Hieroglyphics/Souls of Mischief Texte

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Yo, what's up, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew. I'm
chillin with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus, and my man Op, you know he's
dope. But right now yo, we just maxin in the studio. We handlin from East
Oakland, California and, um, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there.
But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill.

Dial the seven digits
Call up Bridget
Her man's a midget
Plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Here's a fourty, swig it
Ya know it's frigid
I got em chillin in the cooler
Break out the ruler

Damn
That's the fattest stoke I've ever seen
But what does ?keen and Cali? gettin weeded
Makes her feel like Maui
Now we
Feel the good vibrations
So many females, so much inspiration

I get inspired by the blunts, too
I'll front you
If you hang with a punk crew
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm done
Take her home and quickly do this
I need not explain this
A-Plus is famous
So get the anus

Hey, miss
Who's there?
I'm through there
No time to do hair
The flick's at eight
So get it straight
You look great
Let's grub now
A rub down sounds flavor,
Later. There's a theatre
We in the cut
The cinema
Was mediocre
Take her to the crib so I can stroke her

Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in
Close range. I throws game at your dip like handball
Cause the man's all that
All phat
I be the chill from 93 'til

Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til...


Huh, my black Timbs do me well
When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell
Another person's business
I cause diziness
Until you..stop acting like a silly bitch

Yo, crews are jealous cause we get props
The cops
Wanna stop
Our fun, but the top
Is where we're dwelling, swelling, phat
No sleep
I work fifteen jerks get their hoes sweeped
Under their noses
This bro's quick
To hit blunts and flip once I'm chillin cause my crew's close, kid

I boasted
Most kids accept this as cool
I exit
Cause I'm an exception to the rule
I'm steppin
To the cool spots where crew's flock to stare at them
Or see where the shit that's flam b
Bland leaking out his pocket
So, I got tons of endo
And go to the ho in's
Basement
My ace spinned
Phat and enough tracks
Time to get prolific with the whiz kid

Greenbacks and stacks
Don't even ask
Who got the fat sacks
We can max
Pumpin phat tracks
Exachangin facts about impacts
Cause in facts, my freestyle talent overpowers
Brothers can't hack it
They lack wit
We got the mack shit
93 to infinity
Kill all that wack shit

Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til...


I be coolin'
School's in session
But I'm fresh and
Rappin
So I take time off to never rhyme soft
I'm off on my own shit
With my own click
For many bad bros with their fat stoke gettin blunted
Folding blunts
Holding stunts captive
With my persona
Plus, I bomba
Testin
Niguhs is testin
My patience
But I stay fresh and

Restin at the mall
Attendance on low
But I am shopping for my winter
Exploits: some new fits
Some new kicks
I often do this
Cause it's the pits not being dipped

Flip - the flier attire
Female's desire
Baby, you can step to this if you admire
The ex - traordinary dapper rapper
Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her

I'll mack her
Attack her with the smoothness
I do this
Even when my crew gets
Loot, props, respect and blunts to pass
Crews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass
They bite flows but we make up new ones
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
But I get
My loot from Jive/Zomba
I'ma bomb ya
You will see
From now to infinity

Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til...

Hah-hah, coolin out, ya know what I'm sayin. But, but who's chillin
around the Land? You know? Yo, who's chillin? I think I know who's
chillin. Tell me who's chillin today.
Casual - you know he's chillin.
Yo Pep Love - he gotta be chillin.
Jay Biz - ya know he's chillin.
Ay yo, my man, my man Snupe is chillin, man.
Yo Mike G - you know he's here chillin.
Yeah, my man Mike P - he know he gotta chill.
Del the Funkyhomosapien is chillin.
Hey, my man Domino - yo he's chillin.
 
Souls of Mischief - Never no more

Intro/Chorus:

Never no more, never no more
Never will a sucka score, never no more
Never no more, never no more
Never will a sucka score, never no more

[Tajai]

Message recorded, lessons be stored in
this mental core it's, like lentil porridge
Nas-T, Massey, be the last G
From medical texts to class me
Ask me, if I had to grip my pad
the riffs I grab would rip and stab
the kids that sag the shit they strap
is flavorless, and wreckless
Your bestest behavior gets
I plays the hits, displays the shit
a razor gets parlayed amidst
and later splits a feeling that
I made ya hit, a really phat I gave to kids
when I punched em
I crunch men, at a function

[Phesto]

Ponder on this, I swallowed the spliff with elocution
Encompassing the pompous means when I escalate my tool
shins get split, men get spindled swiveled pivoted
by my riveting centrifuge
I swindling crews, bringing a fist to bruise
Pulverizing skulls annihilating trifling dunces
Pulling rifle pumps to stifle punks when my knife splits
Split your spleen hit you clean in the kisser
When I twist a riddle I'm breakin the brittle
and flimsy with my whimsy
Puns and phrases I stun and phase kids
Terrorize em paralyze em paraplegic, when I leave em
Mindless spineless vertabraetless with menengitis
I earn em swift and minus a life with my nine

