| 歌曲 | Shift Shape |
| 歌手 | Hieroglyphics |
| 专辑 | Full Circle |
| 作曲 : Adam Carter/Opio Lindsey/Jon Owens/Paulo Peacock/Damian Siguenza | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| [Casual] | |
| Hey I lie, I can't tell you none | |
| (uhuh not me nigga) | |
| Nigga get high, sacrificin' brain cells and lungs | |
| Still catch me at the mall with my foot on the wall | |
| Window shoppin', like "This'll look good on my wall" | |
| But there's no coppin' | |
| No no, not Smash | |
| Nigga did that shit before and the hoe got gased | |
| I got unlimited rhymes that I'll be givin' 'em | |
| And niggaz don't admit it at times but I be feelin' them cats | |
| Can't express how they feel in they raps | |
| Nigga prone to pop a pill and collapse | |
| Done dealin' with saps | |
| I smock slack in a Gilligan hat | |
| Gat cocked back ready for killin' them cats | |
| No not that | |
| I'm chillin' in fact | |
| I'm gettin' chillins just from spillin' these raps | |
| (you feelin that?) | |
| [Pep Love] | |
| Yeah, I stand firm and learn and earn | |
| So I can in turn be a lantern (shinin') | |
| Burn baby burn | |
| Another one bites the dust tryin' to fight with us | |
| Lies and lust we might discuss | |
| Wakin' the dead when these mics erupt | |
| Lives get touched | |
| All eyes on us | |
| We rain from the clouds and we rise from the dust | |
| Just to put it together so lush and plush | |
| Push a hush on your mush-mouth or get brushed and crushed | |
| I spill my guts to let the truth gush | |
| Come build with us or go get double-dutched | |
| I bent my intent to leave my imprint | |
| The empire flinched when the messiah is sent | |
| Hostile environments | |
| Through my ascent to the highest bit | |
| This is why I spit the flyest shit | |
| [Pep] | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| [Opio] | |
| We see through every illusion | |
| Heavy in the school of life | |
| A menace to apprentices | |
| Stars and bars | |
| Veterans and venegens | |
| Inner strength like Imhotep | |
| That's why we never miss a step | |
| [A-Plus] | |
| I'm like greased lightning | |
| When Please Write | |
| I got the Chickadees fightin' and the fleas bitin' | |
| Niggaz be showin more kids em with they sarcasm | |
| But they dont wanna spark at 'em | |
| Makin dark dissin | |
| You gettin' whipped into shape | |
| Dipped in the lake | |
| What, you thinkin' this is fake? | |
| Cold rappers getting they chickens baked (Ahh!) | |
| It's been posted, when I get toasted | |
| Fuck how it smells some chicks be acting like the don't shit | |
| Them the ones that don't get a red cent | |
| A proud nigga but yet a baller | |
| Thats how I tell em solidier | |
| Never drinkin even when I'm hella older | |
| Gettin over in ways your people never showed ya | |
| Breakin bread and doja that mission ain't never over | |
| And if you trippin' I don't care to know ya | |
| Uhoh there he go again, making sure he got dough to spend | |
| Doja to smoke and then hold it in | |
| [Opio] | |
| I'm here at last on the mic | |
| Droppin' serrin gas and follow your ass with oxygen masks [gasp] | |
| The appearin mad scientist applyin this pressure to the game | |
| Like an iron fist | |
| Even though I caught the spiders kiss from the biters its | |
| Nothing I regenerate | |
| Imitate Wolverine plus I'm pullin strings (bling) | |
| The penalty, Massive trauma to your dome | |
| Like Kennedy (damn!) | |
| The Lee Harvey Oswald of this industry (oh shit) | |
| If I'm provoked I'll be waitin in the library | |
| With the Snipers scope pointed at the driver throat | |
| Who, who? Who me? I might catch a Jack Ruby | |
| That's only if I got chains shackled to me | |
| I fire off some high-velocity from the Hiero monopoly | |
| We eat emcees like a poppy seed | |
| They found out I'm for realer, unfarmiliar | |
| Not that mainstream Elvis shit | |
| Where is Pricilla? | |
| [Pep] | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| [Opio] | |
| We see through every illusion | |
| Heavy in the school of life | |
| A menace to apprentices | |
| Stars and bars | |
| Veterans and venegens | |
| Inner strength like Imhotep | |
| That's why we never miss a step | |
| [Pep] | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| Shape shifters |
