The Who
Lyrics
[Incomprehensible] As long as you don't put too much on it [Incomprehensible] Tonight we got the mic on cruise with more luck than horseshoesfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
west coast rap rootseast coast rap influences
danceable beats
boastin' lyrics
a repetitive song structure
a repetitive chorus
a tight kick sound
an electric bass riff
a slow moving bass line
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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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 [Incomprehensible] 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


