Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Powers That Be , by - Hieroglyphics. Release date: 31.08.2003
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Powers That Be , by - Hieroglyphics. 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 |
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|---|---|
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| Soweto | 2001 |
| At the Helm | 1997 |
| No Nuts | 1997 |
| G.U.O.M.D. | 2001 |
| Hydra | 2001 |
| Think Again | 2001 |
| What The Funk | 2005 |
| The Kitchen Intro | 2013 |
| After Dark | 1997 |
| Exciting | 2013 |
| Pep Love | 1997 |
| Phesto | 1997 |
| The Who | 1997 |
| Off the Record | 1997 |
| Lighters ft. Hieroglyphics | 2013 |
| All Things | 1997 |
| Casual | 1997 |
| Passing Fads | 2013 |