| zuò qǔ : Adam Carter Opio Lindsey Jon Owens Paulo Peacock Damian Siguenza | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| Casual | |
| Hey I lie, I can' t tell you none | |
| uhuh not me nigga | |
| Nigga get high, sacrificin' brain cells and lungs | |
| Still catch me at the mall with my foot on the wall | |
| Window shoppin', like " This' ll look good on my wall" | |
| But there' s no coppin' | |
| No no, not Smash | |
| Nigga did that shit before and the hoe got gased | |
| I got unlimited rhymes that I' ll be givin' ' em | |
| And niggaz don' t admit it at times but I be feelin' them cats | |
| Can' t express how they feel in they raps | |
| Nigga prone to pop a pill and collapse | |
| Done dealin' with saps | |
| I smock slack in a Gilligan hat | |
| Gat cocked back ready for killin' them cats | |
| No not that | |
| I' m chillin' in fact | |
| I' m gettin' chillins just from spillin' these raps | |
| you feelin that? | |
| Pep Love | |
| Yeah, I stand firm and learn and earn | |
| So I can in turn be a lantern shinin' | |
| Burn baby burn | |
| Another one bites the dust tryin' to fight with us | |
| Lies and lust we might discuss | |
| Wakin' the dead when these mics erupt | |
| Lives get touched | |
| All eyes on us | |
| We rain from the clouds and we rise from the dust | |
| Just to put it together so lush and plush | |
| Push a hush on your mushmouth or get brushed and crushed | |
| I spill my guts to let the truth gush | |
| Come build with us or go get doubledutched | |
| I bent my intent to leave my imprint | |
| The empire flinched when the messiah is sent | |
| Hostile environments | |
| Through my ascent to the highest bit | |
| This is why I spit the flyest shit | |
| Pep | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| Opio | |
| We see through every illusion | |
| Heavy in the school of life | |
| A menace to apprentices | |
| Stars and bars | |
| Veterans and venegens | |
| Inner strength like Imhotep | |
| That' s why we never miss a step | |
| APlus | |
| I' m like greased lightning | |
| When Please Write | |
| I got the Chickadees fightin' and the fleas bitin' | |
| Niggaz be showin more kids em with they sarcasm | |
| But they dont wanna spark at ' em | |
| Makin dark dissin | |
| You gettin' whipped into shape | |
| Dipped in the lake | |
| What, you thinkin' this is fake? | |
| Cold rappers getting they chickens baked Ahh! | |
| It' s been posted, when I get toasted | |
| Fuck how it smells some chicks be acting like the don' t shit | |
| Them the ones that don' t get a red cent | |
| A proud nigga but yet a baller | |
| Thats how I tell em solidier | |
| Never drinkin even when I' m hella older | |
| Gettin over in ways your people never showed ya | |
| Breakin bread and doja that mission ain' t never over | |
| And if you trippin' I don' t care to know ya | |
| Uhoh there he go again, making sure he got dough to spend | |
| Doja to smoke and then hold it in | |
| Opio | |
| I' m here at last on the mic | |
| Droppin' serrin gas and follow your ass with oxygen masks gasp | |
| The appearin mad scientist applyin this pressure to the game | |
| Like an iron fist | |
| Even though I caught the spiders kiss from the biters its | |
| Nothing I regenerate | |
| Imitate Wolverine plus I' m pullin strings bling | |
| The penalty, Massive trauma to your dome | |
| Like Kennedy damn! | |
| The Lee Harvey Oswald of this industry oh shit | |
| If I' m provoked I' ll be waitin in the library | |
| With the Snipers scope pointed at the driver throat | |
| Who, who? Who me? I might catch a Jack Ruby | |
| That' s only if I got chains shackled to me | |
| I fire off some highvelocity from the Hiero monopoly | |
| We eat emcees like a poppy seed | |
| They found out I' m for realer, unfarmiliar | |
| Not that mainstream Elvis shit | |
| Where is Pricilla? | |
| Pep | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| Opio | |
| We see through every illusion | |
| Heavy in the school of life | |
| A menace to apprentices | |
| Stars and bars | |
| Veterans and venegens | |
| Inner strength like Imhotep | |
| That' s why we never miss a step | |
| Pep | |
| We shift shape | |
| And we make shit shake | |
| We shine and get paid | |
| When this shit gets made | |
| Shape shifters |