Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Hundred Thousand Indi, artist - Hieroglyphics. Date of issue: 31.08.2003
Song language: English
One Hundred Thousand Indi |
| When shit going bad my daughter’s looking at me like |
| «Where you going dad?» |
| Do some old-school shit |
| Grab my pool stick and hop in the cab |
| Money magnets, mover; |
| jagged |
| They’re coming with a hundred styles |
| Without getting redundant |
| Abundant blessed success in excess |
| Get the drift |
| I’m nickel slick with articulate |
| Discourse in any predicament |
| So hit the dick |
| Under the relentless |
| Hammer of logic |
| Inanimate objects move |
| Under my telekinetic groove in the vocal booth |
| So we interrogated rappers 'til they wrote the truth |
| On record; |
| we introduce a new spectrum |
| A rhyme texture for dissection |
| Mic testing |
| Only slight pressure we might issue |
| So you know the prototype from these soda pop |
| Radio ad king cobra types on the mic |
| Behold when I unfold this soul on ice |
| We 'bout a hundred thou' indie |
| Niggas ain’t knowing about |
| These chips we be spending |
| We doing it up |
| And it’s only the beginning |
| That’s right |
| Don’t fret the bud |
| Spark pops to the wee hours |
| When doves cry to the cops |
| These cowards have no shame |
| You got the game all wrong |
| And if you get in trouble |
| Who the one you call on? |
| Your folks |
| When so broke with no hope |
| It’s those close |
| Know what I wrote’s dope fo sho |
| Quotes and antidote franchise |
| On the damn team |
| Started to get the ring |
| On the first ring no mercy |
| It’s only the beginning |
| Niggas ain’t knowing about |
| The chips we be spending |
| Your style is bulimic nigga |
| Anorexic I bust like a tec |
| Spit wreck-less |
| Leave you headless |
| This hard like erect dick |
| You soft and squeamish |
| Feminine |
| Like a seamstress |
| Serena or Venus |
| I got the U.S. open |
| Like I’m Agassi |
| Fuck Brooke Shields |
| I’m in the black tail magazine (that's right) |
| Pass the weed and the cherry flavor paper |
| So I can attack then |
| Be prepared to meet my maker |
| We 'bout a hundred thou' indie |
| Niggas ain’t knowing about |
| These chips we be spending |
| We doing it up |
| And it’s only the beginning |
| That’s right |
| Yeah, my start is your end |
| Like yin yang, Diablo |
| D I believe |
| I entertain with infinite game |
| Intentions bent to frame |
| Cultured ultra luminous |
| He was just tuna fish |
| Blacking out like a lunar eclipse |
| When I’m chewing my bitch out |
| For ruining shit (damn it) |
| You should just get |
| The fuck out of dodge |
| Or learn how to guard |
| Now that the people know |
| How you cowards are (we see you) |
| The power’s far beyond yours |
| I’m your fissure that’s provocative with proper shit |
| Shorty get shut down |
| Charlatans all get hung, see the strange fruit? |
| It ain’t cute, how they framed you |
| Knowing it ain’t true |
| But Del proclaims proof |
| Youthful outlook |
| Don’t let my mouth put me in positions not |
| Possible to climb out of |
| But on the flip tip |
| Plugs in all holes trying to sink my ship |
| We 'bout a hundred thou' indie |
| Niggas ain’t knowing about |
| These chips we be spending |
| We doing it up |
| And it’s only the beginning |
| That’s right |