Mics of the Roundtable 歌词
| 歌曲 | Mics of the Roundtable |
| 歌手 | Hieroglyphics |
| 专辑 | 3rd Eye Vision |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lilndsey, Lindsey ... | |
| Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop | |
| What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop | |
| [Intro/Chorus: x2] | |
| All nightin, all dayin, crusadin | |
| Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan | |
| Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin | |
| For the holy mic you takin | |
| A man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths | |
| Man you must know how to step with no power left | |
| Those words are words of the prophetess of the powerless | |
| as she professed, we became incensed, set up on a quest | |
| Totally entrenched in every flow that we dispensed | |
| Any foe'll be a cinch, cause we know that we been sent | |
| By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme | |
| You pre-millenium MC's are far behind | |
| So we off to find, the holy mic it's only right | |
| Hieroglyphics mics of the round table can hold it tight | |
| Keep it stable, collectin, scriptures and secrets | |
| Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton | |
| with the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God | |
| And evil-doers on the mic you have done your last fraud | |
| This ain't no practical joke, or anti-factual hoax | |
| But something each breath in my avioli sacs'll promote | |
| Opposing MC's will be stomped in the process or taken hostage | |
| until it is accomplished and you can't stop us | |
| Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat, let's go | |
| Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [A-Plus] | |
| Rumor has it, in a far away land | |
| The enemy's partly a devil and he's partly a man | |
| Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade | |
| from the blacksmith, plus some chainmail that fits my frame well | |
| Three Knights walking, Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y'all | |
| Sun up to night fall | |
| Despite all efforts from the sacreligious interlopers | |
| Mountains, snows, swamps, even bridges we will venture over | |
| We were amazed it took | |
| only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot | |
| Now we, better be brave 'fore we enter the cave | |
| If we don't our people will either be dead or be slaves | |
| [Tajai] | |
| I've got a, vague, feeling he's here somewhere | |
| Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears | |
| Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins, drinkin blood out of golden goblets | |
| Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet | |
| And start some conscience, so it can locate then squash us | |
| Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells | |
| Only kept the strongest on parchment | |
| Excellent swordsman and marksmen | |
| Who's souls have been tarnished, but still escaped the demon's harness | |
| Treading intrepantly upon a course | |
| So many mornings, noons and nights no snoozing | |
| Following the Northern Lights | |
| Does this Holy Mic, really exist? | |
| Or is it I'm risking my life, following visions? | |
| The Knights got my back, original is black | |
| I keep thinking that, it strengthens my attack | |
| We blaze the final sack, tribuning, then start up the stone stairs | |
| to the inner sanctum, to do our duty | |
| [Phesto D] | |
| We're prepared to shed blood and die as mortals for the Round Table | |
| If we just happen to get slaughtered, depart our coil deep in soil | |
| Her royal highness was boiled alive in turpentine | |
| Right in line with the serpentine skirt, she died cursed | |
| The whole Oligarch was torn apart before the Dark Ages eclipsed the planet | |
| So the Holy Septum known as the microphone would be in sole control | |
| We'd unfolded the scroll that told us where to go | |
| Through the mongols, the concrete jungles | |
| slipped in The Man From UNKLE, was swashbuckling | |
| beat shuffling, acrobatic attack with titanic force | |
| Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes | |
| The torch dwindled, then rekindled with flashes | |
| Right again, then I put my scimitar right up in em | |
| Venom is like a scorpion sting, retrieve the age old relic | |
| Now, I'm back to the Round Table... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop! | |
| Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop! | |
| Yeah, we shall continue |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lilndsey, Lindsey ... | |
| Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop | |
| What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop | |
| Intro Chorus: x2 | |
| All nightin, all dayin, crusadin | |
| Invadin, tryin to find out who' s Satan | |
| Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin | |
| For the holy mic you takin | |
| A man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths | |
| Man you must know how to step with no power left | |
| Those words are words of the prophetess of the powerless | |
| as she professed, we became incensed, set up on a quest | |
| Totally entrenched in every flow that we dispensed | |
| Any foe' ll be a cinch, cause we know that we been sent | |
| By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme | |
| You premillenium MC' s are far behind | |
| So we off to find, the holy mic it' s only right | |
| Hieroglyphics mics of the round table can hold it tight | |
| Keep it stable, collectin, scriptures and secrets | |
| Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton | |
| with the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God | |
| And evildoers on the mic you have done your last fraud | |
| This ain' t no practical joke, or antifactual hoax | |
| But something each breath in my avioli sacs' ll promote | |
| Opposing MC' s will be stomped in the process or taken hostage | |
| until it is accomplished and you can' t stop us | |
| Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat, let' s go | |
| Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone | |
| Chorus | |
| APlus | |
| Rumor has it, in a far away land | |
| The enemy' s partly a devil and he' s partly a man | |
| Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade | |
| from the blacksmith, plus some chainmail that fits my frame well | |
| Three Knights walking, Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y' all | |
| Sun up to night fall | |
| Despite all efforts from the sacreligious interlopers | |
| Mountains, snows, swamps, even bridges we will venture over | |
| We were amazed it took | |
| only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot | |
