Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heatish , by - Hieroglyphics. Release date: 31.08.2003
Song language: English
Heatish |
| Yea! |
| I’m super colossal |
| I’ll DDT any Randy Savage that can Macho |
| Watch yo’nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb |
| Stronger than Cyclops’optic nerve, you didn’t thought so? |
| You just passed a paint brush to Picasso |
| I move like a bullet shot from a .50 caliber Glock |
| So challenge me not, I’m liable to drop flows |
| And OH! |
| they know my skills |
| Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills |
| Inner smoke and still it’s everlasting |
| They’re saying oh, that’s over kill |
| CHILL! |
| Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie in me |
| 'Fore I blow this building up Ughhh. |
| Damn I’m swerving! |
| Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin |
| Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat |
| Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth |
| And developing my physical and mental |
| I make G’s wit a pencil, expand exponentially |
| I gots to tell 'em what I been through |
| I’m a emphatic, rap-phatic |
| Cinematic sim-tactics |
| Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic |
| Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales |
| My literary achievements |
| Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events |
| This psycho-kinetic flux when I touch the mic |
| You rappers caught up in a crux tonight |
| I bust with an exuberant lust for life |
| Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write |
| Take a stroll down lovers lane |
| And get beat to a pulp by my suckers’slang |
| I’m vulgar, vain |
| Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic |
| Profound and profane. |
| My hock spit |
| Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it’s no thang |
| For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs |
| Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor |
| Crushing percussion with this discussion I’m thrusting forth |
| To get these motherfuckers off my nuts is nothin. |
| One of them cats that you won’t find easy to persuade |
| Catch me with a group of babes, (dug in)? |
| like super Dave (HA) |
| In an Escalade |
| But who could save hip-hop when the music’s made? |
| (Hiero) |
| You looked confused Tried to take a step in my shoes |
| You couldn’t touch aim or bust the weapon I use |
| You get crushed. |
| Ice, to slush, to bum rush |
| Twenty of us that all rhyme plush (all of us) |
| I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight |
| But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light |
| Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions |
| To start a chemical reaction |
| Shot up,? |
| 'em all, got up before we caught up In some shit, that’s how we brought up A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indy-racer |
| Razor sharp art… Fantasia! |
| Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static |
| Combatted by the cats I let have it A money magnet |