Miles to the Sun 歌词
| 歌曲 | Miles to the Sun |
| 歌手 | Hieroglyphics |
| 专辑 | 3rd Eye Vision |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| I don't know what you've been told | |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control | |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| our definition is the shit when we rock | |
| we got, 93 million 5 thousand flows | |
| and heres one more | |
| [Opio:] | |
| yeah I burn a gremlin escape on yo tape | |
| intricate like a diagram of the universe | |
| they cant devastate, levitate, featherweight | |
| rappers who got separation anxiety | |
| that's why they try to be just like the "H" to the third eye "RO" | |
| ..word | |
| [Tajai:] | |
| a nigga liable to flip | |
| make your pulse skip | |
| wide eyed surprised | |
| so shocking when we choppin choking talking | |
| for profit avoiding rocking stocking mass robbin | |
| and voided got you like we imported put please.. | |
| [Pep Love:] | |
| Don't get it distorted | |
| Just flashin and the music and absorb it | |
| hieroglyphics crew into orbit | |
| we gotta motivate | |
| elevate through the sky | |
| hell if it aint a big surprise | |
| how we dematerialize | |
| then reappear in front of your eyes | |
| you reach out but its light years away | |
| [Opio:] | |
| back again with the reincarnation | |
| the awakening | |
| you making green but you aint causing storms in the underground | |
| fuck around get wiped cleaned from the slate and wonder how | |
| now you miles from the sun | |
| paranoia and you carry a gun | |
| scared to death on the run | |
| [Tajai:] | |
| with no destination | |
| and no nutts with no hesitation | |
| the bonus bestowed beckoning those who know us | |
| to get the checking and oppose the owners respecting | |
| its affecting the music we grown upon | |
| and that's sho enough | |
| so enough and shined up | |
| sidewinders is sewn up your times up | |
| [Pep Love:] | |
| Mine's just beginning and im intending to infinitely exist like this | |
| taking it to another dimension | |
| discovering i got style with a twist consistently | |
| distant from the brother uttering other nonsenses | |
| we gotta keep ya braincells fluttering | |
| I don't know what you've been told | |
| but this will unfold again the distance | |
| and heed, pay attention, read the inscription | |
| we giving the night the day, how many miles away? | |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more [x3] | |
| hieroglyphics... | |
| [Tajai:] | |
| At centigrade we blaze the strats | |
| we suddenly combust spontaneous | |
| till niggas need a bomb shelter | |
| when i unveil the microphone | |
| tapping your spine like your doctor | |
| break water | |
| the kinetic poetic lyrical archer with phonetic marksmanship | |
| splittin moving targets apart with | |
| aero dynamic rhymes from the barrel leaving your mic sterile | |
| paralyze while i send you muppets | |
| by the quintuplets with your tuxedos and cufflinks | |
| bustin mabeline, get rushed disablin me to rock the show | |
| is not an option so | |
| it just don't stop | |
| [Pep Love:] | |
| listen my mind tunes releasing toxic fumes | |
| developing each track each line consumes | |
| sucka emcees in a feeding frenzy | |
| you ducks are in season | |
| up against me | |
| the immanent threat veteran | |
| that set trends | |
| getting intimate with yo bitch feminine itch | |
| style that are not appreciated on this side | |
| im all in it like a tick for blood | |
| when i collide to the top | |
| its heavier than a riptide | |
| i demolish the arena when obscene | |
| obscene things are done | |
| than after i rat a tat tat | |
| so Swiss cheese emcees i burn them with rap degrees | |
| I don't know what you've been told | |
| but when the beat proceeds you need to keep close | |
| and heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| we living this life to stay, they're many miles away | |
| I don't know what you've been told | |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control | |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| our definition is the shit when we rock | |
| we got, | |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more [x3] |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control | |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| our definition is the shit when we rock | |
| we got, 93 million 5 thousand flows | |
| and heres one more | |
| Opio: | |
| yeah I burn a gremlin escape on yo tape | |
| intricate like a diagram of the universe | |
| they cant devastate, levitate, featherweight | |
| rappers who got separation anxiety | |
| that' s why they try to be just like the " H" to the third eye " RO" | |
| .. word | |
| Tajai: | |
| a nigga liable to flip | |
| make your pulse skip | |
| wide eyed surprised | |
| so shocking when we choppin choking talking | |
| for profit avoiding rocking stocking mass robbin | |
| and voided got you like we imported put please.. | |
| Pep Love: | |
| Don' t get it distorted | |
| Just flashin and the music and absorb it | |
| hieroglyphics crew into orbit | |
| we gotta motivate | |
| elevate through the sky | |
| hell if it aint a big surprise | |
| how we dematerialize | |
| then reappear in front of your eyes | |
| you reach out but its light years away | |
| Opio: | |
| back again with the reincarnation | |
| the awakening | |
| you making green but you aint causing storms in the underground | |
| fuck around get wiped cleaned from the slate and wonder how | |
| now you miles from the sun | |
| paranoia and you carry a gun | |
| scared to death on the run | |
| Tajai: | |
| with no destination | |
| and no nutts with no hesitation | |
| the bonus bestowed beckoning those who know us | |
| to get the checking and oppose the owners respecting | |
| its affecting the music we grown upon | |
| and that' s sho enough | |
| so enough and shined up | |
| sidewinders is sewn up your times up | |
| Pep Love: | |
| Mine' s just beginning and im intending to infinitely exist like this | |
| taking it to another dimension | |
| discovering i got style with a twist consistently | |
