The hieroglyphics crew mics of the table mc's parade on stage Like we the Get by the dragnet Lyrics Now on you can this
It's mo', mo' deadly a 64 The m.o., I'll kill you slow When you me for the first time It's you seen 5-0 with a trunk full of dope You start to speak, like a ho doin' deep throat Next thing you know your kickin' my raps instead of own your intrumental Create your new style, can't even think to hit the beat that 'till you our sound on wax
Take a hit, I get into your like an opium stick Feel it in your blood vessels Experience the quickening, the appears to be flickering 'cause I'm hitting you from perspective No or projectiles Just style Travel miles all terrains got (? ? ? ? ) I make like jupiter, slam into earth And the shit worse on the next verse
Chorus: we to groove tonight, can't stop, won't stop we move the mic (4x)
Steppin' to touching a thermonuclear conduit Enters my style, is the charged And be with so much That you should not close is the unknown And I'm not sure you to go
Opio, each move I has a strategy describing scenarios like ken nordine While you were snorting lines I wrote lines thwarting all to undermine hiero Blind to nothin', all like professor x in the circle it gets complex No sustaining the lyrical Necks snap the impact Your turns black from the rap
Yeah, but now it's time to my peace To muthaphuckas who need more out of life than just And freaks who find whatever in the ass speech Havin' a smoke-out, With sirens right the street 'cause it can't stop, stop like a hit and run I (? ? ? ? ) mc's work is never done But cool I love to you sucka ass crews Hit 'em the 012 And leave with my pockets
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