The hieroglyphics crew mics of the round Unstable mc's on stage we the best Get snatched by the Lyrics Now on you can imagine
It's mo', mo' than a 64 The m.o., I'll kill you slow you hear me for the first time It's like you seen 5-0 a trunk full of dope You start to speak, choke like a ho doin' throat Next thing you know your kickin' my raps instead of own Over intrumental your new style, can't even think to hit the beat like Like you heard our sound on wax
Take a hit, I get into brain like an opium stick Feel it deep in your vessels the quickening, the light appears to be flickering 'cause I'm hitting you every perspective No or projectiles Just these Travel miles over all got (? ? ? ? ) I make waves jupiter, slam into earth And the shit worse on the next verse
we came to groove tonight, can't stop, won't stop 'till we the mic (4x)
Steppin' to touching a thermonuclear conduit Enters my style, is the charged And be so much potential That you should not come Death is the And I'm not sure you to go
Opio, each I make has a strategy Graphically scenarios like ken nordine While you were snorting lines I lines thwarting all attempts to undermine hiero Blind to nothin', all sting like x Step in the it gets complex No sustaining the hanging 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 just jeeps And freaks who whatever in the dope ass speech a smoke-out, freestylin' With right down the street it can't stop, won't stop like a hit and run I guess (? ? ? ? ) work is never done But cool I love to battle you sucka ass Hit 'em the 012 And leave with my full
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