Chorus 2X

[A-Plus]

I get the props, you get the buttocks
I know my what nots, stoppin flows like blood claats
Nah, cuz that's a bad word in Jamaican
And I am that, grams packed cuz my jam's phat
So get the beaner butter we discovered treasure
You're sweet when I stomp you with my feet just for pleasure
Cuz I write the rhymes like a slave'll pick the cotton
The best from the West cuz I'm fresh and you're rotten
Take out the trash or I'll take it out your ass
With a blast from the past in the future, I'll shoot ya
But for the present beatdowns will suffice
Lose cuz you choose to be down with some mice
You dumb dunces I come once it's my time to
Wanna hear a joke? I'm you
Don't you wish I won't dismiss your treachery
I bet you be, leaving upon a stretcher G

[Opio]

I'm coming tighter, your rhymes are Oreida
Little reminescent of the poetry I write
a-stoundingly, you're sounding like me, might we
Step outside and settle this I cause catastrophes
I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing
Demolishing, you and your following I'm swallowing
MC's like I was a black hole ramsack those
wack flows who chose to oppose
I don't suppose, dare or where my stubble grows
Reverses the process, god bless you swing and whoa it's you!
Opio, disposes of crews like snotty tissues
I rip through bodies with corkscrews you wish you never tried

Chorus 2X

Never again
 
Souls of Mischief - Medication

[A-Plus]
We meditate, we meditate to educate
Educate we meditate to elevate

[A-Plus]
Now it's the rhyme ripper fittin' to split ya
Spine to your liver
Flash like a line sniffer I'm swifter
Than Michael Jordan snortin' some speed
And I'll give ya
Much more than you need yo fly toller Typ
Scorin' the weed sticky green'll make me high quicker
Twistin' it and mixin' it with Bacardi lime liquor
Beligerent kickin' it with (tati on?) the time ticker
You could be a dyin' man with a mic but I'm sicker
You rhyme wack as I bust like Leon Isaac
Makin' peons slide back
That don't be on the right track, we way off
So now they stay soft like impotence
But I say naw, I'd rather stay raw
Magnificent rippin' it
Givin' it all I can though
Plus I handle devious scandals
MISCHIEVOUS COMMANDO!!
Luchini like Camp Lo
Wreckin' the beats
Gettin embassy's executive cheese

[Phesto Dee]
I'm the loose cannon aid on deck
Detonate in a millisec
Covered in a blackened silloutte
And still reflects enough light
To shatter your body like a pinyata
Bobofet or
Jim Cata doin' lyrical kapoeta
The net to netta
Smokin' purple fibers off the hedges
Till it's resin
And pledge allegiance
To the essence
Confront Phes rock
Ever present with hesitance
My tongue twistin' tornadoes
Never miss your residence
You cackling cacophonies
Me and the mike is holy matrimony
Tackling your phony flow matrix
You couldn't absorb or deflect the impact
With roll cages
The soul aces
Take you to that oasis

[Chorus]
[A-Plus]

We meditate to educate
Make my mind luminous
Avoid the tricky and the ruth-eless
Movin' swift
The juggernaut force
We maneuver this rap game
What the bumboclat
Woman act strange
And get tipsy off the fat chain,
toller Typ splurgin' at the bar and thinkin' that's game
Till they get you for your Chevy
Beamer/Ac/Range
If you lack
Lack brains
The facts
The facts change

[Tajai]
Latch onto my concept
In the context of conquest
I capture, your conscience
Move upon you with logic
But it's so deep up in ya
Ain't no way you fittin' to dislodge that
I mean way up in ya
Bend your mind like a fender
How the (bought?) of my new agenda
My deluge of lewd yet shrewd mental food will wet you
And your crew
So eschew from testin' my standard issue
Let alone the cannons and missles for heavy damage aimed at those
Grandstanding with petty anti-antics
Can't match those, handcrafted by my many mechanics
Who's skills run the gamut who will run the planet
Any time I exert my will it's outstandin'
To the point where you gotta hand it or hate and be mad
It don't matter to me
Over a bed of fresh beats its style au natural with no additives

[Opio]
Even if you brandishing guns and break laws
I make you let the pistol go and praise God
A dynamo
Shinin' on the mike like a quasar
They can't infiltrate the steel cage brain star
I'm feelin' blood hounds all on my trail
Like my lyrics was peruvian candy
Not a fugitive
Truly expanding minds with rhymes with the family
Who be gettin' higher than the Andes
The way I plant seeds deep in the underground
Make the thunderous pound to get your heart pumpin'
Spark up the kryptonite
People gettin' lit tonite
Indica-like, to try to simplify try

Chorus:X2

[Opio: talking]
We meditate, to educate, educate
We meditate, to educate, to educate
We meditate, meditate to educate
We meditate, to educate, elevate
We meditate, to educate, elevate
We meditate, to educate
We meditate, to educate
Make my mind luminous
Yeah!
 
