Song Lyrics
Or a clasp when we pass the mic, prepare to spit
Op and phesto, they never gonna see the light
don t give a fuck really what coast you claim
shift in all directions
with your small time ho goin down like vinyl
That is irreversible, soundin like the next nigga on the microphone
Rock it like this, that is irreversible
Non-stop comedies all they ever gonna be, only one crew got it
in attempt to escape but wait
how can i be broken down or fractured
we know it all
How can i be broken down or fractured, don t give a fuck really what coast you claim, in attempt to escape but wait
Hieroglyphics got your back pilin through thickness, first of all for you pussies, if my aim seems mainstream
And wanna peel my cap, when we up in this mode it s sewn
Prepare to spit, my raps is mad as a fact
you know we got this game for the biatches
From the o and niggas know that we rock it like that, he know it all Of, op and phesto
You motherfuckers step the hell on back, you won t know where i went
You know we got this game for the biatches, you couldn t match one of my freestyles if i was pervin off that cali ac
Assess the damage after i kick a verse, hieroglyphics got your back pilin through thickness
the raps be curvin often
take a 4 to your dome to send you back
that s why niggas dig em
the fantastic four attach words together like a latch
or a clasp when we pass the mic