| Whooh! |
| Yeah
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| It’s the ones you know about
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| The famous, magnificent Hieroglyphics, mega
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| Always on the mic for MC’s who really don’t know what we doin
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| It’s time to do it up
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| We got Cas, we got Del, we got Tajai, we got A-Plus
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| C’mon y’all, PLEASE can we get busy?
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| I put my pencil to the paper and watch lighting strike
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| Casual, the innovator, in a state of advancement
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| MC scolder, breakdancin on the lake when it freeze over
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| So much game, I told her I’m a disease holder and I still hit it
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| Bust a nut in her eye and made her deal with it
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| The straight bump, y’all, yeah you best agree
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| Whatever that sess do don’t let you come next to me
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| Mentally, I’m compatible with Macintosh
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| And I can get a nigga’s bitch in the sack with floss
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| Hop on the microphone
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| Actin lost, unaware, unprepared
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| Then I bust off the top
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| And niggas get scared
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| Uhh, now I told y’all I wasn’t playin
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| It’s Hieroglyphics in here
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| Now that’s Cas, now you know that’s how it was, That’s How It Is
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| We bout to do it with my next man, A-PLUSS
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| A to the, Plus must do ya, bust through ya
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| Defenses with lyrics mentally muscular
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| Holdin down like cement shoes, to make you drown right
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| This is what we do if we the crew you sound like
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| I can’t stand a person bitin someone’s creativity
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| I have so many styles that you can take one as a gift from me
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| It’s like deja vu whenever you pop they tape in
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| Lyin more than Satan, fallin off like they was ice skatin
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| Trying to get they mic taken, you get scolded
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| And chastized, my holy mic, is baptized
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| Givin flatlines to you rap guys and still send you
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| Back with black eyes, on the mic you telling fat lies
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| Now if I’m the teacher
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| I gotta give that a A-Plus youknowhatI’msayin?
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| Now let’s make room for the man, the myth
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| The Great-Great-Granddaddy of Hieroglyphics, Del
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| Hold up, stop the presses, this just came in
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| Del’s done it again, you gotta get his name in
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| He’s, infallible in battle flows and battle royals
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| Collects all the spoils of soiled celebrities
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| Shape my fantasy as the form, lyrical odyssey
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| It’s not modesty, I show my ass for all to see
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| Polishin wax with facts sharp like tacks
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| To stop your heart like cracks
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| Rip, apart the tracks
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| Na-na-na-na-now you know that’s self explanatory
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| Now we bout to get busy with my man Tajai
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| Break out your notebooks and your pads
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| Listen real closely to what this brother has to say
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| I kick the,? |
| like dialect
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| It’s sacrilege, steppin in the sanctuary of the sacrosanct
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| Do not desecrate acquiesce
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| Before I dessicate all your flows and leave you dry as bones
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| It’s awful how I decimate, but also awesome
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| People say that they saw something they cherished they lives long
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| When I expectorate upon a song
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| To be honest number one’s what I expect to rank
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| Not for just the crown jewels or scepter
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| Out for justice, and exposition of the rest as jesters
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| With they lackluster compositions
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| Suckers in estrus, thinkin that Heiroglyphics won’t fuck you?
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| Oh my goodness, I told ya
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| Once again, it’s Hieroglyphics
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| We got the smooth lineup, Tajai, A-Plus, Del, Casual
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| They just to' it up, forget about it, leave it alone
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| It’s Hieroglyphics from here on out
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| You don’t know what you’re doin
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| And me, I’m the Extra Prolific, Whiz Kid
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| Y’all can’t mess with this, leave it alone
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| Drop ya pen, it’s time that we go on
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| Let us alone y’all, can’t fade this
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| You know how we do it. |