Souls of Mischief - Airborne Rangers

[Opio]
Rap slash out these battleship torpedoes that'll rip through
Your fragile ego, ransack your evil empire like I was Genghis
The con artist, fiendish, on target, laser beam shift
Trackin' your movements like the Pentagon
Disarm the meanest lookin' studio prankster
Endangered, we airborne rangers with the broken language
Absorbin' blows then regain my strength (What?)
The Chinese connection game of death
You might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neck
Controllin' these mikes while he aimin' his Tec
Coward breakin' a sweat
Steady shakin' his shit
Couldn't even hold it still cuz his hands was all wet
Said we a threat cuz we the heaviest
And with a (strobe?) blockin' his progress you'll never be fresh
You can't murdalize a survivalist
Fool we thrive on this shit, the third eye is too swift

[Tajai]
All we gotta do is provide the music, uh
Don't need a Lac on Deez to make your bitch hop on my lap
And lap on these, lavishin' please don't tease
To all these way-below-average MCs
You gon' stay below, don't wish, that's just how it's gon' be
My style is on levels unattainable, recyclable and reusable
But not biodegradable so don't confuse 'em
They last eternal, evil gas that's acid turned
When I spit it, unmatched fashion over da riddim
Unabashedly, leave sights on the extreme sides of gassing
Mike mastery, necessary steps to make you genuflect
I reflect the genuine and accept
Nothing less than your respect in excess
I wasn't expecting the success that I met
When I grabbed my shit and left command
Won't let it get too ahead, I got a check on that
Check your spice rack, it's certain elements you lack

[Tajai & Opio]
We combust when we contact
Come correct with the contract
Show respect when we stomp packs
Been prepped for the combat
Got the specs of your launchpad
Snatch ya bitch when we rock that
Interception, she out back
Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac
Take her back, we don't want that, no not that

[A-Plus]
I don't rap for the money but I'm lovin' that it pays well
Sometimes I kick a strange tale, make your brain swell
Souls tighter than lifers sittin' in the same cell
I never listen to the drama that a dame sell
I'm tryin' to make that mail so I soaked the game well
I know the spell from the rattle of a snake's tail
When a hard toller Typ spray, and the enemy's layin' pale
I'm with a female, that was waitin', make her exhale I'm Double
X-L like the magazine &
And **** the drug but I can show you what a rappin' fiend is
Perhaps my team is NOT the type to act the meanest
But on my birth, you're just a falling Earth,
You gettin smacked to Venus
Dicks are jackin' the penis so your label accept
Cuz you ain't able to rap or able to wreck
I'm claimin' respect with rappin' that'll strangle your neck
Claim you're a vet but still I'm makin you jet, shakin' the set

[Phesto Dee]
I'm ubiquitous on three hundred and fifty cubic inches
Of horse-powered fuel injection, positive traction
Throttlin' action, my prerogative's idlin'
Mind bogglin' speed tobogganin' streets of Oakland
With English on English, the kingpin
Swingin' like Charlie Mingus,
High-wire torch-swallowin' spine tinglin'
Break your vertebraes with permanent tourniquettes
Firm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ, warfare
Hor, d'oerve ya serve ya Sequoia Heights is sterling
Vintage, coinage of terms eccentric
Circumventin' the industry
While your fate remains in the chains of imagery portrayed
In mass media hype, we smash media rights through mikes
Crash through the core at the speed of the light
I'm (Rianiti?) on ice, graffiti on mikes
The beaters are white, forever sweet and precise for me to ignite

[Tajai & Opio]
UH!
We combust when we contact
So come correct with the contract
Show respect when we stomp packs
We been prepped for the combat
Got the specs of your launchpad
Snatch ya bitch when we rock that
Interception, she out back
Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac
Take her back, we don't want that, no not that
Never that

We combust when we contact
So come correct with the contract
Show respect when we stomp packs
We been prepped for the combat
Got the specs of your launchpad
Snatch ya bitch when we rock that
Interception, she out back
Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac
Take her back, we don't want that, no not that, uh
 
Souls of Mischief - Bad Business

[Opio]
I'm so hard headed, I never listen
That's why I cut class everyday it felt like prison
Poppin' at your ex-girlfriend in detention
Tossed her in the library got my duck sick then
The next day I was jalapeno dick pissin'
Raw (that need?) the vixen on a suicide mission
Bad bussiness the pussy had me mystified
Couldn't trust her but I risked my life
Bad business my dog as my witness
Tried to act church girl religious
She had a hit list
Bad business lucky what if syphillis
Or the monster
What you got that all for a boo?

