan-khamun |
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With premonitions like Hyrahnomeus, device is incisive |
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And still be rockin the mic with arthritis |
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And blow the sleeves off your shirt, cause you'll need a life vest |
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to survive this, any anonymous character |
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from Bay Area 51 to Copernicus |
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I'm turnin kids to concrete, or be impaled |
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on the stallic mic, with the slightest impulse |
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I'm hair trigger, explode and reconstitute but bigger |
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Put the mic in the death, crane like The Vigilante |
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Manhandling, your crime family like Stan Lee |
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Branding niggaz with the Hiero, symbol and |
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adrenalin is, hallucinogenic |
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By the time the ambulance rolled up, the pharmaceuticals entered |
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They won't be able to identify ya |
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dental records on laser disk, CD, tape or vinyl |
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The Hiero, glyphics play the Iron Curtain |
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Drop the gavel on your gangster babble and face the verdic |