| distant from the brother uttering other nonsenses | |
| we gotta keep ya braincells fluttering | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but this will unfold again the distance | |
| and heed, pay attention, read the inscription | |
| we giving the night the day, how many miles away? | |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more x3 | |
| hieroglyphics... | |
| Tajai: | |
| At centigrade we blaze the strats | |
| we suddenly combust spontaneous | |
| till niggas need a bomb shelter | |
| when i unveil the microphone | |
| tapping your spine like your doctor | |
| break water | |
| the kinetic poetic lyrical archer with phonetic marksmanship | |
| splittin moving targets apart with | |
| aero dynamic rhymes from the barrel leaving your mic sterile | |
| paralyze while i send you muppets | |
| by the quintuplets with your tuxedos and cufflinks | |
| bustin mabeline, get rushed disablin me to rock the show | |
| is not an option so | |
| it just don' t stop | |
| Pep Love: | |
| listen my mind tunes releasing toxic fumes | |
| developing each track each line consumes | |
| sucka emcees in a feeding frenzy | |
| you ducks are in season | |
| up against me | |
| the immanent threat veteran | |
| that set trends | |
| getting intimate with yo bitch feminine itch | |
| style that are not appreciated on this side | |
| im all in it like a tick for blood | |
| when i collide to the top | |
| its heavier than a riptide | |
| i demolish the arena when obscene | |
| obscene things are done | |
| than after i rat a tat tat | |
| so Swiss cheese emcees i burn them with rap degrees | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but when the beat proceeds you need to keep close | |
| and heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| we living this life to stay, they' re many miles away | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control | |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| our definition is the shit when we rock | |
| we got, | |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more x3 |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control | |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| our definition is the shit when we rock | |
| we got, 93 million 5 thousand flows | |
| and heres one more | |
| Opio: | |
| yeah I burn a gremlin escape on yo tape | |
| intricate like a diagram of the universe | |
| they cant devastate, levitate, featherweight | |
| rappers who got separation anxiety | |
| that' s why they try to be just like the " H" to the third eye " RO" | |
| .. word | |
| Tajai: | |
| a nigga liable to flip | |
| make your pulse skip | |
| wide eyed surprised | |
| so shocking when we choppin choking talking | |
| for profit avoiding rocking stocking mass robbin | |
| and voided got you like we imported put please.. | |
| Pep Love: | |
| Don' t get it distorted | |
| Just flashin and the music and absorb it | |
| hieroglyphics crew into orbit | |
| we gotta motivate | |
| elevate through the sky | |
| hell if it aint a big surprise | |
| how we dematerialize | |
| then reappear in front of your eyes | |
| you reach out but its light years away | |
| Opio: | |
| back again with the reincarnation | |
| the awakening | |
| you making green but you aint causing storms in the underground | |
| fuck around get wiped cleaned from the slate and wonder how | |
| now you miles from the sun | |
| paranoia and you carry a gun | |
| scared to death on the run | |
| Tajai: | |
| with no destination | |
| and no nutts with no hesitation | |
| the bonus bestowed beckoning those who know us | |
| to get the checking and oppose the owners respecting | |
| its affecting the music we grown upon | |
| and that' s sho enough | |
| so enough and shined up | |
| sidewinders is sewn up your times up | |
| Pep Love: | |
| Mine' s just beginning and im intending to infinitely exist like this | |
| taking it to another dimension | |
| discovering i got style with a twist consistently | |
| distant from the brother uttering other nonsenses | |
| we gotta keep ya braincells fluttering | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but this will unfold again the distance | |
| and heed, pay attention, read the inscription | |
| we giving the night the day, how many miles away? | |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more x3 | |
| hieroglyphics... | |
| Tajai: | |
| At centigrade we blaze the strats | |
| we suddenly combust spontaneous | |
| till niggas need a bomb shelter | |
| when i unveil the microphone | |
| tapping your spine like your doctor | |
| break water | |
| the kinetic poetic lyrical archer with phonetic marksmanship | |
| splittin moving targets apart with | |
| aero dynamic rhymes from the barrel leaving your mic sterile | |
| paralyze while i send you muppets | |
| by the quintuplets with your tuxedos and cufflinks | |
| bustin mabeline, get rushed disablin me to rock the show | |
| is not an option so | |
| it just don' t stop | |
| Pep Love: | |
| listen my mind tunes releasing toxic fumes | |
| developing each track each line consumes | |
| sucka emcees in a feeding frenzy | |
| you ducks are in season | |
| up against me | |
| the immanent threat veteran | |
| that set trends | |
| getting intimate with yo bitch feminine itch | |
| style that are not appreciated on this side | |
| im all in it like a tick for blood | |
| when i collide to the top | |
| its heavier than a riptide | |
| i demolish the arena when obscene | |
| obscene things are done | |
| than after i rat a tat tat | |
| so Swiss cheese emcees i burn them with rap degrees | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but when the beat proceeds you need to keep close | |
| and heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| we living this life to stay, they' re many miles away | |
| I don' t know what you' ve been told | |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control | |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription | |
| our definition is the shit when we rock | |
| we got, | |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more x3 |
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