[Phesto Dee]
That's bad business
Spendin' all your time wastin' your time
That's bad bidness that's bad bidness
Yeah what do we have behind curtain
Number three, ghetto fantasy
Young buck sixteen, in a state of emergency
Got you thrown in juvenile hall
Cause you toss a marked car it's stupid
Fit out a Lakeshore
But you wanna bounce over the hill to thirteen?
That's bad bidness
Ten dollar genocide is senseless
You wanna be a pharmacist?
All you doin' is harming us
What about Paris Robinson
Medgar Evers and Huey
They kicked you out of Oakland High
Now you cuttin' up your doobie
You'll be the butt of a few jokes
Like Joey Buttafuoco, don't goof up
And let your youth go lil' bro
That's bad business

[SOM]
It's like that huh
Mind your business
Man these niggas be foolish
Trippin'
Mind your business
Slippin'
Mind your business
What's that white shit
You puttin' that in the joint
Mind your business
Aw this toller Typ's a fiend
Slippin'
Mind your business
Trippin'
Mind your business

[A-Plus]
Yo, yo now
You sold some kid a O-Z
But it was only, 24 g's
You think that just cause you a O.G.
You can short the youngstas
But who's this fist clinched
With a gat pointed at you damn dude that's bad business
You rollin' with your homie Johnny
In a stolen Mobby
You lookin' slow and groggy
Man get your folks some coffee
You prob'ly ain't trippin' cause you off weed
Then he speed crash now your ass got a broken body
That's bad bidness
Messin' with women with mental problems
Two of my homies got killed like that
They up in some coffins
Stabbed in they sleep
That shit is deep
Prob'ly just got done waxin' they freaks
Peep that's bad business

[Tajai]
When your mind is occupied with thoughts
Of misdeeds hopin' you don't get caught
That's bad business
When the truth is obscured
Made impure
The speakers of it aren't sure anymore
That's bad business
When promises are made that you have to break
Spoken in vain for accolades
That's bad business
When you accept a wrong
Instead of correct a wrong
That shit ain't to be slept upon
That's bad business
When ain't no one in the world
You can call a friend
Cuz you done screwed
All of them
That's bad business
When you look into your own eyes
and recognize you've become all that you despise
That's bad business

[SOM]
How much you pay man?
Mind your business
Man these niggas are new
Trippin'
Slippin'
Mind your business
Slippin'
Mind your business
Hey, when'd you get out
Wait, I thought y'all got five years
Mind your business
Man this toller Typ's a snitch
Trippin'
Mind your business
Somebody's gon' get him
Somebody's gonna get that mother****er
Mind your business
What you sellin' crack, toller Typ
Man that shit played out
Mind your business
Yeah this toller Typ right here is trippin'
Mind your business
Straight slippin'
Mind your business
You's a (futile?) puzzle flashin' tweakin'
Burpin' sighin' peekin'
Dude you're bad business
Man mind your business
Bad business
Fool mind your business

[SOM talking]
 
Souls of Mischief - Fa Sho Fo Real

[Opio]

I can't escape my thoughts,
my mind spirals until the vinyl stops,
hoot and survive the rock.
Inspired by the biters who try us on for size
disguised as rappez, but the lyrics are to massive.
My syle has elasticity,
I bounce back and take a new shape,
you can't get with me.
A true writer,
my brain has the capacity,
to outlast mc's.
They reach inside of themselves a vast empty space,
they'll never taste victory.
I'm sick of these fake ass niggaz
they all some bitches.
I kick rhymes enriching Hip-Hop, with A-plus on my back we shock the
world.

[Bridge]

[A-plus] Gonna shock the world...Gonna shock the world

[Tajai] Whatcha say now.

[A-plus] Opio gonna shock the world, A-plus gonna shock the world

[Tajai] Watcha say,

[ALL] Souls Of Mischief in tha House.

[A-plus]

A-plus without a doubt for real,
if you without the skill to turn it out
get your ass the cuttin'.
You steady caught in your frontin'
and y'all can keep on bluffin' but I gotta little somethin'.
You ain't know what I got.
Who do you think this is,
when I rhyme I'm like like your daddy whoopin' on one of my kids.
Look at this,
another crew that's caught up in mix.
Hieroglyphics turn it out.
And now we all up in your shit.
It's
perfectly calculted,
exceptionally rated,
people be talkin' but I don't trip and I know they hated.
But I be mindin' my business
and as Ty as my witness,
we won't die before we get these meal tickets.
Now I'm a let you know how It's gonna go fo sho.
I stack doe, unveil the mack show.
And that's no problem,
you got a crew go call em
tell him withdraw cause we know that they ain't really [ ? ],
come on y'all.

[Phesto]

We strictly satisfaction
if they givin' up action,
ain't a minute for slack, cause time is money baby.
I can' thold it back,
word to many stacs, Jocci,
J-Biz we grippin' Martini & Rossi,
niggaz gainin' no speed,
smokin' ashphalt no Ty weed,
straight Oakland style with the hash block,
cash knots in my pocket would knock to blast.
I put the e-q to ten,
reminisin' about the hoes lastnight.
Waitin' for this fool to bend a coner,
a partner hit the gas like a champ, Bumpin' this...
victory drums and that phat ass base line hummin'.
Thinkin' about comin' up before the summer hit.
Then bubblin' around my shit for doublin' shows,
so promoters sold us more then four biggies with hos.
And hourglass shapes for the souls, e-s-o-'s fine,
diamonds around my wrist is bliss,
it's like this y'all.

