歌曲 | See Delight |
歌手 | Hieroglyphics |
专辑 | 3rd Eye Vision |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lindsey, Peacock | |
I'm about as swift as lightning greased | |
[Opio] | |
And I'm cold like Sub-Zero feel the deep freeze | |
[Both] | |
We the ones that make you feel right | |
You need to open up your eyes and see delight | |
[Opio] | |
I'm at ease when I'm next to my keys | |
Not the narcotic | |
The Ensoniq ASR-X is my symphonic weapon | |
Stepping to these creations is like attempting to scale the Appalachian | |
Mountains | |
It's damn near impossible | |
Without rigid preparation and lots of pull | |
Delight | |
Profound lyrics spit into mics | |
Irresistible to bite on stage | |
The instrumental incites the freestyle | |
Fake MC's bust written raps | |
Pupils dilatin | |
Agonizing forgetting raps | |
While I'm shining intensely | |
Reflecting off the Hieroglyphic shield | |
For real | |
Reinventing hip hop | |
[Pep Love] | |
Open up your eyes and see delight [delight fades] | |
You better open up your eyes and see delight [delight fades] | |
[Pep Love] | |
It go, Cancer the crab is my zodiac sign | |
F.L. is the crew, I'ma let my light shine | |
We multi-faceted, feel good pharmacist at this | |
Now listen to the lyricist cease | |
And desist so we can leave em deceased | |
If not stressed till they suicidial | |
I ingest the mic | |
Just a test of sound | |
If I impressed, see delight on my face | |
In the place of mess | |
First Light | |
The recipe for Saucee, serves you right | |
You can ask Martini and Rossi | |
You don't wanna grapple with that bullshit | |
I'll pull a rabbit out my hat if I wanted trick | |
[Pep Love] | |
Open up your eyes and see delight [delight fades] | |
You better open up your eyes and see delight [delight fades] | |
[Opio] | |
What are you doing? | |
You're confused like a hermaphrodite | |
Rapping like this one or that one won't get you capped at night | |
Or shanked in the morning sun | |
At the venue | |
If you continue to disregard these warnings | |
[Pep Love] | |
Running into some problems | |
Mic to mic, you must resuscitate | |
Life in your mental state | |
Trife when we infiltrate | |
Tonight the light is felt | |
[Opio] | |
Like encountering an asteroid belt | |
You gets pelted, welted up | |
Face is green like a Celtic or Wimbly stadium | |
Center court | |
No back support | |
You just a gelatin skeleton | |
Lyric like a elephant tranquilizer | |
Impeding your development | |
[Pep Love] | |
I'm runnin amuck, dumb fucks | |
And gunning 'em up | |
They awe-struck by the light like deer | |
Game for the hunter, predator | |
Ready to taste blood | |
So blaze up a blunt and pass that shit here | |
[Opio] | |
Yeah, they need light like photosynthesis | |
Biting sentences | |
Witness to thee inventiveness | |
That you can't resist | |
Painful like a pistol whipping | |
[Pep Love] | |
Niggas is tripping they get dissed | |
I mind my business which is this | |
Ripping microphones | |
Scratching suckers off my list | |
With speed | |
A level that you can't exceed | |
I give the people what they want | |
You need to take heed | |
[Chorus] | |
[Opio] | |
You know | |
Uhhhh!!! | |
First Light |
zuo ci : Lindsey, Peacock | |
I' m about as swift as lightning greased | |
Opio | |
And I' m cold like SubZero feel the deep freeze | |
Both | |
We the ones that make you feel right | |
You need to open up your eyes and see delight | |
Opio | |
I' m at ease when I' m next to my keys | |
Not the narcotic | |
The Ensoniq ASRX is my symphonic weapon | |
Stepping to these creations is like attempting to scale the Appalachian | |
Mountains | |
It' s damn near impossible | |
Without rigid preparation and lots of pull | |
Delight | |
Profound lyrics spit into mics | |
Irresistible to bite on stage | |
The instrumental incites the freestyle | |
Fake MC' s bust written raps | |
Pupils dilatin | |
Agonizing forgetting raps | |
While I' m shining intensely | |
Reflecting off the Hieroglyphic shield | |
For real | |
Reinventing hip hop | |
Pep Love | |
Open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
You better open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
Pep Love | |
It go, Cancer the crab is my zodiac sign | |
F. L. is the crew, I' ma let my light shine | |
We multifaceted, feel good pharmacist at this | |
Now listen to the lyricist cease | |
And desist so we can leave em deceased | |
If not stressed till they suicidial | |
I ingest the mic | |
Just a test of sound | |
If I impressed, see delight on my face | |
In the place of mess | |
First Light | |
The recipe for Saucee, serves you right | |
You can ask Martini and Rossi | |
You don' t wanna grapple with that bullshit | |
