歌曲 | Heatish |
歌手 | Hieroglyphics |
专辑 | Full Circle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lindsey, Owens, Peacock | |
Yea! I'm super colossal | |
I'll DDT any Randy Savage that can Macho | |
Watch yo' nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb | |
Stronger than Cyclops' optic nerve, you didn't thought so? | |
You just passed a paint brush to Picasso | |
I move like a bullet shot from a .50 caliber Glock | |
So challenge me not, I'm liable to drop flows | |
And OH! they know my skills | |
Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills | |
Inner smoke and still it's everlasting | |
They're saying oh, that's over kill | |
CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie in me | |
'Fore I blow this building up | |
Ughhh. Damn I'm swerving! | |
Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin | |
Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat | |
Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in | |
Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth | |
And developing my physical and mental | |
I make G's wit a pencil, expand exponentially | |
I gots to tell 'em what I been through | |
[Taiji] | |
I'm a emphatic, rap-phatic | |
Cinematic sim-tactics | |
Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic | |
Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales | |
My literary achievements | |
Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events | |
This psycho-kinetic flux when I touch the mic | |
You rappers caught up in a crux tonight | |
I bust with an exuberant lust for life | |
Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write | |
Take a stroll down lovers lane | |
And get beat to a pulp by my suckers' slang | |
I'm vulgar, vain | |
Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic | |
Profound and profane. My hock spit | |
Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it's no thang | |
For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs | |
Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor | |
Crushing percussion with this discussion I'm thrusting forth | |
To get these motherfuckers off my nuts is nothin. | |
[Casual] | |
One of them cats that you won't find easy to persuade | |
Catch me with a group of babes, (dug in)? like super Dave (HA) | |
In an Escalade | |
But who could save hip-hop when the music's made? (Hiero) | |
You looked confused Tried to take a step in my shoes | |
You couldn't touch aim or bust the weapon I use | |
You get crushed. Ice, to slush, to bum rush | |
Twenty of us that all rhyme plush (all of us) | |
I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight | |
But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light | |
Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions | |
To start a chemical reaction | |
Shot up, ? 'em all, got up before we caught up | |
In some shit, that's how we brought up | |
A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indy-racer | |
Razor sharp art... Fantasia! | |
Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static | |
Combatted by the cats I let have it | |
A money magnet |
zuo ci : Lindsey, Owens, Peacock | |
Yea! I' m super colossal | |
I' ll DDT any Randy Savage that can Macho | |
Watch yo' nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb | |
Stronger than Cyclops' optic nerve, you didn' t thought so? | |
You just passed a paint brush to Picasso | |
I move like a bullet shot from a . 50 caliber Glock | |
So challenge me not, I' m liable to drop flows | |
And OH! they know my skills | |
Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills | |
Inner smoke and still it' s everlasting | |
They' re saying oh, that' s over kill | |
CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie in me | |
' Fore I blow this building up | |
Ughhh. Damn I' m swerving! | |
Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin | |
Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat | |
Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in | |
Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth | |
And developing my physical and mental | |
I make G' s wit a pencil, expand exponentially | |
I gots to tell ' em what I been through | |
Taiji | |
I' m a emphatic, rapphatic | |
Cinematic simtactics | |
Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic | |
Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales | |
My literary achievements | |
Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events | |
This psychokinetic flux when I touch the mic | |
You rappers caught up in a crux tonight | |
I bust with an exuberant lust for life | |
Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write | |
Take a stroll down lovers lane | |
And get beat to a pulp by my suckers' slang | |
I' m vulgar, vain | |
Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic | |
Profound and profane. My hock spit | |
Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it' s no thang | |
For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs | |
Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor | |
Crushing percussion with this discussion I' m thrusting forth | |
To get these motherfuckers off my nuts is nothin. | |
Casual | |
One of them cats that you won' t find easy to persuade | |
Catch me with a group of babes, dug in? like super Dave HA | |
In an Escalade | |
But who could save hiphop when the music' s made? Hiero | |
You looked confused Tried to take a step in my shoes | |
You couldn' t touch aim or bust the weapon I use | |
You get crushed. Ice, to slush, to bum rush | |
Twenty of us that all rhyme plush all of us | |
I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight | |
But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light | |
Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions | |
To start a chemical reaction | |
Shot up, nbsp? ' em all, got up before we caught up | |
In some shit, that' s how we brought up | |
A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indyracer | |
Razor sharp art... Fantasia! | |
Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static | |
Combatted by the cats I let have it | |
A money magnet |
zuò cí : Lindsey, Owens, Peacock | |
Yea! I' m super colossal | |
I' ll DDT any Randy Savage that can Macho | |
Watch yo' nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb | |
Stronger than Cyclops' optic nerve, you didn' t thought so? | |
You just passed a paint brush to Picasso | |
I move like a bullet shot from a . 50 caliber Glock | |
So challenge me not, I' m liable to drop flows | |
And OH! they know my skills | |
Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills | |
Inner smoke and still it' s everlasting | |
They' re saying oh, that' s over kill | |
CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie in me | |
' Fore I blow this building up | |
Ughhh. Damn I' m swerving! | |
Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin | |
Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat | |
Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in | |
Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth | |
And developing my physical and mental | |
I make G' s wit a pencil, expand exponentially | |
I gots to tell ' em what I been through | |
Taiji | |
I' m a emphatic, rapphatic | |
Cinematic simtactics | |
Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic | |
Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales | |
My literary achievements | |
Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events | |
This psychokinetic flux when I touch the mic | |
You rappers caught up in a crux tonight | |
I bust with an exuberant lust for life | |
Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write | |
Take a stroll down lovers lane | |
And get beat to a pulp by my suckers' slang | |
I' m vulgar, vain | |
Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic | |
Profound and profane. My hock spit | |
Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it' s no thang | |
For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs | |
Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor | |
Crushing percussion with this discussion I' m thrusting forth | |
To get these motherfuckers off my nuts is nothin. | |
Casual | |
One of them cats that you won' t find easy to persuade | |
Catch me with a group of babes, dug in? like super Dave HA | |
In an Escalade | |
But who could save hiphop when the music' s made? Hiero | |
You looked confused Tried to take a step in my shoes | |
You couldn' t touch aim or bust the weapon I use | |
You get crushed. Ice, to slush, to bum rush | |
Twenty of us that all rhyme plush all of us | |
I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight | |
But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light | |
Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions | |
To start a chemical reaction | |
Shot up, nbsp? ' em all, got up before we caught up | |
In some shit, that' s how we brought up | |
A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indyracer | |
Razor sharp art... Fantasia! | |
Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static | |
Combatted by the cats I let have it | |
A money magnet |