Lyrics At the Helm - Hieroglyphics
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
like
droppin
your
head
on
cement
Crackin
it
open
hopin
to
make
a
dent;
I'm
hell-bent
on
Resurrection,
per-fection
Lesson
#1:
rekindle
the
essence
Rap
ain't
about
bustin
caps
and
fucking
bitches
It's
about
fluency
with
rhymin
ingenuity
All
of
this
is
new
to
me,
see
I
peep
rhymes
With
scrutiny,
under
a
microscope
I
walk
a
tightrope
A
thin
line
between
insanity
and
sanity
Mixed
with
a
little
vanity,
boostin
the
morality
With
Hiero
hospitality,
soon
to
strike
it:
rich
Like
calories,
salaries,
ahh
sounds
like
a
plan
And,
I
will
expand
hip-hop
as
well
Might
even
kick
a
little
impromptu,
to
stomp
you
Weaklings,
speaking
things
foreign
to
the
human
ear
That
you
will
fear
now,
whether
you
like
it
or
not
Blood
clots
on
you
little
life
on
the
situation
And
on
the
stipulations...
the
shit
you
wastin
Time
on
you
pawns,
it
was
planned
like
that
But
we
can
fight
back,
like
David
Horowitz
And
say
we
want
no
more
of
this
And
put
it
in
a
cyrogenic
status
Replace
it
with
the
lastest
in
technology
Hip-Hop
policies
that
demolish
ya
folliew
Olly
olly
oxen
free,
get
off
of
me
You
can't
see
this,
your
defeatist
attitude'll
Get
you
nowhere
fast,
I
tend
to
my
task
cause
Chorus:
2X
Verse
Two:
Don't
even
start
on
the
next
man,
let's
scan
Your
situation,
you
still
have
no
patience
Flip
on
niggaz,
rob
niggaz,
even
family
All
the
way
up
to
your
moms
- you
can't
stand
to
be
In
the
house,
but
when
you
kicked
out
you
beggin
To
come
back
in
then
the
same
old
skit
happens
You
say
you
rappin
but
you
don't
know
the
essence
Just
hoe
slap
and
bustin
caps
is
your
message
Plus
every
time
I
put
some
scrill
down,
you
steal
it
If
that's
your
way
of
teachin
me
a
lesson
I
don't
feel
it
Your
raps
reflect
your
life
and
that's
a
shame
Cause
the
way
you're
soundin,
you
must
think
that
it's
a
game
I
can
see
if
you
came
from
the
ghetto,
but
you
came
From
the
Meadow
- you
really
need
to
let
that
go
You
got
no
respect
for
hip-hop,
and
you
tryin
to
rhyme
Biding
your
time
and
I
find
it
a
crime
I
even
tried
to
bury
the
hatchet
man
Cause
we
all
African,
you
wanna
be
a
rapper
Start
practicin,
you
can't
even
flow
right
Spend
most
of
your
time
fuckin
hoes,
gettin
in
fights
Hangin
out,
with
no
mission
in
life
And
you're
missing
your
life,
and
you'll
be
missing
out
on
life
I
won't
sweat
you
for
that
G
you
stole
Cause
if
you're
still
alive,
I'll
be
there
to
see
you
fold
Told
ya!
Chorus:
2X
Verse
Three:
You
could
be
a
rapper
an
acto
a
gun
clapper
A
comedian
providing
laughter
as
a
bachelor
A
pastor
of
a
chapter,
a
doctor,
a
lawyer
A
fireman,
a
hired
hand,
whether
boy
or
girl
It's
your
world
your
future
you
control
it
Whatever
you
do,
early
on,
is
how
you
mold
it,
I
record
it,
sold
it,
told
it
to
you
Mr.
Del
wouldn't
tell
you
nothin
that
ain't
true,
because
Chorus
Think
you're
able
to
label
the
Hiero
sound?
You
still
haven't
found
a
comparable
variable
You
think
you're
able
to
label
the
Hiero
sound?
You
still
haven't
found
a
comparable
variable
All
you
marks...
YAH!
This
the
freshest
shit
and
you
know
it
1 Intro
2 You Never Knew
3 All Things
4 Casual
5 The Who
6 Dune Methane
7 Phesto
8 At the Helm
9 The Last One
10 Tajai
11 Oakland Blackouts
12 Mics of the Roundtable
13 See Delight
14 Pep Love
15 Off the Record
16 A-Plus
17 After Dark
18 Opio
19 No Nuts
20 Del
21 One Life One Love
22 Miles to the Sun
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