Hah, ay youknowhatI'msayin Hieroglyphics in here... forever Hah hah!
Verse One:
Aiyyo peep it, the back breakin mack takin titles Vital to the right I'll make men ache when they try to step, but charlatans are within the range of danger, which keeps me callin friends I meets more fake fools than real ones But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense And since I'm-a rhy-mer, I need to take time to give niggaz reminders Who's the best, confuse the rest Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death The defter, slept on, long enough So now I pissed the stronger stuff and break out a bomb to puff Wrong! You can't hit, I lit it Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, dope I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead
Chorus: repeat 2X
Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it (3X) Get off it, I know you know, I know you know
Verse Two:
Hip-hip hooray! Dip skip away from the forte of freshness nuff skills impresses the West is all up to my ingenuity, you will be comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when daring situations get your face in your crew's areas, so you move gregarious Whatever you rhyme you do shit that's putrid and noisome, so why voice em, crew's get beaten until inanity Hieroglyphics can it be We're the best in the planet G Wiz niggaz are jealous But I fight what you bend with teeth so you can see if you can dig the G-R-O-O-V-E-S cause we be fresh For cypher a few the sneak-iest When kids wanna fade me, great But behold I got Seoul like the Olympics in eighty-eight So ladies wait for the coming of the He-Men You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men The mastermind is never apprehended I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up like the smoke of a phattie, add me to the shitlist, cause I be that I know you see that, we phat Livin larger than life I be the Zenith, clean with, mean stuff Taking charge of the stifiling Oppressing the dop-est in the sector Respect the, dope rhyme wrecker Hope I'm cleanin, when you think you're seein a massy Josh B got the beat like Rodney So King me, cuz I jumped ya This is how I checkah, foe Hit even the pecker, yo Getting to respect the, bro L-I-F-N-I-C you now know
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