歌曲 | No Nuts |
歌手 | Hieroglyphics |
专辑 | 3rd Eye Vision |
作词 : Jones, Peacock, Siguenza | |
Del meister, bout to heist the hijacking, come back | |
Listen to this, peep it | |
The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures | |
Replenishing with my menacing sentencing | |
Up inside this, oblige with guidance | |
From the funk expanding verb triton | |
I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek | |
To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized | |
Fuck so bad, you feel sodomized | |
Time for words to be colonized | |
To keep regards tall in size | |
Erecting the best things in life | |
My flows composed of foe-sas | |
My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm | |
I hella spurn, but my face is calm | |
Keeping the hip-hop scene vibrant | |
I come alive with good tide, it's fine, and MC's silent | |
Milestones in Hiero history | |
Led you wishin' we was never released, at least | |
Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero's gifts | |
Those that don't agree is just pleading the Fifth | |
Proceeding to enscript the code | |
that makes your brain overload and implode | |
Too much imagination got you facing defeat | |
Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat | |
It's Del with my diabolical follow-ups | |
And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing | |
With interest, and that was just an entrance | |
[Chorus:] | |
Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
It's all greater, I'ma do you a small favor | |
Deliver want we call beta | |
For ya'll and your neighbors | |
With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader | |
Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
Competition shouldn't have even shown up with No Nuts | |
We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
[Pep Love] | |
The coldcuts | |
Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up | |
I hit'em again and again | |
Trust no one | |
The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them | |
And I don't know about that diplomatic shit | |
I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho | |
I murder'em like hurdling obstacles | |
It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls | |
I'm hot pepper, that you don't wanna taste to see | |
So just watch me lace the beat gracefully | |
And ain't a nigga got a thang to say | |
My broken language slay niggas that came this way | |
Aimlessly | |
My automatic's spray reck havoc and mayhem | |
If you got something to say, come to bay | |
And get it off your chest | |
Then put it to rest | |
Another competitor bested | |
Ready to, just shut the hell up | |
Develop your skill, and get enveloped still | |
With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered | |
We delivered the russian roulette | |
You never know it might get you wet | |
I'll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss (WHO) | |
Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, | |
I'll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden | |
Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass | |
The irrelvant punk that pump fiction | |
But no, he don't want no friction | |
I got a mic addiction that I don't wanna kick | |
Mine's are original rhymes that are three-dimensional | |
Inching up to the pinnacle and cranking my engine up | |
And then I'm out with the middle finger up | |
And a perpetual "S" on my chest, just to let you know | |
We still the best | |
[Chorus:] | |
Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
It's all greater, I'ma do you a small favor | |
Deliver want we call beta | |
For ya'll and your neighbors | |
With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader | |
Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
You know what, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts | |
Competition shouldn't have even shown up with No Nuts | |
We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |
zuò cí : Jones, Peacock, Siguenza | |
Del meister, bout to heist the hijacking, come back | |
Listen to this, peep it | |
The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures | |
Replenishing with my menacing sentencing | |
Up inside this, oblige with guidance | |
From the funk expanding verb triton | |
I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek | |
To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized | |
Fuck so bad, you feel sodomized | |
Time for words to be colonized | |
To keep regards tall in size | |
Erecting the best things in life | |
My flows composed of foesas | |
My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm | |
I hella spurn, but my face is calm | |
Keeping the hiphop scene vibrant | |
I come alive with good tide, it' s fine, and MC' s silent | |
Milestones in Hiero history | |
Led you wishin' we was never released, at least | |
Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero' s gifts | |
Those that don' t agree is just pleading the Fifth | |
Proceeding to enscript the code | |
that makes your brain overload and implode | |
Too much imagination got you facing defeat | |
Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat | |
It' s Del with my diabolical followups | |
And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing | |
With interest, and that was just an entrance | |
Chorus: | |
Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
It' s all greater, I' ma do you a small favor | |
Deliver want we call beta | |
For ya' ll and your neighbors | |
With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader | |
Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
Competition shouldn' t have even shown up with No Nuts | |
We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
Pep Love | |
The coldcuts | |
Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up | |
I hit' em again and again | |
Trust no one | |
The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them | |
And I don' t know about that diplomatic shit | |
I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho | |
I murder' em like hurdling obstacles | |
It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls | |
I' m hot pepper, that you don' t wanna taste to see | |
So just watch me lace the beat gracefully | |
And ain' t a nigga got a thang to say | |
My broken language slay niggas that came this way | |
Aimlessly | |
My automatic' s spray reck havoc and mayhem | |
If you got something to say, come to bay | |
And get it off your chest | |
Then put it to rest | |
Another competitor bested | |
Ready to, just shut the hell up | |
Develop your skill, and get enveloped still | |
With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered | |
We delivered the russian roulette | |
You never know it might get you wet | |
I' ll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss WHO | |
Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, | |
I' ll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden | |
Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass | |
The irrelvant punk that pump fiction | |
But no, he don' t want no friction | |
I got a mic addiction that I don' t wanna kick | |
Mine' s are original rhymes that are threedimensional | |
Inching up to the pinnacle and cranking my engine up | |
And then I' m out with the middle finger up | |
And a perpetual " S" on my chest, just to let you know | |
We still the best | |
Chorus: | |
Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
It' s all greater, I' ma do you a small favor | |
Deliver want we call beta | |
For ya' ll and your neighbors | |
With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader | |
Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
You know what, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts | |
Competition shouldn' t have even shown up with No Nuts | |
We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |