Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Nuts, artist - Hieroglyphics. Album song 3rd Eye Vision, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
No Nuts |
Del meister, bout to heist the hijacking, come back |
Listen to this, peep it The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures |
Replenishing with my menacing sentencing |
Up inside this, oblige with guidance |
From the funk expanding verb triton |
I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek |
To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized |
Fuck so bad, you feel sodomized |
Time for words to be colonized |
To keep regards tall in size |
Erecting the best things in life |
My flows composed of foe-sas |
My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm |
I hella spurn, but my face is calm |
Keeping the hip-hop scene vibrant |
I come alive with good tide, it’s fine, and MC’s silent |
Milestones in Hiero history |
Led you wishin’we was never released, at least |
Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero’s gifts |
Those that don’t agree is just pleading the Fifth |
Proceeding to enscript the code |
that makes your brain overload and implode |
Too much imagination got you facing defeat |
Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat |
It’s Del with my diabolical follow-ups |
And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing |
With interest, and that was just an entrance |
Save it, put it in your pocket for later |
It’s all greater, I’ma do you a small favor |
Deliver want we call beta |
For ya’ll and your neighbors |
With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader |
Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts |
Competition shouldn’t have even shown up with No Nuts |
We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts |
The coldcuts |
Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up I hit’em again and again |
Trust no one |
The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them |
And I don’t know about that diplomatic shit |
I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho |
I murder’em like hurdling obstacles |
It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls |
I’m hot pepper, that you don’t wanna taste to see |
So just watch me lace the beat gracefully |
And ain’t a nigga got a thang to say |
My broken language slay niggas that came this way |
Aimlessly |
My automatic’s spray reck havoc and mayhem |
If you got something to say, come to bay |
And get it off your chest |
Then put it to rest |
Another competitor bested |
Ready to, just shut the hell up Develop your skill, and get enveloped still |
With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered |
We delivered the russian roulette |
You never know it might get you wet |
I’ll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss (WHO) |
Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, |
I’ll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden |
Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass |
The irrelvant punk that pump fiction |
But no, he don’t want no friction |
I got a mic addiction that I don’t wanna kick |
Mine’s are original rhymes that are three-dimensional |
Inching up to the pinnacle and cranking my engine up And then I’m out with the middle finger up And a perpetual S on my chest, just to let you know |
We still the best |
Save it, put it in your pocket for later |
It’s all greater, I’ma do you a small favor |
Deliver want we call beta |
For ya’ll and your neighbors |
With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader |
Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up You know what, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |
Competition shouldn’t have even shown up with No Nuts |
We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |