Song | You Never Knew |
Artist | Hieroglyphics |
Album | 3rd Eye Vision |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carte, Carter, Jones, Lindsey ... | |
(together) Hiero y'all... | |
(A Plus) | |
It's not a wrong thing | |
to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend | |
I'll tell you one thing: | |
You'll never catch me fronting | |
As I proceed to give the people what they wanting | |
(Opio) You're making some green... | |
(A Plus) But not for drama or fashion | |
I'm stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion | |
(Opio) All from rapping? | |
(A Plus) Nah man there's many plans | |
Like investing in land | |
It started all from impressing the fans | |
With brand new flows | |
And you know | |
All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos | |
Fools used those | |
But we ain't tripping | |
Give respect when you see this | |
You need us, | |
or your raps underdevelop like a fetus | |
(Pep Love) | |
Those that know not doze | |
And it shows | |
When we broke out the knock | |
Hos hopped out they clothes | |
That's positive feedback | |
Yep, The Prose | |
I'm poised, we never pose, you'll never know | |
>From '93 til infinity we've been inventive | |
Creating the bump is our only incentive | |
And it's been a long time since I feel I've been felt | |
But the only thing I fear is fear itself | |
So you know what we gots to do | |
Maybe could we keep it within the crew | |
Like it should be? | |
Never givin' out | |
We're livin' out our dreams | |
If there's something I can't live without, | |
That's my team | |
You never knew... | |
(Phesto) | |
Hieroglyphics | |
Hip-hop is vintage | |
Underground like silos | |
Launching long-range ballistics | |
World-renowned, we ground-breaking | |
Musical boundaries | |
Runnin' circles around emcees | |
(Del) | |
Del -- been rhyming for more than a decade | |
Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid | |
Stay paid, I'm still grade-A | |
None of that tomfoolery | |
As you can see this shit ain't nothing new to me | |
Utterly hovering over other things material | |
You're stuck in the here and now | |
Plus you're sweating profusely -- here's a towel | |
Your fears are now reality | |
When I take your dream states | |
And elaborate on how your team's fake | |
With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like | |
Only I see through the charade you've made | |
In today, but hey, tomorrow it's played | |
And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed | |
(Phesto) | |
Hieroglyphics | |
Hip-hop is vintage | |
Invented in days back | |
Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost | |
In this contemporary maze of methods to floss | |
We finding trees and trails to blaze | |
Boundaries to cross | |
We can be found beyond the bounds of reason | |
Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum | |
(Opio) | |
They rushed the stage full-throttle in Chicago | |
Our brains interlocked | |
Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40-bottle | |
Or get their chains snatched, pronto | |
We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto | |
Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan | |
where they put major grands in my hand | |
Follow... | |
(Phesto) | |
Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an' | |
Our perfection on the microphone was predestined | |
World-renowned, we ground-breaking | |
Musical boundaries | |
Runnin' circles around emcees |
zuo ci : Carte, Carter, Jones, Lindsey ... | |
together Hiero y' all... | |
A Plus | |
It' s not a wrong thing | |
to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend | |
I' ll tell you one thing: | |
You' ll never catch me fronting | |
As I proceed to give the people what they wanting | |
Opio You' re making some green... | |
A Plus But not for drama or fashion | |
I' m stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion | |
Opio All from rapping? | |
A Plus Nah man there' s many plans | |
Like investing in land | |
It started all from impressing the fans | |
With brand new flows | |
And you know | |
All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos | |
Fools used those | |
But we ain' t tripping | |
Give respect when you see this | |
You need us, | |
or your raps underdevelop like a fetus | |
Pep Love | |
Those that know not doze | |
And it shows | |
When we broke out the knock | |
Hos hopped out they clothes | |
That' s positive feedback | |
Yep, The Prose | |
I' m poised, we never pose, you' ll never know | |
From ' 93 til infinity we' ve been inventive | |
Creating the bump is our only incentive | |
And it' s been a long time since I feel I' ve been felt | |
But the only thing I fear is fear itself | |
So you know what we gots to do | |
Maybe could we keep it within the crew | |
Like it should be? | |
Never givin' out | |
We' re livin' out our dreams | |
If there' s something I can' t live without, | |
That' s my team | |
You never knew... | |
Phesto | |
Hieroglyphics | |
Hiphop is vintage | |
Underground like silos | |
Launching longrange ballistics | |
Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
