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Hieroglyphics - No Nuts lyrics
Del] Del meister bout to heist the hijacking come back Listen to this peep it The transfixer reprimand your bland fixtures Replenishing with my menacing sentencing Up inside this oblige with guidance From the funk expanding verb triton I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized Fuck so bad you feel sodomized Time for words to be colonized To keep regards tall in size Erecting the best things in life My flows composed of foe-sas My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm I hella spurn, but my face is calm Keeping the hip-hop scene vibrant I come alive with good tide, it's fine, and MC's silent Milestones in Hiero history Led you wishin' we was never released, at least Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero's gifts Those that don't agree is just pleading the Fifth Proceeding to enscript the code that makes your brain overload and implode Too much imagination got you facing defeat Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat It's Del with my diabolical follow-ups And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing With interest, and that was just an entrance Chorus: Save it, put it in your pocket for later It's all greater, I'ma do you a small favor Deliver want we call beta For ya'll and your neighbors With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts Competition shouldn't have even shown up with No Nuts We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts [Pep Love] The coldcuts Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up I hit'em again and again Trust no one The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them And I don't know about that diplomatic shit I rather let it crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho I murder'em like hurdling obstacles It cause holocaust, all I got is word & balls I'm hot pepper, that you don't wanna taste to see So just watch me lace the beat gracefully And ain't a nigga got a thang to say My broken language slay niggas that came this way Aimlessly My automatic's brave, reck havoc and mayhem If you got something to say, come to bay And get it off your chest Then put it to rest Another competitor bested Ready to, just shut the hell up Develop your skill, and get enveloped still With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered We delivered the russian roulette You never know it might get you wet I'll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss (WHO) Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, I'll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass The irrelvant punk that pumps fiction But no, he don't want no friction I got a mic addiction that I don't wanna kick Mine's are original rhymes that are three-dimensional Inching up to the pinnacle and cranking my engine up And then I'm out with the middle finger up And a perpetual "S" on my chest, just to let you know We still the best Chorus |
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