| Del meister, bout to heist the hijacking, come back
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| Listen to this, peep it The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures
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| Replenishing with my menacing sentencing
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| Up inside this, oblige with guidance
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| From the funk expanding verb triton
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| I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek
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| To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized
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| Fuck so bad, you feel sodomized
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| Time for words to be colonized
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| To keep regards tall in size
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| Erecting the best things in life
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| My flows composed of foe-sas
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| My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm
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| I hella spurn, but my face is calm
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| Keeping the hip-hop scene vibrant
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| I come alive with good tide, it’s fine, and MC’s silent
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| Milestones in Hiero history
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| Led you wishin’we was never released, at least
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| Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero’s gifts
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| Those that don’t agree is just pleading the Fifth
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| Proceeding to enscript the code
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| that makes your brain overload and implode
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| Too much imagination got you facing defeat
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| Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat
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| It’s Del with my diabolical follow-ups
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| And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing
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| With interest, and that was just an entrance
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| Save it, put it in your pocket for later
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| It’s all greater, I’ma do you a small favor
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| Deliver want we call beta
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| For ya’ll and your neighbors
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| With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader
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| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts
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| Competition shouldn’t have even shown up with No Nuts
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| We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts
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| The coldcuts
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| Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up I hit’em again and again
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| Trust no one
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| The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them
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| And I don’t know about that diplomatic shit
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| I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho
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| I murder’em like hurdling obstacles
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| It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls
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| I’m hot pepper, that you don’t wanna taste to see
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| So just watch me lace the beat gracefully
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| And ain’t a nigga got a thang to say
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| My broken language slay niggas that came this way
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| Aimlessly
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| My automatic’s spray reck havoc and mayhem
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| If you got something to say, come to bay
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| And get it off your chest
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| Then put it to rest
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| Another competitor bested
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| Ready to, just shut the hell up Develop your skill, and get enveloped still
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| With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered
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| We delivered the russian roulette
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| You never know it might get you wet
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| I’ll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss (WHO)
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| Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew,
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| I’ll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden
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| Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass
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| The irrelvant punk that pump fiction
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| But no, he don’t want no friction
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| I got a mic addiction that I don’t wanna kick
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| Mine’s are original rhymes that are three-dimensional
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| Inching up to the pinnacle and cranking my engine up And then I’m out with the middle finger up And a perpetual S on my chest, just to let you know
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| We still the best
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| Save it, put it in your pocket for later
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| It’s all greater, I’ma do you a small favor
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| Deliver want we call beta
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| For ya’ll and your neighbors
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| With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader
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| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up You know what, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts
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| Competition shouldn’t have even shown up with No Nuts
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| We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |