| We Silver Surfing over soundwaves, scalpin
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| Tickets to my show for twenty dollars more than face value pays
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| Curse my vowels on you holdin kids, marvel and gaze
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| I strip the tarnish off the microphone, sharp as a spade
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| Bring my plans to fruition, with intuition known to witches
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| The Hieroglyphic argonauts bombard the spot
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| With sandblasters, grand eloquence eloquent talented
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| Like balance beam medalists, the seismic
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| Hi fidelity poltergeist in your amplifiers
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| Bustin from the top like snipers, niggas hyper
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| Ventilate at the sight of the arch nemesis
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| When Phesto D walks the premises
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| I leave em mumma-fied like Tutan-khamun
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| With premonitions like Hieronymous, device is incisive
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| And still be rockin the mic with arthritis
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| And blow the sleeves off your shirt, cause you’ll need a life vest
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| To survive this, any anonymous character
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| From Bay Area 51 to Copernicus
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| I’m turnin kids to concrete, or be impaled
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| On the stallic mic, with the slightest impulse
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| I’m hair trigger, explode and reconstitute with vigor
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| Put the mic in the depths, crane like The Vigilante
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| Manhandling, your crime family like Stan Lee
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| Branding niggas with the Hiero, symbol and
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| Adrenalin is, hallucinogenic
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| By the time the ambulance rolled up, the pharmaceuticals entered
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| They won’t be able to identify ya
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| Dental records on laser disk, CD, tape or vinyl
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| The Hiero, glyphics play the Iron Curtain
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| Drop the gavel on your gangsta babble and face the verdict |