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Hieroglyphics baby |
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Yeah, yeah! |
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[a-plus] |
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Yo, we delicate precision i erect the prison |
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Make you respect the wisdom |
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Man i'm chillin' with these checks i'm gettin' |
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Cashola when i raps over tracks, yo i mack |
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Just to break a ho back, we spin that ass over |
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Stop hatin' before my dogs mash on ya |
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Niggas claimin' they ballers they can't even sack dosia |
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No model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova?) |
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No range rover just a moped and a crashed nova |
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Y'all speak hard but then you leave scarred |
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When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet god |
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Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start |
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Snatch your weak broad then we playin' leapfrog |
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[tajai] |
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Yeah we sometimes explicit |
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Never complicit, bust it |
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I gets busy usin' the arts of mystics |
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Break the shit down then i start to twist it |
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Blow it, into the wind |
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When i touch the microphone it's a win-win, situation |
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You placed in i'm goin' for the ball |
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It's all about concentration and placement |
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Boxin' niggas out rockin' any house |
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Any time, any where, any how, nigga feel me now? |
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Phenomenon, for the mash on the feminine |
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Off the sour mash cobwebs in my calabash |
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Blast on you scalawags |
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Then i'll blow up some power plants |
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Don't have to ask you yo how was that |
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[chorus: tajai] |
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Yeah we inter-continental |
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Multiple mentals, possessive of all essentials |
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Movin' on you minstrels |
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Man this what we off in to |
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This what we was meant to do |
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Uh yeah we inter-continental |
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Ballistic missile |
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Melt bones, flesh and gristle |
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Put away your pistol |
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Cause you gon' feel us when we hit you |
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Nigga we the hiero crew, marks |
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[casual] |
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Ay, |
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They ain't got the heart to battle us |
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Our challengers stay talentless |
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I'm imbalanced fuckin' (funabulous?) |
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No need to counteract you counter-attack us you're kinda wack |
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Engaged in static with the lymphatic pimp at it |
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Large and the thought you was still swift at it rhythmatic |
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With hard shit |
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Wordsmith versatile while jewel of the nile style |
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'll get you buried |
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They see your picture when they get your obituary |
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You scary-ass low-class ho-ass nigga |
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Broke-ass nigga you don't know cash, nigga |
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[opio] |
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Aw yeah |
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I'm like side street high speedin' |
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Sharp turnin' |
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Rack and pinion steering veerin' towards the curb & |
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Police runnin', machine-gunnin' |
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Gasoline mark fuhrman, start burnin', leave nothin' |
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No evidence just dead presidents |
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The fed's nemesis treacherous evil residents |
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Who got weapons with scopes on 'em op' squash it |
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They deep as the exorcist tryin' to cause a closed coffin |
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Man i'm on a mic show stoppin' |
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Like a loaned shotgun |
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The rest are so monotonous |
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Pseudo-scientific but you know hiero's infinite |
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Fuck a diamond i dominate concentrate |
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[chorus: tajai] |
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Yeah we inter-continental |
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Meditated mind state balanced mental |
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Movin' on you minstrels |
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Mashin' on the instrumental |
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Man that's what we meant to do |
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Uh, yeah we inter-continental |
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Ballistic missile |
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Melt bones, flesh and gristle |
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You ain't fi'n to feel shit when we hit you |
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We into you, this is the hiero crew, marks |
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[phesto dee] |
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Yeah it's metal gear for the track layer |
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Sword blaze your vertebaes up |
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Swing my laser like a space-age sensei |
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The suckers sashe |
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Backfire on the messiah |
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It's quick draw |
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Rapid fire through your rap attire |
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I side-saddle ya |
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Sciatica straddle your automatics |
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Dazzled 'em with fabulous force that's haphazardous |
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Third-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggers |
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I nailed raymond, you frail baggage |
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A stale package |
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Sharp hatchet here's johnny |
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Lyrics (rally?) |
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Draw down like salvador dali |
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Out the drawer to the hollies |
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Snatchin' bodies clowns get cracked up at the colli |
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Like niggas tryin' to 720 wind mill into our alley |
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[pep love] |
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It was written in the stone tablets |
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Hieroglyphics rippin' microphones savage |
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Puttin' imperium on the map bitch |
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Niggas be lettin' they lips flap |
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Speakin' on my crew in front the hoes |
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Dude, what kinda shit's that? |
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You bound to get slapped |
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Car-jacked and pistol smacked |
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And get your bitch kidnapped |
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And i don't even get down like that |
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But word get around quick |
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Guess you wanna hear me spit some town shit |
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Nah i got a different style, in the 99th percentile |
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While you tryin' to get down i been down with real niggas |
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That will make you wig-wiggle |
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While i'm gigglin' stickin' ya chick with the dill pickle, |
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You feel that? |
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[chorus: tajai] |
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We inter-continental |
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You corny niggas always tracin' usin' stencils |
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Mash you mentals |
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I hope you got full-dental |
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Nigga this the hiero crew, marks |
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Yeah we inter-continental |
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Ballistic missle |
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Melt bones, flesh and gristle |
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Movin' on you minstrels |
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Mashin' on the instrumental |
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Nigga this the hiero crew, marks! |