[Tajai]

Punks perpetrate that rudeboy,
I roll with Hiero...glypics here to make the bump circulate.
Sous Of Mischief man you no we comin' for you with Foldger's,
keepin' flows up until they smolder and eventually crackle.
Like you mentally in the back of your mind,
you hear that fiendish cackle of mine,
I've seen it many times.
And I'm a say it again but remain unseen,
cause y'all niggaz be sweatin'
constantly remindin' me.
I live amongst thieves who will bite these,
but still they rhymes be spindly weight defficient.
I leave them shorter then Viscious,
cause them are weak,
cause I gots to pull they hem up it's also known the way I
do it just watch,
get shot.
It's all about the body rock, it don't stop y'all.
 
Hieroglyphics - After Dark

Pep Love
Hieroglyphics y'all, what?
The mic's on you! After dark
Yeah

Chorus: Pep Love

After dark, is gripping season
After dark it might happen for the wrong reasons
After dark, and it don't cease
until the break of dawn, I shoot the breeze

[Pep Love]
In the heat of the night... what you gon' do?
After dark... yeah!

Why don't you come into, what I'm into
Slip into darkness, and listen, I rhyme monumental
Never I fault or halt or alt-er my ulterior
Assault to inferior thoughts are feeble!
In the process the party people wobble
but it don't fall down, and it won't stall now
Beware, the boy's bad after seven
When the lights go click my mic injects nitro
into my bloodstream, I get to gushing
Cold crushing lyrics so much reach out and touch things
unexplored, from hits to flops that plummet
The synopsis is we rock this shit
Day and night, but it gets intense
to extends a pleasure unmeasurable when I'm layin pipe
in domes, protected, by the microphone
When night fall I fall in my zone and it's on

Chorus 2X

[Pep Love]
I see the moon and get hectic like the ocean
Who that in the back causing commotion?
Draped in black, killer on the attack
Around the time the hoes hit their stroll and the pros mack
I don't know how to act, so give me a smack
on the blackhand side telling me that I'm intact
It is the, charisma, that gets ya paid
but flame me this is when I got ta vic ya
It never rains in the Northwest
We profess to be the best the rest can Rest In Peace
Cause night time is the right time
for the Hieroglyphic icons to drop bombs

Chorus 2X

That's how we rock the mic
Hieroglyphics imperial!
Non-stop!
After Dark, the sun ain't shinin
Trail of blood
Mind power, the next level, night time

[Pep Love]
After dark, you see the joint sparkin
Dogs, barkin territory that I'm markin
cannot be, walked upon
or your worst fear will be embraked upon
I'm bringin armaggedeon to your chest, and you know the rest
is history, like Rapunzel's, golden tresses
I, couldn't care less about a toller Typ in a vest
I was shootin for the knees makin him dance and plead
for me to put em out they misery, my word wizardry
is a dream you had about, you was coming clean
When you woke up, your heart broke up, be dawn
Leaving you with the reality that the day goes on, until

Chorus 2X

[various talk, fade]
 
Hieroglyphics - The Last One

Intro:
Pump up the track some for your partner

Chorus:
Lets see how many rappers can go the length
Back in your system with extra strength
We eat emcees, outdo and surpass em
But what's gonna make ya different than the last one?

Verse One: Casual
Boy you touchable
No need to get apologetic
Get your bottom dollar, bet it
Its your problem, I'm a let it
Alone, the High Priest on the microphone
Taking historical lyrical oracles to the dome
My rap is blessed, miraculous
In fact the impact is just, spectacular
Intact with the knack to bust butts
Need I discuss?
My rhymes make your brain freeze like slush
Or slurpees, with unpredictable bumps like herpes
Lets see if you can serve these superb emcees
All you thirty-third degrees
I've figured out history's mysteries
My kinetic energetic poetic motion
Subsides your synthetic notion
Of being the best, fully pressurized
Back up off the microphones, I suggest, you guys

Chorus (2X)

Verse Two: Casual
I'm the epitome of shit we be trying to do
When we go and write a rhyme or two
You need some competition?
Boy, you better find my crew
We make clean cuts like a diamond do
Inclined in the mind
And the beat hit with perfect timing too
When I come to your community
I'm flexing diplomatic immunity
Protection connection
Legalize MP5's just to tear up your section

Pep Love:
And this is what you must stay aware of
Hieroglyphics faction
Back in your system with extra strength
The eternal energy interaction
Got me developing quicker and
You in a predicament
Punk!
Politicians still wishing we would take
Their prescription for death
Got my trigger finger itchin to grab the mic
Dishing the truth and the magic
Bust with magnum force
And advance forth

Chorus (2X)

