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