Lyrics Mics of the Roundtable - Hieroglyphics
Yeah,
Hieroglyphics
crew,
ya
don′t
stop
What?
Hieroglyphics
crew,
ya
don't
stop
[Intro/Chorus:
x2]
All
nightin,
all
dayin,
crusadin
Invadin,
tryin
to
find
out
who′s
Satan
Hieroglyphics
on
the
conquest,
move
makin
For
the
holy
mic
you
takin
A
man
dies
once,
but
a
coward
dies
a
thousand
deaths
Man
you
must
know
how
to
step
with
no
power
left
Those
words
are
words
of
the
prophetess
of
the
powerless
As
she
professed,
we
became
incensed,
set
up
on
a
quest
Totally
entrenched
in
every
flow
that
we
dispensed
Any
foe'll
be
a
cinch,
cause
we
know
that
we
been
sent
By
the
divine,
universal
mother
and
father
to
rhyme
You
pre-millenium
MC's
are
far
behind
So
we
off
to
find,
the
holy
mic
it′s
only
right
Hieroglyphics
mics
of
the
round
table
can
hold
it
tight
Keep
it
stable,
collectin,
scriptures
and
secrets
Projectin
the
cohesive,
beam
like
graviton
With
the
avalon,
Hiero
is
dope
ask
God
And
evil-doers
on
the
mic
you
have
done
your
last
fraud
This
ain′t
no
practical
joke,
or
anti-factual
hoax
But
something
each
breath
in
my
avioli
sacs'll
promote
Opposing
MC′s
will
be
stomped
in
the
process
or
taken
hostage
Until
it
is
accomplished
and
you
can't
stop
us
Draw
down
the
drawbridge,
cross
the
moat,
let′s
go
Hieroglyphics
adventures
in
the
Twilight
Zone
[Chorus]
[A-Plus]
Rumor
has
it,
in
a
far
away
land
The
enemy's
partly
a
devil
and
he′s
partly
a
man
Now
we,
on
a
crusade,
and
I,
got
a
new
blade
From
the
blacksmith,
plus
some
chainmail
that
fits
my
frame
well
Three
Knights
walking,
Knights
stalkin
for
the
Holy
Mic
y'all
Sun
up
to
night
fall
Despite
all
efforts
from
the
sacreligious
interlopers
Mountains,
snows,
swamps,
even
bridges
we
will
venture
over
We
were
amazed
it
took
Only
a
mere,
three
hundred
sixty
days
on
foot
Now
we,
better
be
brave
'fore
we
enter
the
cave
If
we
don′t
our
people
will
either
be
dead
or
be
slaves
[Tajai]
I′ve
got
a,
vague,
feeling
he's
here
somewhere
Feeding
off
rage,
villiany,
tears
and
fears
Hob
nobbin
with
Hobgoblins,
drinkin
blood
out
of
golden
goblets
Waitin
for
us
to
throw
the
gauntlet
And
start
some
conscience,
so
it
can
locate
then
squash
us
Lest
we
stay
cautious,
remembered
our
spells
Only
kept
the
strongest
on
parchment
Excellent
swordsman
and
marksmen
Who′s
souls
have
been
tarnished,
but
still
escaped
the
demon's
harness
Treading
intrepantly
upon
a
course
So
many
mornings,
noons
and
nights
no
snoozing
Following
the
Northern
Lights
Does
this
Holy
Mic,
really
exist?
Or
is
it
I′m
risking
my
life,
following
visions?
The
Knights
got
my
back,
original
is
black
I
keep
thinking
that,
it
strengthens
my
attack
We
blaze
the
final
sack,
tribuning,
then
start
up
the
stone
stairs
To
the
inner
sanctum,
to
do
our
duty
[Phesto
D]
We're
prepared
to
shed
blood
and
die
as
mortals
for
the
Round
Table
If
we
just
happen
to
get
slaughtered,
depart
our
coil
deep
in
soil
Her
royal
highness
was
boiled
alive
in
turpentine
Right
in
line
with
the
serpentine
skirt,
she
died
cursed
The
whole
Oligarch
was
torn
apart
before
the
Dark
Ages
eclipsed
the
planet
So
the
Holy
Septum
known
as
the
microphone
would
be
in
sole
control
We′d
unfolded
the
scroll
that
told
us
where
to
go
Through
the
mongols,
the
concrete
jungles
Slipped
in
The
Man
From
UNKLE,
was
swashbuckling
Beat
shuffling,
acrobatic
attack
with
titanic
force
Back
and
forth,
trading
slashes
and
gashes
The
torch
dwindled,
then
rekindled
with
flashes
Right
again,
then
I
put
my
scimitar
right
up
in
em
Venom
is
like
a
scorpion
sting,
retrieve
the
age
old
relic
Now,
I'm
back
to
the
Round
Table...
[Chorus]
Hieroglyphics
crew,
ya
don't
stop!
Hieroglyphics
crew,
ya
don′t
stop!
Yeah,
we
shall
continue
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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