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Hieroglyphics
Yeah, yeah!

Yo, we precision I erect the prison
you respect the wisdom
Man I'm chillin' these checks I'm gettin'
Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I
Just to a ho back, we spin that ass over
Stop hatin' before my mash on ya
Niggas claimin' they ballers they even sack dosia
No model chicks, a trick, some wack (bova? )
No range rover just a and a crashed nova
Y'all hard but then you leave scarred
When you see my squad it mean you fi'n to meet god
Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas
Snatch weak broad then we playin' leapfrog

Yeah we explicit
Never complicit, it
I gets usin' the arts of mystics
Break the shit down then I to twist it
it, into the wind
When I touch the it's a win-win, situation
You placed in I'm for the ball
It's all about concentration and
niggas out rockin' any house
Any time, any where, any how, nigga me now?
Phenomenon, for the on the feminine
Off the sour mash in my calabash
on you scalawags
Then I'll blow up some plants
have to ask you yo how was that

[chorus:
we inter-continental
Multiple mentals, possessive of all
Movin' on you
Man what we off in to
This what we was to do
Uh we inter-continental
Ballistic
Melt bones, flesh and
Put away your
Cause you gon' feel us we hit you
Nigga we the hiero crew,

Ay,
They got the heart to battle us
Our challengers talentless
I'm imbalanced (funabulous? )
No need to counteract you counter-attack us you're wack
Engaged in static with the pimp at it
Large and the thought you was still swift at it
With shit
Wordsmith while jewel of the nile style
'll get you
They see picture when they get your obituary
You scary-ass low-class ho-ass
Broke-ass nigga you don't cash, nigga

Aw
I'm like street high speedin'
Sharp
Rack and pinion steering veerin' towards the &
runnin', machine-gunnin'
Gasoline mark fuhrman, start burnin', leave
No just dead presidents
The fed's nemesis treacherous residents
Who got weapons with scopes on 'em op' it
They deep as the exorcist to cause a closed coffin
Man I'm on a mic show
Like a shotgun
The rest are so
Pseudo-scientific but you know infinite
Fuck a I dominate concentrate

tajai]
Yeah we
Meditated mind balanced mental
Movin' on you
Mashin' on the
Man that's we meant to do
Uh, yeah we
missile
Melt bones, and gristle
You ain't to feel shit when we hit you
We into you, this is the crew, marks

[phesto
it's metal gear for the track layer
Sword your vertebaes up
Swing my laser like a space-age
The sashe
on the messiah
It's draw
Rapid through your rap attire
I ya
Sciatica straddle automatics
Dazzled 'em with force that's haphazardous
Third-rail ya taggers with flow, daggers
I nailed raymond, you frail
A stale
hatchet here's johnny
(rally? )
Draw down like dali
Out the drawer to the
Snatchin' bodies clowns get cracked up at the
Like niggas tryin' to 720 wind mill our alley

[pep
It was written in the stone
Hieroglyphics rippin' savage
Puttin' imperium on the map
Niggas be they lips flap
on my crew in front the hoes
Dude, what kinda shit's
You to get slapped
and pistol smacked
And get your kidnapped
And I don't get down like that
But word get quick
Guess you wanna hear me some town shit
Nah I got a style, in the 99th percentile
you tryin' to get down I been down with real niggas
That will you wig-wiggle
While I'm gigglin' stickin' ya with the dill pickle,
You that?

tajai]
We
You corny niggas always tracin' stencils
you mentals
I hope you got
this the hiero crew, marks
Yeah we
missle
Melt bones, flesh and
on you minstrels
Mashin' on the
Nigga this the crew, marks!