And animal instinct that's in sync
Can't be no plainer
Nothing's safe in Oakland, it's potent and murder is the slogan
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This history's impressionist microphone specialist
Motion, Hiero, kinetic flotation so fuck ya phony radio rotation
As long as you don't put too much on it
You, the remainders couldn't never be that one
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
You, ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
The eagle eye, Mach 1, three mics
Catchin' bids for puttin' MCs parts in my fridge
While you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella fake
Who? Who? Who?
Get into your head like a metal plate
Who? Who? Who?
[Incomprehensible]
Who? Who? Who?
Distinct, leavin' suckas extinct when we combine
But we showin' you the erosion of the stereotypical itchin'
Make the earth crumble and seperate fallin' to the underground
We don't apolgize for gettin' places packed back-to-back
And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blowin up
My colossal might on the mic is optimum
Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?
Niggas keep it real in they raps which are not realistic
Who the entertainers who stimulate like vibrators
Is just a reflection of how we feel the shit
The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again
You, ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
Are these originators rippin' cuts like sabres
Songwriters: Teren Delvon Jones, Opio Lindsey, Pallo Peacock, Damani Thompson
Publisher: HAPPY HEMP MUSIC
Who the entertainers who stimulate like vibrators with rhymes so major
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
Hip-hop from the Sequoia Heights populous
Gamma rays like Bruce Banner, phase your scanner
Who? Who? Who?
Who the entertainers who stimulate like vibrators with rhymes so major
Del and Hieroglyphics pollenize
You, ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
My cassette change shape and transform like ravage or rumble
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
Once again in your dimension, tension personified
Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum
Fidgetin' with tracks that are rigid and pigeonholin rappers
Our rank cranks just about any function while your memory file is blank
While collectin' dividends at the door, ya' know, and that's how it goes
Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us
With ballistic attacks,let me just deal with the facts
Pack 'em in by millions attendance is platinum
No hankey-pankey jankey stuff goin'
Musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism
The gravity hella fine, physics of mind inebriating, leave you gaping open
My styles fluctuate like the Dow Jones average while they stay savage
My prodigal product a diabolical melodics, aquatic is nautical
Pack 'em in by millions attendance is platinum
Down over here no forms of raps are wroten
Can't be no plainer
They say 'D', intuition is the tool in which I use
But granted quiz it to exquisite to the highest EO
Tonight we got the mic on cruise with more luck than horseshoes
Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?
In the hands of Darth Vader
Like aneurysms, expand with wisdom
While we fuse together like[Incomprehensible]
'Cause we move with ten ton thrusters
With rhymes so major
To pull the trigger on niggas, this is all original and brand new
Who? Who? Who?
When enrichin' you with original stylistics
With mind over matter I slap the curls out you girl scouts, ya know
You, the remainders couldn't never be that one
Who? Who? Who?
You, the remainders couldn't never be that one
Perfection and our poetical competitive edge