| One of the first thing’s I wanna do guys
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| Is I just want to get everybody’s heart started
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| Coming at ya
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| I move with no fear
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| 'cause I smooth disappear
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| They say «that fool isn’t here
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| He’s sippin brew on the pier»
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| While I’m in your boo ear
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| Spilling beer like a tear-drop on her sheer top
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| Disrespecting her the way I talk
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| And yet it’s quite effective
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| It’s making her so hot
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| I’m plottin' on rocking her boat
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| Put my yacht in her throat
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| That’s an option for Op
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| Is it logical, though?
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| That’s a question for Plato or Socrates
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| My philosophies are in harmony
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| With the armored peeps
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| That march the streets for war and peace
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| Ignoring the impossible
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| I move like propellers on a helicopter do
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| So, chump, I’m ch-ch-choppin' you
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| You are not a factor or a obstacle
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| Or a mobster, or a boss in any fashion
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| When you see me smashin'
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| Don’t start flashin' and blastin'
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| 'cause we bulletproof; |
| who you asking?
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| Bought my ski mask in Aspen
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| Assassin, desperado, jumping out the El Dorado
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| The way I use this mic like a ralow
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| Bustin' hollows, but God knows my mottos, I follow
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| Universal law, nigga, chrome will curse us all
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| A meteor could strike while you shoppin' at the mall
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| You thinkin' life’s a joke
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| Then you probably doomed to fall
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| And obviously small minded
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| I’m intertwined with the planets and stars
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| This ain’t Fantasy Island
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| We steadily pilin'
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| Legal tender with mind benders and stylin'
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| Come into your town
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| Renowned with sound waves
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| Cue the crowd like Mao Tse-Tung, play
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| A beat let me kick a rap
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| Just on the map
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| Lick a shot with the strap
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| Put your fist in the atmosphere
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| Hieroglyphics is the niggas you have to hear
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| Fuck a chain, I rock a bandolier
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| I hog-tie rappers down in half crowns
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| Harry Houdini escape artist couldn’t break out of this
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| You’re bound to drown in the torture tanks
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| Contorting shapes, niggas double jointed can’t
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| Then I flank an envoy, pull rank and torment
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| Roll on your coronet with blades like longshoremen
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| Phesto has no respect for your shoulder patch
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| Call dispatch I won’t match the description
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| Pull the badge off the uni and brush an uzi
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| Flow is no gangster movie scene fabrication
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| My shit ricochet off the parkay
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| Boomerang off the podium as I rock the symposium
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| Haters throw sodium I won’t strain to measure
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| 20 years deep, peep, we sustain the pressure
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| Center ice sudden death ya, back check ya
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| Play the net face-off, lace up the chest protector
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| This ain’t Fantasy Island
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| We steadily pilin'
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| Legal tender with mind benders and stylin'
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| Come into your town
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| Renowned with sound waves
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| Cue the crowd like Mao Tse-Tung, play
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| A beat let me kick a rap
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| Just on the map
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| Lick a shot with the strap
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| Put your fist in the atmosphere
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| Hieroglyphics is the niggas you have to hear
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| We go hard on these Mouseketeers
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| Hey yo, I bring back game, bring back gain
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| When I’m on the mic I be that king that reign
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| That flame torch spit when I burn up your fortress
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| I came forth with my pain, painting this portrait
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| Of critical acclaim and fortune
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| You’re liable to get it in the brain, approach with caution
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| I’m a lunatic lyricist shooting the gift
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| On a full moon with a full clip
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| Who in this bitch wanna get popped
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| Or get your ornaments robbed?
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| This real guerrilla shit, this is more than a job
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| We got semiautomatics, fullies and vests
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| Who wanna test?
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| When we pull it out of the hat, you better hit the deck
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| Warriors come out and play
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| Pull that gun out and spray
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| God is great, we can all die today
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| Or live it up, so go ahead and give it up
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| Hieroglyphics what? |
| We them raw rap distributors
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| Cross state lines, my rhymes iron phosphate
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| Nutrition you missing, so you lost weight behind
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| I was allotted a lot of the brain wattage
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| That’s soft to monitor from the earth to Andromeda
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| Hale Bopp cometer hip hop drop atomic shit
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| Leaving them shook and shell shocked
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| Outstanding, supply and demanding
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| Hieroglyphics grand imperial prepare for landing
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| This ain’t Fantasy Island
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| We steadily pilin'
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| Legal tender with mind benders and stylin'
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| Come into your town
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| Renowned with sound waves
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| Cue the crowd like Mao Tse-Tung, play
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| A beat let me kick a rap
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| Just on the map
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| Lick a shot with the strap
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| Put your fist in the atmosphere
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| Hieroglyphics is the niggas you have to hear
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| We put it down from the town to Kashmir |