Musical boundaries | |
Runnin' circles around emcees | |
Del | |
Del been rhyming for more than a decade | |
Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid | |
Stay paid, I' m still gradeA | |
None of that tomfoolery | |
As you can see this shit ain' t nothing new to me | |
Utterly hovering over other things material | |
You' re stuck in the here and now | |
Plus you' re sweating profusely here' s a towel | |
Your fears are now reality | |
When I take your dream states | |
And elaborate on how your team' s fake | |
With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like | |
Only I see through the charade you' ve made | |
In today, but hey, tomorrow it' s played | |
And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed | |
Phesto | |
Hieroglyphics | |
Hiphop is vintage | |
Invented in days back | |
Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost | |
In this contemporary maze of methods to floss | |
We finding trees and trails to blaze | |
Boundaries to cross | |
We can be found beyond the bounds of reason | |
Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum | |
Opio | |
They rushed the stage fullthrottle in Chicago | |
Our brains interlocked | |
Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40bottle | |
Or get their chains snatched, pronto | |
We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto | |
Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan | |
where they put major grands in my hand | |
Follow... | |
Phesto | |
Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an' | |
Our perfection on the microphone was predestined | |
Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
Musical boundaries | |
Runnin' circles around emcees |
zuò cí : Carte, Carter, Jones, Lindsey ... | |
together Hiero y' all... | |
A Plus | |
It' s not a wrong thing | |
to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend | |
I' ll tell you one thing: | |
You' ll never catch me fronting | |
As I proceed to give the people what they wanting | |
Opio You' re making some green... | |
A Plus But not for drama or fashion | |
I' m stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion | |
Opio All from rapping? | |
A Plus Nah man there' s many plans | |
Like investing in land | |
It started all from impressing the fans | |
With brand new flows | |
And you know | |
All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos | |
Fools used those | |
But we ain' t tripping | |
Give respect when you see this | |
You need us, | |
or your raps underdevelop like a fetus | |
Pep Love | |
Those that know not doze | |
And it shows | |
When we broke out the knock | |
Hos hopped out they clothes | |
That' s positive feedback | |
Yep, The Prose | |
I' m poised, we never pose, you' ll never know | |
From ' 93 til infinity we' ve been inventive | |
Creating the bump is our only incentive | |
And it' s been a long time since I feel I' ve been felt | |
But the only thing I fear is fear itself | |
So you know what we gots to do | |
Maybe could we keep it within the crew | |
Like it should be? | |
Never givin' out | |
We' re livin' out our dreams | |
If there' s something I can' t live without, | |
That' s my team | |
You never knew... | |
Phesto | |
Hieroglyphics | |
Hiphop is vintage | |
Underground like silos | |
Launching longrange ballistics | |
Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
Musical boundaries | |
Runnin' circles around emcees | |
Del | |
Del been rhyming for more than a decade | |
Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid | |
Stay paid, I' m still gradeA | |
None of that tomfoolery | |
As you can see this shit ain' t nothing new to me | |
Utterly hovering over other things material | |
You' re stuck in the here and now | |
Plus you' re sweating profusely here' s a towel | |
Your fears are now reality | |
When I take your dream states | |
And elaborate on how your team' s fake | |
With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like | |
Only I see through the charade you' ve made | |
In today, but hey, tomorrow it' s played | |
And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed | |
Phesto | |
Hieroglyphics | |
Hiphop is vintage | |
Invented in days back | |
Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost | |
In this contemporary maze of methods to floss | |
We finding trees and trails to blaze | |
Boundaries to cross | |
We can be found beyond the bounds of reason | |
Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum | |
Opio | |
They rushed the stage fullthrottle in Chicago | |
Our brains interlocked | |
Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40bottle | |
Or get their chains snatched, pronto | |
We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto | |
Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan | |
where they put major grands in my hand | |
Follow... | |
Phesto | |
Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an' | |
Our perfection on the microphone was predestined | |
Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
Musical boundaries | |
Runnin' circles around emcees |