| I don’t know what makes that, that’s why I need to you leave!
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| I’m very busy trying to discover a new science! |
| *echoes*
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| Yeahhh, beats like this you just can’t peep
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| It’s a natural, international, not that same ol’shit
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| Get split in half, figuratively speaking take a bloodbath
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| when I run past MC’s, drop the mic like the Sunsplash
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| is in Jamaica, the heart-breaka lyrics
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| like a stake through your left pectoral your shit is horrible
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| I’m clean, like brand new Mo-Mo's on a Porsche
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| and your shit is sittin on rims, let me begin
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| to elaborate, rings on his hands like each finger was Saturn
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| and the latest fashions but the same patterns
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| kept flashin up in his rap, concerned with, glamorous
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| tales of fatalities like he was Tarantino
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| The analogy is that we know that Quentin write Fiction
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| Fantasies, woven intricately, while I’m predicting
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| every motion, them slight changes in your tone of voice
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| is a toast to your parasitic choice of speak
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| Leakin cold blood out the arteries if you bit
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| Cause we done said it, you can’t configurate
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| like the great Hieroglyphics resistance we incinerate
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| Lit it up, now I’m fin to cut
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| Peep the demonstration of uniqueness
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| It could be fatal wait’ll Del come back out
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| and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| Don’t you ever forget, it could be fatal
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| Wait’ll O come back out, and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| Hurrah, here come Del to dispel the blahs
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| Cause and effect, pause for respect collection
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| Diction friction, depicting violence
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| Volatile with my profile, like Molotov’s
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| MC’s must be on auto-pilot, waddle silent
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| like some platypuses, Del is down with data pushers
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| with top secret floppy disk and battle armor and mega
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| Plus all the rhymes that I’m bangin are double-decker, to check ya Electri-fying, defying laws of gravity (what?)
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| Avidly rapidly firing lyrics I’m shattering
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| the abdominal cavity, then I’m travelling out the spinal
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| Finalizing your paralysis on the microphone (what?)
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| The catalyst is the capital L-I-N-D-S-E-Y
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| MC’s try to test but they mind gets blown
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| Don’t you ever forget, it could be fatal
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| Wait’ll Del come back out, and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| Don’t you ever forget, it could be fatal
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| Wait’ll O come back out, and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| Ain’t no MC hurtin me, matter of fact you work for me Havoc stricken palladiums made me numb
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| to anything you speak to desecrate the great Hieroglyphics
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| And with it goes the flows that chop egos, to segments
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| Behind the decimal points, I point backwards
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| when you lack words you toil but boil I coil clowns
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| all around, repellin sellin statues of wack groups
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| Statues for Hieroglyphic travellers
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| Any lackluster MC’s I mallux ya, right on your cranium crack it Bust your teeth through your limbs and then tip you over
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| If you know of Del, well then
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| I ill constantly with consonants, followed by nouns and make
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| mounds of manuscripts to whip challengers, that ain’t
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| too talented, so before I reach my destintation
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| let’s waste some MC’s for fun (yeah)
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| I understand the fans needs so I feed em smorgasboards
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| so they can gorge and MC’s can gouge they eyes out, from the teargas
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| emitted from my tongue, leaving fans sprung
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| And for the crews who high-strung, eat dung (ewww)
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| They just gnats and ticks, bugging me (bzzzzzzz)
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| Hugging me nuts in a cuddly clutch, my Hieroglyphic theory is validated by facts
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| Dilated the tracks, so they wide and fat
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| Violated the wax, but colonized the wise words
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| with more enzymes ten times nutritional
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| Unintentional, my flows just go there, yeah
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| Don’t you ever forget, it could be fatal
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| Wait’ll Op come back out and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| Don’t you ever forget, it could be fatal
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| Wait’ll Del come back out and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| Don’t you ever forget, it could be fatal wait’ll Souls come back out
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| and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| Don’t you ever forget, it could be fatal wait’ll? |
| come back out
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| and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
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| It could be fatal… wait’ll Cas come back out
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| Time to scam all you MC’s
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| Yeahhh, yeah, it could be fatal
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| Wait’ll Pep and Jay-Biz come back out, hahaha
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| YouknowhatI’msayin? |
| … Just wait |