Verse Three: Pep-Love
We got to fertilize the soil
Actualize the turmoil
Then sift through the facts and the lies
The world and the war is intense
But I remain relaxed in my intents and actions
My lyrics are bottomless pits
Now they got the red dot on us
Is it a hit?
We escaped every plot on us
Watch as we aviate on tape
And make a statement with what we create
Just wait til the tide break, or dust settle
My ? vibrate, and if I must bust metal
Adjust the level
Release the clutch of the devil
While I conduct this concerto
Traveling the ruckus to bring justice
Ring through abyss
And bliss'll overwhelm you
(Now that we at the helm)
You don't quit
We go into a realm you never been
And seldom conceived
Perfection achieved

Chorus (2X)
 
Hieroglyphics - Mics of the Roundtable

Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop
What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop

Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X

All nightin, all dayin, crusadin
Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan
Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin
For the holy mic you takin

A man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths
Man you must know how to step with no power left
Those words are words of the prophetess of the powerless
as she professed, we became incensed, set up on a quest
Totally entrenched in every flow that we dispensed
Any foe'll be a cinch, cause we know that we been sent
By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme
You pre-millenium MC's are far behind
So we off to find, the holy mic it's only right
Hieroglyphics mics of the round table can hold it tight
Keep it stable, collectin, scriptures and secrets
Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton
with the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God
And evil-doers on the mic you have done your last fraud
This ain't no practical joke, or anti-factual hoax
But something each breath in my avioli sacs'll promote
Opposing MC's will be stomped in the process or taken hostage
until it is accomplished and you can't stop us
Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat, let's go
Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone

Chorus

[A-Plus]
Rumor has it, in a far away land
The enemy's partly a devil and he's partly a man
Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade
from the blacksmith, plus some chainmail that fits my frame well
Three Knights walking, Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y'all
Sun up to night fall
Despite all efforts from the sacreligious interlopers
Mountains, snows, swamps, even bridges we will venture over
We were amazed it took
only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot
Now we, better be brave 'fore we enter the cave
If we don't our people will either be dead or be slaves

[Tajai]
I've got a, vague, feeling he's here somewhere
Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears
Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins, drinkin blood out of golden goblets
Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet
And start some conscience, so it can locate then squash us
Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells
Only kept the strongest on parchment
Excellent swordsman and marksmen
Who's souls have been tarnished, but still escaped the demon's harness
Treading intrepantly upon a course
So many mornings, noons and nights no snoozing
Following the Northern Lights
Does this Holy Mic, really exist?
Or is it I'm risking my life, following visions?
The Knights got my back, original is black
I keep thinking that, it strengthens my attack
We blaze the final sack, tribuning, then start up the stone stairs
to the inner sanctum, to do our duty

[Phesto D]
We're prepared to shed blood and die as mortals for the Round Table
If we just happen to get slaughtered, depart our coil deep in soil
Her royal highness was boiled alive in turpentine
Right in line with the serpentine skirt, she died cursed
The whole Oligarch was torn apart before the Dark Ages eclipsed the planet
So the Holy Septum known as the microphone would be in sole control
We'd unfolded the scroll that told us where to go
Through the mongols, the concrete jungles
slipped in The Man From UNKLE, was swashbuckling
beat shuffling, acrobatic attack with titanic force
Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes
The torch dwindled, then rekindled with flashes
Right again, then I put my scimitar right up in em
Venom is like a scorpion sting, retrieve the age old relic
Now, I'm back to the Round Table...

Chorus

Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop!
Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop!
Yeah, we shall continue!
 
Hieroglyphics - Oakland Blackouts

"I don't know what makes that, that's why I need to you leave!
I'm very busy trying to discover a new science!" *echoes*

[Opio]
Yeahhh, beats like this you just can't peep
It's a natural, international, not that same ol' shit
Get split in half, figuratively speaking take a bloodbath
when I run past MC's, drop the mic like the Sunsplash
is in Jamaica, the heart-breaka lyrics
like a stake through your left pectoral your shit is horrible
I'm clean, like brand new Mo-Mo's on a Porsche
and your shit is sittin on rims, let me begin
to elaborate, rings on his hands like each finger was Saturn
and the latest fashions but the same patterns
kept flashin up in his rap, concerned with, glamorous
tales of fatalities like he was Tarantino
The analogy is that we know that Quentin write Fiction
Fantasies, woven intricately, while I'm predicting
every motion, them slight changes in your tone of voice
is a toast to your parasitic choice of speak
Leakin cold blood out the arteries if you bit
Cause we done said it, you can't configurate
like the great Hieroglyphics resistance we incinerate
Lit it up, now I'm fin to cut
Peep the demonstration of uniqueness

[Del] It could be fatal wait'll Del come back out
and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
[Opio] Don't you ever forget, it could be fatal
Wait'll O come back out, and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts

[Del the Funky Homosapien]
Hurrah, here come Del to dispel the blahs
Cause and effect, pause for respect collection
Diction friction, depicting violence
Volatile with my profile, like Molotov's
MC's must be on auto-pilot, waddle silent
like some platypuses, Del is down with data pushers
with top secret floppy disk and battle armor and mega
Plus all the rhymes that I'm bangin are double-decker, to check ya

