| Just like the tombs in Egypt
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| Soon as you see it
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| You’ll be speechless, Golden
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| No jive when we slide through
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| We gonna provide you
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| With something to ride to, Golden
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| I know you gotta have it
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| Cause Hieroglyphics is a habit
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| Forming frequently with fanatics
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| Can’t be calculated with simple mathematics
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| The worth is hovering over the surface
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| A product proclaiming purpose
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| The value skyrockets
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| Now your stomach’s smaller than your eye sockets
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| Watch it
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| But don’t touch, it’s caustic
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| Raw spit, raining, put on your galoshes
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| Any way you choose, yeah we got options
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| Man we motivate from mild-mannered to start moshing
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| Adrenaline levels climbing
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| Climactic ships due to our didactic diamonds
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| Refraction damn-near blinding
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| Reiterating the reaches of our reign or where your rhyme is
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| The hieroglyphics symbol the tradition of artistry
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| My mental instrument built to cripple technology
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| Killing the debauchery and Aristotle wannabes
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| Spilling my cigar with weed, I rep the marijuana tree
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| North Carolina achieving haze for a start to G off
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| On stage it’s a phenomenal day
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| Regardless we honor the culture
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| Drama’s over, Red October right on your shoulder
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| Just like the tombs in Egypt
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| You know we never could let you in on this secret
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| MCs flock just for trying to steal it
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| Now they feel like consequences they gotta deal with
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| I don’t think they knew what they saw when they seen it
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| Considering we high definition they Zenith
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| Girls think I’m cool to hang out on the scene with
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| Till they see the thing they be like «I don’t believe this!»
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| Swollen
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| I know you suckas need it
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| Cause Hieroglyphics is an edict
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| A beckoning call for y’all to heed it
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| A post tripping in your brain, looped and repeated
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| My style is forever heavenly endowed with
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| The poetry potential and prowess
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| Their acts is unrighteous
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| So now we still improve 'til the gun prices rises
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| That’s my boy!
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| That’s amazing! |
| Yeah!
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| Can you feel it?
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| You bet I can feel it, come on!
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| Describe what you feel
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| I feel uh, I feel focused and I feel badass so just um, badass! |
| You know?
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| I think he’s got it, Mac
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| Yes, he does!
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| Got what?
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| Charlie, my boy, you’ve got the Gun Fever |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden , by - Hieroglyphics. Song from the album The Kitchen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп