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Drunks
It begins
Quickly now or all is lost
Hieroglyphics baby
Yeah yeah
Yo, with delicate precision I erect a prison
Make you respect the wisdom
Man I'm chillin' with these checks I'm gettin'
Casholo when I raps over tracks, yo I mack
Just to break a ho back, pushin' that ass over
Stop hatin' before my dogs smash on ya
Niggas claimin' they ballers and can't even stack doja
No model chicks, just a trick with some wack Hova
No Range Rover, just a moped and a crashed Nova
Y'all speak hard but then you leave scarred
When you see my deep squad it mean you finna meet God
Is you a retard? It get heavy when we start
Snatch your weak broad, then we playin' leapfrog
Yeah we sometimes explicit, never complicit
Bust it, I gets busy usin' the arts of mystics
Break the shit down then I start to twist it
Blow it into the wind when I touch the microphone
It's a win-win situation, you placed in
I'm goin' for the ball, it's all about concentration and placement
Boxin' niggas out, rockin' any house
Anytime, anywhere, anyhow, nigga feel me now?
Phenomenon, finna mash on the feminine
Off the sour mash, cobwebs in my calabash
Blast on you scalawags, then I throw up some power flaps
Don't have to ask you, yo how was that?
Yeah we inter-continental
Multiple mentals, possessive of all essentials
Movin' on you minstrels, man this what we off into
This what we was meant to do, uh
Yeah we inter-continental
Ballistic missile, melt bones flesh and gristle
Put away yo' pistol, 'cause you gon' feel us when we hit you
Nigga we the Hiero Crew, marks!
They ain't got the heart to battle us
Our challengers stay talentless
I'm imbalanced like a funabilis
No need to counteract or counter-attack 'cause you're kinda wack
Engaged in static with the lymphatic, pimp at it
Large and lethargic but still swift at it, rhythmatic
With hard shit, wordsmith versatile
Wild tool of the Nile, style'll get you buried
They see your picture when they get your obituary
You scary-ass, low-class, ho-ass nigga
Broke-ass nigga, you don't know cash
Nigga
I'm like side street, high speedin', sharp turnin'
Rack and pinion steerin', veerin' towards the curb and
Police runnin', machine gunnin'
Gasoline Mark Fuhrman, start burnin', leave nothin'
No evidence, just dead presidents
The best nemesis, treacherous evil residents
Who got weapons with scopes on 'em, Op's watchin'
Deep as the Exorcist tryin' to cause a closed coffin
Man I'm on the mic show stoppin'
Like a load shotguns, the rest is so monotonous
Pseudo-scientific, but you know Hiero's infinite
Fuck a diamond, I dominate, concentrate
Yeah we inter-continental
Meditated mind state, balanced mental
Movin' on you minstrels, mashin' on the instrumental
Man that's what we meant to do, uh
Yeah we inter-continental
Ballistic missile, melt bones flesh and gristle
You ain't finna feel shit when we hit you
We into you, this is the Hiero Crew, marks!
Yeah, it's metal gear for the track layer
Sword blaze ya vertebraes up
Swing my laser like a space-age sensei
The suckers sashay, backfire on the messiah
It's quick draw, rapid fire through your rap attire
I sidesaddle ya, sciatica straddle ya automatics
Dazzlin' 'em with fabulous force that's haphazardous
Third world antagonist with flows, hell daggers
I nail dragon, you frail baggage, a stale package
Sharp hatchet, here's Johnny, lyrics polly
Draw down like Salvador Dali out the drawer to the Hollies
Snatchin' body clowns get cracked up at the colly
Like niggas tryin' to 720 windmill into an ollie
It was written on stone tablets
Hieroglyphics rippin' microphones savage
Puttin' imperium on the map, bitch
Niggas be lettin' they lips flap
Speakin' on my crew in front the hoes
Dude what kinda shit's that? You're bound to get slapped
Carjacked and pistol smacked and get your bitch kidnapped
And I don't even get down like that, but word get around quick
Guess you wanna hear me spit some town shit
Nah, I got a different style in the 99th percentile
While you tryin' to get down, I been down with real niggas
That will make your wig wiggle while I'm gigglin'
Stickin' your chick with the dill pickle, you feel that?
We inter-continental
You corny niggas always tracin' usin' stencils
Mash you mentals, I hope you got full dental
Nigga this the Hiero Crew, marks!
Yeah we inter-continental
Ballistic missile, melt bones flesh and gristle
Movin' on you minstrels, mashin' on the instrumental
Nigga this the Hiero Crew, marks!