[A-Plus]
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Hieroglyphics baby
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Yeah, yeah!
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[A-Plus]
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Yo, we delicate precision I erect the prison
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Make you respect the wisdom
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Man I'm chillin' with these checks I'm gettin'
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Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I mack
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Just to break a ho back, we spin that ass over
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Stop hatin' before my dogs mash on ya
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Niggas claimin' they ballers they can't even sack dosia
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No model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova?)
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No Range Rover just a moped and a crashed nova
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Y'all speak hard but then you leave scarred
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When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet God
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Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start
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Snatch your weak broad then we playin' leapfrog
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[Tajai]
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Yeah we sometimes explicit
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Never complicit, bust it
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I gets busy usin' the arts of mystics
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Break the shit down then I start to twist it
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Blow it, into the wind
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When I touch the microphone it's a win-win, situation
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You placed in I'm goin' for the ball
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It's all about concentration and placement
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Boxin' niggas out rockin' any house
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Any time, any where, any how, nigga feel me now?
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Phenomenon, for the mash on the feminine
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Off the sour mash cobwebs in my calabash
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Blast on you scalawags
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Then I'll blow up some power plants
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Don't have to ask you yo how was that
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[Chorus: Tajai]
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Yeah we inter-continental
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Multiple mentals, possessive of all essentials
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Movin' on you minstrels
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Man this what we off in to
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This what we was meant to do
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Uh yeah we inter-continental
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Ballistic missile
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Melt bones, flesh and gristle
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Put away your pistol
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Cause you gon' feel us when we hit you
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Nigga we the Hiero Crew, marks
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[Casual]
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Ay,
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They ain't got the heart to battle us
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Our challengers stay talentless
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I'm imbalanced fuckin' (funabulous?)
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No need to counteract you counter-attack us you're kinda wack
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Engaged in static with the lymphatic pimp at it
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Large and the thought you was still swift at it rhythmatic
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With hard shit
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Wordsmith versatile while Jewel of the Nile style
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'll get you buried
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They see your picture when they get your obituary
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You scary-ass low-class ho-ass nigga
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Broke-ass nigga you don't know cash, nigga
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[Opio]
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Aw yeah
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I'm like side street high speedin'
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Sharp turnin'
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Rack and pinion steering veerin' towards the curb &
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Police runnin', machine-gunnin'
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Gasoline Mark Fuhrman, start burnin', leave nothin'
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No evidence just dead presidents
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The Fed's nemesis treacherous evil residents
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Who got weapons with scopes on 'em Op' squash it
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They deep as the exorcist tryin' to cause a closed coffin
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Man I'm on a mic show stoppin'
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Like a loaned shotgun
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The rest are so monotonous
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Pseudo-scientific but you know Hiero's infinite
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Fuck a diamond I dominate concentrate
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[Chorus: Tajai]
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Yeah we inter-continental
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Meditated mind state balanced mental
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Movin' on you minstrels
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Mashin' on the instrumental
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Man that's what we meant to do
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Uh, yeah we inter-continental
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Ballistic missile
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Melt bones, flesh and gristle
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You ain't fi'n to feel shit when we hit you
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We into you, this is the Hiero Crew, marks
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[Phesto Dee]
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Yeah it's metal gear for the track layer
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Sword blaze your vertebaes up
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Swing my laser like a space-age sensei
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The suckers sashe
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Backfire on the Messiah
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It's quick draw
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Rapid fire through your rap attire
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I side-saddle ya
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Sciatica straddle your automatics
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Dazzled 'em with fabulous force that's haphazardous
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Third-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggers
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I nailed Raymond, you frail baggage
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A stale package
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Sharp hatchet here's Johnny
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Lyrics (rally?)
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Draw down like Salvador Dali
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Out the drawer to the Hollies
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Snatchin' bodies clowns get cracked up at the Colli
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Like niggas tryin' to 720 wind mill into our alley
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[Pep Love]
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It was written in the stone tablets
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Hieroglyphics rippin' microphones savage
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Puttin' Imperium on the map bitch
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Niggas be lettin' they lips flap
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Speakin' on my crew in front the hoes
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Dude, what kinda shit's that?
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You bound to get slapped
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Car-jacked and pistol smacked
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And get your bitch kidnapped
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And I don't even get down like that
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But word get around quick
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Guess you wanna hear me spit some town s |