[Opio]
Electri-fying, defying laws of gravity (what?)
Avidly rapidly firing lyrics I'm shattering
the abdominal cavity, then I'm travelling out the spinal
Finalizing your paralysis on the microphone (what?)
The catalyst is the capital L-I-N-D-S-E-Y
MC's try to test but they mind gets blown

[Del] Don't you ever forget, it could be fatal
Wait'll Del come back out, and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
[Opio] Don't you ever forget, it could be fatal
Wait'll O come back out, and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts

[Del the Funky Homosapien]
Ain't no MC hurtin me, matter of fact you work for me
Havoc stricken palladiums made me numb
to anything you speak to desecrate the great Hieroglyphics
And with it goes the flows that chop egos, to segments
Behind the decimal points, I point backwards
when you lack words you toil but boil I coil clowns
all around, repellin sellin statues of wack groups
Statues for Hieroglyphic travellers
Any lackluster MC's I mallux ya, right on your cranium crack it
Bust your teeth through your limbs and then tip you over
If you know of Del, well then
I ill constantly with consonants, followed by nouns and make
mounds of manuscripts to whip challengers, that ain't
too talented, so before I reach my destintation
let's waste some MC's for fun (yeah)
I understand the fans needs so I feed em smorgasboards
so they can gorge and MC's can gouge they eyes out, from the teargas
emitted from my tongue, leaving fans sprung
And for the crews who high-strung, eat dung (ewww)
They just gnats and ticks, bugging me (bzzzzzzz)
Hugging me nuts in a cuddly clutch, my
Hieroglyphic theory is validated by facts
Dilated the tracks, so they wide and fat
Violated the wax, but colonized the wise words
with more enzymes ten times nutritional
Unintentional, my flows just go there, yeah

[Opio] Don't you ever forget, it could be fatal
Wait'll Op come back out and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
[Del] Don't you ever forget, it could be fatal
Wait'll Del come back out and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
[Opio] Don't you ever forget, it could be fatal wait'll Souls come back out
and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
[Del] Don't you ever forget, it could be fatal wait'll ? come back out
and act out emotions in Oakland Blackouts
[Opio] It could be fatal... wait'll Cas come back out
Time to scam all you MC's
[Del] Yeahhh, yeah, it could be fatal
Wait'll Pep and Jay-Biz come back out, hahaha
[Opio] YouknowhatI'msayin? ... Just wait

*cut and scratched* "My rhyme will remain Hieroglyphic"
 
Hieroglyphics - At the Helm

Here we go

Chorus:

Life is a blast when you know what you're doin
Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruined
Life is a thrill when your skill is developed
If you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up

Verse One:

My rhymes is like droppin your head on cement
Crackin it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent on
resurrection, per-fection
Lesson #1: rekindle the essence
Rap ain't about bustin caps and ****in bitches
It's about fluency with rhymin ingenuity
All of this is new to me, see I peep rhymes
with scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightrope
A thin line between insanity and sanity
mixed with a little vanity, boostin the morality
with Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it rich
like calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a plan
And, I will expand hip-hop as well
Might even kick a little impromptu, to stomp you
weaklings, speaking things foreign to the human ear
that, you will fear now, whether you like it or not
Blood clots on your little life on the situation
and on the stipulations... the shit you wastin
time on you pawns, it was planned like that
But we can fight back, like David Horowitz
and say we want no more of this
and put it in a cyrogenic status
Replace it with the latest in technology
Hip-Hop policies that demolish ya follies
Olly olly oxen free, get off of me
You can't see this, your defeatist attitude'll
get you nowhere fast, I tend to my task cause

Chorus: repeat 2X

Verse Two:

Don't even start on the next man, let's scan
your situation, you still have no patience
Flip on niggaz, rob niggaz, even family
All the way up to your moms -- you can't stand to be
in the house, but when you kicked out you beggin
to come back in then the same old skit happens
You say you rappin but you don't know the essence
Just hoe slap and bustin caps is your message
Plus every time I put some scrill down, you steal it
If that's your way of teachin me a lesson I don't feel it
Your raps reflect your life and that's a shame
cause the way you're soundin, you must think that it's a game
I can see if you came from the ghetto, but you came
from the Meadow -- you really need to let that go
You got no respect for hip-hop, and you tryin to rhyme
Biding your time and I find it a crime
I even tried to bury the hatchet man
Cause we all African, you wanna be a rapper
start practicin, you can't even flow right
Spend most of your time ****in hoes, getting in fights
Hangin out, with no mission in life
And you're missing your life, and you'll be missing out on life
I won't sweat you for that G you stole
cause if you're still alive, I'll be there to see you fold
Told ya!

