Hieroglyphics

I got a feeling a nigga could make a killing If he packed up his bags and moved to New Zealand New Guinea, New York, you need something new Besides them fucking Newports prepared to be dead The street said, "Your shit's soft like wheat bread On your

[Tajai] It's the linchpin Lynching Antsy inchin' bit by bit chompin'at the bit My shot's inaccurate for profit Passionate for profit Cashin' in, that's the shit Lyrical laxative Runnin off afta' Never relaxing...lashin' Different than the last one So

Here we go Souls We got a show in Chicago 4 hours in flight, it seem like 25 though call in the promoter where is the chaffeur out here it's hella cold and where we from it don't snow the wind chill'll crack a windsheild waited for dude to pull up pa

Talking As long as you don't put too much on it Verse 1 Tonight we got the mic on cruise With more luck than horseshoes While we fuse together like ?? 'Cause we move with ten ton thrusters The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurys

(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..

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

[Opio] They say I'm like Bruce Willis...Unbreakable, Die Hard Ture 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 malitia like I'm Hannibal Imagine you the ante

[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