The Who-Del Instrumental - Hieroglyphics

Tonight we got the mic on cruise

With more luck than horseshoes

While we fuse together like Bruticus

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, leaving suckas extinct when we combine

The gravity nullifying physics of mind

Inebriating, leave you gaping open

Nothing’s safe in Oakland

It’s potent and murder is the slogan but

We showing the erosion of the stereotypical

Itching to pull the trigger on niggas

This is all original

And brand new, fidgeting with tracks that are rigid and

Pigeonholing rappers while collecting dividends at the door

Ya' know

And that’s how it go

(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 apologize for getting places packed back-to-back

Our rank cranks just about any function

While your memory file is blank

No hankey-pankey jankey stuff going

Down over here, no forms of rats or rodents

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 breed, mic crusaders

Yes indeed, intuition is the tool in which I use

When enriching you with original stylistics

And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blow it up

With ballistic attacks

Let me just deal with the facts

Niggas keep it real in they raps but you’re 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 putting MCs hearts in my fridge

The grand inquisitor, exquisite to the osteo

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 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 sabers

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 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

Yeah, Ahh!