Chorus: repeat 2X

Verse Three:

You could be a rapper an actor a gun clapper
A comedian providing laughter as a bachelor
A pastor of a chapter, a doctor, a lawyer
A fireman, a hired hand, whether boy or girl
it's your world your future you control it
Whatever you do, early on, is how you mold it
I record it, sold it, told it to you
Mr. Del wouldn't tell you nothin that ain't true, because

Chorus

Think you're able to label the Hiero sound?
You still haven't found a comparable variable
You think you're able to label the Hiero sound?
You still haven't found a comparable variable
All you marks... YEAH!

This the freshest shit and you know it
 
Hieroglyphics - You never Know

(together) Hiero, y'all...

[A-Plus]
It's not a wrong thing
to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend
I'll tell you one thing:
You'll never catch me fronting
As I proceed to give the people what they wanting
[Opio] You're making some green...
[A-Plus] But not for drama or fashion
I'm stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion
[Opio] All from rapping?
[A-Plus] Nah, man, there's many plans
Like investing in land
It started all from impressing the fans
With brand new flows
And you know
All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos
Fools used those
But we ain't tripping
Give respect when you see this
You need us,
or your raps underdevelop like a fetus

[Pep Love]
Those that know not doze
And it shows
When we broke out the knock
Hos hopped out they clothes
That's positive feedback
Yep, The Prose
I'm poised, we never pose, you'll never know
>From '93 til infinity we've been inventive
Creating the bump is our only incentive
And it's been a long time since I feel I've been felt
But the only thing I fear is fear itself
So you know what we gots to do
Maybe could we keep it within the crew
Like it should be?
Never givin' out
We're livin' out our dreams
If there's something I can't live without,
That's my team
You never knew...

[Phesto]
Hieroglyphics
Hip-hop is vintage
Underground like silos
Launching long-range ballistics
World-renowned, we ground-breaking
Musical boundaries
Runnin' circles around emcees

[Del]
Del -- been rhyming for more than a decade
Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid
Stay paid, I'm still grade-A
None of that tomfoolery
As you can see this shit ain't nothing new to me
Utterly hovering over other things material
You're stuck in the here and now
Plus you're sweating profusely -- here's a towel
Your fears are now reality
When I take your dream states
And elaborate on how your team's fake
With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like
Only I see through the charade you've made
In today, but hey, tomorrow it's played
And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed

[Phesto]
Hieroglyphics
Hip-hop is vintage
Invented in days back
Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost
In this contemporary maze of methods to floss
We finding trees and trails to blaze
Boundaries to cross
We can be found beyond the bounds of reason
Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum

[Opio]
They rushed the stage full-throttle in Chicago
Our brains interlocked
Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40-bottle
Or get their chains snatched, pronto
We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto
Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan
where they put major grands in my hand
Follow...

[Phesto]
Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an'
Our perfection on the microphone was predestined
World-renowned, we ground-breaking
Musical boundaries
Runnin' circles around emcees
 
Pep Love - Crooked Angels

Chorus
My perspective is a bird's eye view
Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you
Crooked angles logged all up in my book
Of logistics tales in the places we done took it

Like this shit
Niggaz will do this to get attention
Flashing and flossing, fronting like they rich with
No intellectual enrichment
They pull up to the light thinking it's all right
And get their wigs split
By the local town jacker
Act the fool smack the fool with the back of the tool
Doing dirt not caring who he hurt not
Even unaware the gunshots came tearing through his shirt
From one of the many people that he robbed before
At the same intersection
Now with his chest blown into sections
He realizes the wrong of his ways as a victim of one that he victimized who
Didn't know the boys in blue
Was alerted of the murder when they heard the noize
Plus seen the sparks when they rushed to the scene
The hero was still there so his ass got caught

Chorus
And my perspective is a bird's eye view
Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you
Crooked angles logged all up in my book
Of logistics tales in the places we done took it

Like sideways
Peddle to the medal on the highway
Trying to escape the bird of the ghetto
I can't settle for federal indictment
You think I'm head over heels
For fake thrills
Pseudo excitement?
Never gave me a bit of enlightment
But I must be liberated to keep my life like lit
So I stay smarter than the average bear
Without a boo-boo, a **** or a care
Just aware
Of what's around
Whenever my feet touch the ground
I'm mentally muscle bound
With wit, wisdom
Precision and vision and myself in prison
Isn't it all how I'm living?

Chorus
So my perspective is a bird's eye view
Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you
Crooked angles logged all up in my book
Of logistics tales in the places we done took it

From over here to over there
But sad while feared
Dastardly, daring debonaire
I got the master key to the game that claim is locked
But I kick in the door with my trigger gun cock
You never knew
What I would do
To get the revenue
I'd watch 'cha til I got 'cha
Then I'll let it lose
Like propositions, bills and laws
They make to break y'all
But still we ball
Going all out
Never the fan to fall out
My energy peeks for weeks
And what I seek is
Height and awareness, fine tune and perception
A slippable style with a smile - perfection

Chorus x2
My perspective is a bird's eye view
Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you
Crooked angles logged all up in my book
Of logistics tales in the places we done took it

<Scratches>you can't see me
 
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