paroles de chanson The Who - Hieroglyphics

Tonight we got the mic on cruise
With more luck than horseshoes
While we fuse together like

Who the kiss we move with ten ton thrusters
The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysms
Expand with wisdom
Musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism
And animal instinct that's in sync

Distinct, leavin' suckas extinct when we combine
The gravity hella fine, physics of mind
Inebriating, leave you gaping open
Nothing's safe in Oakland
It's potent and murder is the slogan but

We showin' you the erosion of the stereotypical
Itchin' to pull the trigger on niggas
This is all original
And brand new, fidgetin' with tracks that are rigid and
Pigeonholin rappers while collectin' dividends at the door

Ya' know, ya' know, ya' know
And that's how it goes

Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?
Can't be no plainer (you!)
The remainders couldn't never be that one
Pack 'em in by millions attendance is platinum

Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators
With rhymes so major (you!)
Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper

Once again in your dimension, tension personified
Del and Hieroglyphics pollenize
We don't apolgize for gettin' places packed back-to-back
Our rank cranks just about any function
While your memory file is blank

No hankey-pankey jankey stuff goin'
Down over here no forms of raps eroding
My styles fluctuate like the Dow Jones average
While they stay savage
My cassette change shape and transform like ravage or rumble
Make the earth crumble and separate

Fallin' to the underground
Get into your head like a metal plate
While you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella fake
Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us
The eagle eye, Mach 1, three mics

Yes indeed, intuition is the tool in which I use
When enrichin' you with original stylistics
And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blowin up
With ballistic attacks

Let me just deal with the facts
Niggas keep it real in they raps which are not realistic

Perfection and our poetical competitive edge
Is just a reflection of how we feel shit
This history's impressionist microphone specialist
Catchin' bids for puttin' MCs parts in my fridge

But granted quiz it to exquisite to the highest EO
My prodigal product a diabolical melodics
Aquatic is nautical
Motion, Hiero, kenetic flotation so fuck ya phony radio rotation

My colossal might on the mic is optimum
Hip-hop from the Sequoia Heights populous
Gamma rays like Bruce Banner
Phase your scanner
With mind over matter I slap the curls out you girl scouts, ya know

Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?
Can't be no plainer (you!)
The remainders couldn't never be that one
Pack 'em in by millions attendance is platinum

Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators
With rhymes so major (you!)
Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper

Who? Who? Who? Who?
Are these originators rippin' cuts like sabres
In the hands of Darth Vader (you!)
The remainders couldn't never be that one
Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum

Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?
Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators
With rhymes so major (you!)
Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager
Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper