Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Powers That Be, artist - Hieroglyphics.
Date of issue: 31.08.2003
Song language: English
Powers That Be |
They say I’m like Bruce Willis: Unbreakable, Die Hard |
True sickness with this mic on the tripod |
But I’m not Chow Yun-fat |
Dig, I’m still a pillar of stone |
Flows enter your skulls |
Mash on your whole militia like I’m Hannibal |
Imagine: you the antelope and I’m the king of the jungle |
Animal instinct, phenomenal stamina |
Just think about a man on the brink of insanity |
And it’s me |
You not a rapper, you a movie star |
Checkin' who we are |
Be the coup d'état, molotov cocktail |
Charred and you’ll get scarred and schooled regardless |
I’m marvelous majestic; |
no retarded shit |
All my power harnessin' |
My spoken-word like a Voltron sword |
And these poems pulse the arsenic |
Every medley: deadly |
Come and spar with us |
When the instrumental begins |
The timid: they wince |
They know when it’s gonna commence |
We 'bout to crush 'em |
Reach out and touch 'em |
Before they scream out |
We gonna pull these things out and bust 'em |
Rub 'em out like dry erase |
Thug it out like the United Snakes (sssss) |
It’s us against the world |
Fuck popular opinion! |
They scoff, cause we was different |
But we did it all for independence |
Now we gon' off 'em with a vengeance |
Hand 'em they heads |
Paint the landscape ruby red |
With the nerve and will of a bunch of determined killers |
Who always make their marks, and never hesitate to spark |
Strike first, take their hearts |
With the right verse |
Cause confusion |
Never underestimate the power of illusion we usin' |
Start a whole revolution of music, man, we do this |
Shit, it’s all we know |
The powers that be |
It’s in you |
It’s in me |
An emcee |
That’s all we know |
Whatever, I don’t know why you even play yourself to that degree |
You laugh at me? |
Like I won’t slap the teeth out your grill |
That’s how I feel |
You out of order |
You about a quarter inch away from fist in face |
Your distant gaze makes me think your brain drifts away |
To a land of wonder |
Only to awaken by the sound of cannon thunder |
All of those damn assumptions |
You a sad sack, mad wack |
Straight up and down ass-crack |
And that’s that! |
Get a load of Del, I devise words well |
I be spittin' globe |
Let the mission unfold |
Your tits are printed centerfold |
Hate to diss ya, ho, but you’re fictional |
I’m just kinda different, yo; |
what I say is thought provoking |
Not for joking |
See, I know things they told kings |
While your hoes cling to whatever the dough brings |
The powers that be |
It’s in you |
It’s in me |
An emcee |
That’s all we know |
Hieroglyphics came triumphant, reign, uncontained |
Runnin' through the plains of some hunted slaves |
Emperors who were meant to be entered into the end of the world |
As we spin to the heat of the sun’s temperature; |
hot! |
Distance measure how many flows I got |
Persistent pressure as we get this cheddar |
For the business and the betterment of my folks |
All my green stars mount up |
Ready let’s go! |
We sustained out of Earth cause we came outta her |
The devils get slain when I sling slang |
Hotter than a lot of lava from the Bay to the Bahamas |
All the way to Cabo coppa |
We parlé'in, clockin' dollars like Goodfellas |
Suckas get jealous cause we make lettuce and we still rebelious |
And the industry could never jail us |
All my niggas free to be ourselves and our records still sell |
This is hip-hop Olympics |
Hieroglyphics, the Dream Team |
Rappers livin' outta they means, tryin' to bling-bling |
Get your fat chain stole |
Get your whole crew exposed |
We done had them hoes, dog |
I’m magical and when I grab these flows |
Out the hat, it blows 'em back to the last three rows |
We mashin', massive action-packed shit |
Hit 'em with a passion and that’s it! |
The powers that be |
It’s in you |
It’s in me |
An emcee |
That’s all we know |