I' ll pull a rabbit out my hat if I wanted trick | |
Pep Love | |
Open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
You better open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
Opio | |
What are you doing? | |
You' re confused like a hermaphrodite | |
Rapping like this one or that one won' t get you capped at night | |
Or shanked in the morning sun | |
At the venue | |
If you continue to disregard these warnings | |
Pep Love | |
Running into some problems | |
Mic to mic, you must resuscitate | |
Life in your mental state | |
Trife when we infiltrate | |
Tonight the light is felt | |
Opio | |
Like encountering an asteroid belt | |
You gets pelted, welted up | |
Face is green like a Celtic or Wimbly stadium | |
Center court | |
No back support | |
You just a gelatin skeleton | |
Lyric like a elephant tranquilizer | |
Impeding your development | |
Pep Love | |
I' m runnin amuck, dumb fucks | |
And gunning ' em up | |
They awestruck by the light like deer | |
Game for the hunter, predator | |
Ready to taste blood | |
So blaze up a blunt and pass that shit here | |
Opio | |
Yeah, they need light like photosynthesis | |
Biting sentences | |
Witness to thee inventiveness | |
That you can' t resist | |
Painful like a pistol whipping | |
Pep Love | |
Niggas is tripping they get dissed | |
I mind my business which is this | |
Ripping microphones | |
Scratching suckers off my list | |
With speed | |
A level that you can' t exceed | |
I give the people what they want | |
You need to take heed | |
Chorus | |
Opio | |
You know | |
Uhhhh!!! | |
First Light |
zuò cí : Lindsey, Peacock | |
I' m about as swift as lightning greased | |
Opio | |
And I' m cold like SubZero feel the deep freeze | |
Both | |
We the ones that make you feel right | |
You need to open up your eyes and see delight | |
Opio | |
I' m at ease when I' m next to my keys | |
Not the narcotic | |
The Ensoniq ASRX is my symphonic weapon | |
Stepping to these creations is like attempting to scale the Appalachian | |
Mountains | |
It' s damn near impossible | |
Without rigid preparation and lots of pull | |
Delight | |
Profound lyrics spit into mics | |
Irresistible to bite on stage | |
The instrumental incites the freestyle | |
Fake MC' s bust written raps | |
Pupils dilatin | |
Agonizing forgetting raps | |
While I' m shining intensely | |
Reflecting off the Hieroglyphic shield | |
For real | |
Reinventing hip hop | |
Pep Love | |
Open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
You better open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
Pep Love | |
It go, Cancer the crab is my zodiac sign | |
F. L. is the crew, I' ma let my light shine | |
We multifaceted, feel good pharmacist at this | |
Now listen to the lyricist cease | |
And desist so we can leave em deceased | |
If not stressed till they suicidial | |
I ingest the mic | |
Just a test of sound | |
If I impressed, see delight on my face | |
In the place of mess | |
First Light | |
The recipe for Saucee, serves you right | |
You can ask Martini and Rossi | |
You don' t wanna grapple with that bullshit | |
I' ll pull a rabbit out my hat if I wanted trick | |
Pep Love | |
Open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
You better open up your eyes and see delight delight fades | |
Opio | |
What are you doing? | |
You' re confused like a hermaphrodite | |
Rapping like this one or that one won' t get you capped at night | |
Or shanked in the morning sun | |
At the venue | |
If you continue to disregard these warnings | |
Pep Love | |
Running into some problems | |
Mic to mic, you must resuscitate | |
Life in your mental state | |
Trife when we infiltrate | |
Tonight the light is felt | |
Opio | |
Like encountering an asteroid belt | |
You gets pelted, welted up | |
Face is green like a Celtic or Wimbly stadium | |
Center court | |
No back support | |
You just a gelatin skeleton | |
Lyric like a elephant tranquilizer | |
Impeding your development | |
Pep Love | |
I' m runnin amuck, dumb fucks | |
And gunning ' em up | |
They awestruck by the light like deer | |
Game for the hunter, predator | |
Ready to taste blood | |
So blaze up a blunt and pass that shit here | |
Opio | |
Yeah, they need light like photosynthesis | |
Biting sentences | |
Witness to thee inventiveness | |
That you can' t resist | |
Painful like a pistol whipping | |
Pep Love | |
Niggas is tripping they get dissed | |
I mind my business which is this | |
Ripping microphones | |
Scratching suckers off my list | |
With speed | |
A level that you can' t exceed | |
I give the people what they want | |
You need to take heed | |
Chorus | |
Opio | |
You know | |
Uhhhh!!! | |
First Light |