Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miles to the Sun, artist - Hieroglyphics. Album song 3rd Eye Vision, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Miles to the Sun |
| I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription |
| our definition is the shit when we rock |
| we got, 93 million 5 thousand flows |
| and heres one more |
| Opio: |
| yeah I burn a gremlin escape on yo tape |
| intricate like a diagram of the universe |
| they cant devastate, levitate, featherweight |
| rappers who got separation anxiety |
| that’s why they try to be just like the H to the third eye RO |
| .word |
| Tajai: |
| a nigga liable to flip |
| make your pulse skip |
| wide eyed surprised |
| so shocking when we choppin choking talking |
| for profit avoiding rocking stocking mass robbin |
| and voided got you like we imported put please. |
| Pep Love: |
| Don’t get it distorted |
| Just flashin and the music and absorb it hieroglyphics crew into orbit |
| we gotta motivate |
| elevate through the sky |
| hell if it aint a big surprise |
| how we dematerialize |
| then reappear in front of your eyes |
| you reach out but its light years away |
| Opio: |
| back again with the reincarnation |
| the awakening |
| you making green but you aint causing storms in the underground |
| fuck around get wiped cleaned from the slate and wonder how |
| now you miles from the sun |
| paranoia and you carry a gun |
| scared to death on the run |
| Tajai: |
| with no destination |
| and no nutts with no hesitation |
| the bonus bestowed beckoning those who know us to get the checking and oppose the owners respecting |
| its affecting the music we grown upon |
| and that’s sho enough |
| so enough and shined up sidewinders is sewn up your times up Pep Love: |
| Mine’s just beginning and im intending to infinitely exist like this |
| taking it to another dimension |
| discovering i got style with a twist consistently |
| distant from the brother uttering other nonsenses |
| we gotta keep ya braincells fluttering |
| I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| but this will unfold again the distance |
| and heed, pay attention, read the inscription |
| we giving the night the day, how many miles away? |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more X3 |
| hieroglyphics… |
| Tajai: |
| At centigrade we blaze the strats |
| we suddenly combust spontaneous |
| till niggas need a bomb shelter |
| when i unveil the microphone |
| tapping your spine like your doctor |
| break water |
| the kinetic poetic lyrical archer with phonetic marksmanship |
| splittin moving targets apart with |
| aero dynamic rhymes from the barrel leaving your mic sterile |
| paralyze while i send you muppets |
| by the quintuplets with your tuxedos and cufflinks |
| bustin mabeline, get rushed disablin me to rock the show |
| is not an option so it just don’t stop |
| Pep Love: |
| listen my mind tunes releasing toxic fumes |
| developing each track each line consumes |
| sucka emcees in a feeding frenzy |
| you ducks are in season |
| up against me the immanent threat veteran |
| that set trends |
| getting intimate with yo bitch feminine itch |
| style that are not appreciated on this side |
| im all in it like a tick for blood |
| when i collide to the top |
| its heavier than a riptide |
| i demolish the arena when obscene |
| obscene things are done |
| than after i rat a tat tat |
| so Swiss cheese emcees i burn them with rap degrees |
| I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| but when the beat proceeds you need to keep close |
| and heed, pay attention, read, the inscription |
| we living this life to stay, they’re many miles away |
| I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| but when we rippin the mic taking total control |
| just heed, pay attention, read, the inscription |
| our definition is the shit when we rock |
| we got, |
| 93 million 5 thousand flows and heres one more X3 |