The hieroglyphics crew mics of the table mc's parade on stage Like we the Get by the dragnet cascade Now on you can imagine
It's mo', mo' deadly a 64 The same m.o., I'll you slow you hear me for the first time It's like you seen 5-0 with a trunk of dope You start to speak, choke like a ho doin' deep Next thing you know your kickin' my raps of your own your intrumental Create your new style, can't even to hit the beat like that 'till you heard our on wax
Take a hit, I get into brain like an opium stick Feel it deep in your blood Experience the quickening, the appears to be flickering 'cause I'm hitting you from perspective No weapons or Just style Travel miles over all got (? ? ? ? ) I make like jupiter, slam into earth And the gets worse on the next verse
we came to groove tonight, can't stop, won't stop 'till we the mic (4x)
Steppin' to Like touching a thermonuclear Enters my style, is the child And be so much potential you should not come close Death is the And I'm not you ready to go
Opio, move I make has a strategy Graphically scenarios like ken nordine While you snorting coke lines I lines thwarting all attempts to undermine hiero to nothin', all sting like professor x Step in the circle it complex No the lyrical hanging Necks snap the impact Your turns black from the rap
Yeah, but now it's time to my peace To muthaphuckas who more out of life than just jeeps And freaks who whatever in the dope ass speech a smoke-out, freestylin' With sirens down the street it can't stop, won't stop like a hit and run I guess (? ? ? ? ) mc's work is never But cool I love to battle you ass crews Hit 'em the 012 And with my pockets full
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