| Now we, better be brave ' fore we enter the cave | |
| If we don' t our people will either be dead or be slaves | |
| Tajai | |
| I' ve got a, vague, feeling he' s here somewhere | |
| Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears | |
| Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins, drinkin blood out of golden goblets | |
| Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet | |
| And start some conscience, so it can locate then squash us | |
| Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells | |
| Only kept the strongest on parchment | |
| Excellent swordsman and marksmen | |
| Who' s souls have been tarnished, but still escaped the demon' s harness | |
| Treading intrepantly upon a course | |
| So many mornings, noons and nights no snoozing | |
| Following the Northern Lights | |
| Does this Holy Mic, really exist? | |
| Or is it I' m risking my life, following visions? | |
| The Knights got my back, original is black | |
| I keep thinking that, it strengthens my attack | |
| We blaze the final sack, tribuning, then start up the stone stairs | |
| to the inner sanctum, to do our duty | |
| Phesto D | |
| We' re prepared to shed blood and die as mortals for the Round Table | |
| If we just happen to get slaughtered, depart our coil deep in soil | |
| Her royal highness was boiled alive in turpentine | |
| Right in line with the serpentine skirt, she died cursed | |
| The whole Oligarch was torn apart before the Dark Ages eclipsed the planet | |
| So the Holy Septum known as the microphone would be in sole control | |
| We' d unfolded the scroll that told us where to go | |
| Through the mongols, the concrete jungles | |
| slipped in The Man From UNKLE, was swashbuckling | |
| beat shuffling, acrobatic attack with titanic force | |
| Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes | |
| The torch dwindled, then rekindled with flashes | |
| Right again, then I put my scimitar right up in em | |
| Venom is like a scorpion sting, retrieve the age old relic | |
| Now, I' m back to the Round Table... | |
| Chorus | |
| Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop! | |
| Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop! | |
| Yeah, we shall continue |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lilndsey, Lindsey ... | |
| Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop | |
| What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop | |
| Intro Chorus: x2 | |
| All nightin, all dayin, crusadin | |
| Invadin, tryin to find out who' s Satan | |
| Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin | |
| For the holy mic you takin | |
| A man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths | |
| Man you must know how to step with no power left | |
| Those words are words of the prophetess of the powerless | |
| as she professed, we became incensed, set up on a quest | |
| Totally entrenched in every flow that we dispensed | |
| Any foe' ll be a cinch, cause we know that we been sent | |
| By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme | |
| You premillenium MC' s are far behind | |
| So we off to find, the holy mic it' s only right | |
| Hieroglyphics mics of the round table can hold it tight | |
| Keep it stable, collectin, scriptures and secrets | |
| Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton | |
| with the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God | |
| And evildoers on the mic you have done your last fraud | |
| This ain' t no practical joke, or antifactual hoax | |
| But something each breath in my avioli sacs' ll promote | |
| Opposing MC' s will be stomped in the process or taken hostage | |
| until it is accomplished and you can' t stop us | |
| Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat, let' s go | |
| Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone | |
| Chorus | |
| APlus | |
| Rumor has it, in a far away land | |
| The enemy' s partly a devil and he' s partly a man | |
| Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade | |
| from the blacksmith, plus some chainmail that fits my frame well | |
| Three Knights walking, Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y' all | |
| Sun up to night fall | |
| Despite all efforts from the sacreligious interlopers | |
| Mountains, snows, swamps, even bridges we will venture over | |
| We were amazed it took | |
| only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot | |
| Now we, better be brave ' fore we enter the cave | |
| If we don' t our people will either be dead or be slaves | |
| Tajai | |
| I' ve got a, vague, feeling he' s here somewhere | |
| Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears | |
| Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins, drinkin blood out of golden goblets | |
| Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet | |
| And start some conscience, so it can locate then squash us | |
| Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells | |
| Only kept the strongest on parchment | |
| Excellent swordsman and marksmen | |
| Who' s souls have been tarnished, but still escaped the demon' s harness | |
| Treading intrepantly upon a course | |
| So many mornings, noons and nights no snoozing | |
| Following the Northern Lights | |
| Does this Holy Mic, really exist? | |
| Or is it I' m risking my life, following visions? | |
| The Knights got my back, original is black | |
| I keep thinking that, it strengthens my attack | |
| We blaze the final sack, tribuning, then start up the stone stairs | |
| to the inner sanctum, to do our duty | |
| Phesto D | |
| We' re prepared to shed blood and die as mortals for the Round Table | |
| If we just happen to get slaughtered, depart our coil deep in soil | |
| Her royal highness was boiled alive in turpentine | |
| Right in line with the serpentine skirt, she died cursed | |
| The whole Oligarch was torn apart before the Dark Ages eclipsed the planet | |
| So the Holy Septum known as the microphone would be in sole control | |
| We' d unfolded the scroll that told us where to go | |
| Through the mongols, the concrete jungles | |
| slipped in The Man From UNKLE, was swashbuckling | |
| beat shuffling, acrobatic attack with titanic force | |
| Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes | |
| The torch dwindled, then rekindled with flashes | |
| Right again, then I put my scimitar right up in em | |
| Venom is like a scorpion sting, retrieve the age old relic | |
| Now, I' m back to the Round Table... | |
| Chorus | |
| Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop! | |
| Hieroglyphics crew, ya don' t stop! | |
| Yeah, we shall continue |
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