One Hundred Thousand Indi - Hieroglyphics

When shit going bad my daughter’s looking at me like

«Where you going dad?»

Do some old-school shit

Grab my pool stick and hop in the cab

Money magnets, mover;

jagged

They’re coming with a hundred styles

Without getting redundant

Abundant blessed success in excess

Get the drift

I’m nickel slick with articulate

Discourse in any predicament

So hit the dick

Under the relentless

Hammer of logic

Inanimate objects move

Under my telekinetic groove in the vocal booth

So we interrogated rappers 'til they wrote the truth

On record;

we introduce a new spectrum

A rhyme texture for dissection

Mic testing

Only slight pressure we might issue

So you know the prototype from these soda pop

Radio ad king cobra types on the mic

Behold when I unfold this soul on ice

We 'bout a hundred thou' indie

Niggas ain’t knowing about

These chips we be spending

We doing it up

And it’s only the beginning

That’s right

Don’t fret the bud

Spark pops to the wee hours

When doves cry to the cops

These cowards have no shame

You got the game all wrong

And if you get in trouble

Who the one you call on?

Your folks

When so broke with no hope

It’s those close

Know what I wrote’s dope fo sho

Quotes and antidote franchise

On the damn team

Started to get the ring

On the first ring no mercy

It’s only the beginning

Niggas ain’t knowing about

The chips we be spending

Your style is bulimic nigga

Anorexic I bust like a tec

Spit wreck-less

Leave you headless

This hard like erect dick

You soft and squeamish

Feminine

Like a seamstress

Serena or Venus

I got the U.S. open

Like I’m Agassi

Fuck Brooke Shields

I’m in the black tail magazine (that's right)

Pass the weed and the cherry flavor paper

So I can attack then

Be prepared to meet my maker

We 'bout a hundred thou' indie

Niggas ain’t knowing about

These chips we be spending

We doing it up

And it’s only the beginning

That’s right

Yeah, my start is your end

Like yin yang, Diablo

D I believe

I entertain with infinite game

Intentions bent to frame

Cultured ultra luminous

He was just tuna fish

Blacking out like a lunar eclipse

When I’m chewing my bitch out

For ruining shit (damn it)

You should just get

The fuck out of dodge

Or learn how to guard

Now that the people know

How you cowards are (we see you)

The power’s far beyond yours

I’m your fissure that’s provocative with proper shit

Shorty get shut down

Charlatans all get hung, see the strange fruit?

It ain’t cute, how they framed you

Knowing it ain’t true

But Del proclaims proof

Youthful outlook

Don’t let my mouth put me in positions not

Possible to climb out of

But on the flip tip

Plugs in all holes trying to sink my ship

We 'bout a hundred thou' indie

Niggas ain’t knowing about

These chips we be spending

We doing it up

And it’s only the beginning

That’s right