No Nuts Lyrics
| Song | No Nuts |
| Artist | Hieroglyphics |
| Album | 3rd Eye Vision |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones, Peacock, Siguenza | |
| Del meister, bout to heist the hijacking, come back | |
| Listen to this, peep it | |
| The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures | |
| Replenishing with my menacing sentencing | |
| Up inside this, oblige with guidance | |
| From the funk expanding verb triton | |
| I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek | |
| To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized | |
| Fuck so bad, you feel sodomized | |
| Time for words to be colonized | |
| To keep regards tall in size | |
| Erecting the best things in life | |
| My flows composed of foe-sas | |
| My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm | |
| I hella spurn, but my face is calm | |
| Keeping the hip-hop scene vibrant | |
| I come alive with good tide, it's fine, and MC's silent | |
| Milestones in Hiero history | |
| Led you wishin' we was never released, at least | |
| Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero's gifts | |
| Those that don't agree is just pleading the Fifth | |
| Proceeding to enscript the code | |
| that makes your brain overload and implode | |
| Too much imagination got you facing defeat | |
| Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat | |
| It's Del with my diabolical follow-ups | |
| And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing | |
| With interest, and that was just an entrance | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
| It's all greater, I'ma do you a small favor | |
| Deliver want we call beta | |
| For ya'll and your neighbors | |
| With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader | |
| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
| You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Competition shouldn't have even shown up with No Nuts | |
| We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| [Pep Love] | |
| The coldcuts | |
| Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up | |
| I hit'em again and again | |
| Trust no one | |
| The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them | |
| And I don't know about that diplomatic shit | |
| I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho | |
| I murder'em like hurdling obstacles | |
| It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls | |
| I'm hot pepper, that you don't wanna taste to see | |
| So just watch me lace the beat gracefully | |
| And ain't a nigga got a thang to say | |
| My broken language slay niggas that came this way | |
| Aimlessly | |
| My automatic's spray reck havoc and mayhem | |
| If you got something to say, come to bay | |
| And get it off your chest | |
| Then put it to rest | |
| Another competitor bested | |
| Ready to, just shut the hell up | |
| Develop your skill, and get enveloped still | |
| With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered | |
| We delivered the russian roulette | |
| You never know it might get you wet | |
| I'll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss (WHO) | |
| Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, | |
| I'll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden | |
| Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass | |
| The irrelvant punk that pump fiction | |
| But no, he don't want no friction | |
| I got a mic addiction that I don't wanna kick | |
| Mine's are original rhymes that are three-dimensional | |
| 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 | |
| We still the best | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
| It's all greater, I'ma do you a small favor | |
| Deliver want we call beta | |
| For ya'll and your neighbors | |
| With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader | |
| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
| You know what, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Competition shouldn't have even shown up with No Nuts | |
| We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |
| zuo ci : Jones, Peacock, Siguenza | |
| Del meister, bout to heist the hijacking, come back | |
| Listen to this, peep it | |
| The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures | |
| Replenishing with my menacing sentencing | |
| Up inside this, oblige with guidance | |
| From the funk expanding verb triton | |
| I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek | |
| To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized | |
| Fuck so bad, you feel sodomized | |
| Time for words to be colonized | |
| To keep regards tall in size | |
| Erecting the best things in life | |
| My flows composed of foesas | |
| My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm | |
| I hella spurn, but my face is calm | |
| Keeping the hiphop scene vibrant | |
| I come alive with good tide, it' s fine, and MC' s silent | |
| Milestones in Hiero history | |
| Led you wishin' we was never released, at least | |
| Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero' s gifts | |
| Those that don' t agree is just pleading the Fifth | |
| Proceeding to enscript the code | |
| that makes your brain overload and implode | |
| Too much imagination got you facing defeat | |
| Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat | |
| It' s Del with my diabolical followups | |
| And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing | |
| With interest, and that was just an entrance | |
| Chorus: | |
| Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
| It' s all greater, I' ma do you a small favor | |
| Deliver want we call beta | |
| For ya' ll and your neighbors | |
| With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader | |
| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
| You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Competition shouldn' t have even shown up with No Nuts | |
| We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Pep Love | |
| The coldcuts | |
| Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up | |
| I hit' em again and again | |
| Trust no one | |
| The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them | |
| And I don' t know about that diplomatic shit | |
| I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho | |
| I murder' em like hurdling obstacles | |
| It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls | |
| I' m hot pepper, that you don' t wanna taste to see | |
| So just watch me lace the beat gracefully | |
| And ain' t a nigga got a thang to say | |
| My broken language slay niggas that came this way | |
| Aimlessly | |
| My automatic' s spray reck havoc and mayhem | |
| If you got something to say, come to bay | |
| And get it off your chest | |
| Then put it to rest | |
| Another competitor bested | |
| Ready to, just shut the hell up | |
| Develop your skill, and get enveloped still | |
| With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered | |
| We delivered the russian roulette | |
| You never know it might get you wet | |
| I' ll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss WHO | |
| Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, | |
| I' ll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden | |
| Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass | |
| The irrelvant punk that pump fiction | |
| But no, he don' t want no friction | |
| I got a mic addiction that I don' t wanna kick | |
| Mine' s are original rhymes that are threedimensional | |
| 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 | |
| We still the best | |
| Chorus: | |
| Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
| It' s all greater, I' ma do you a small favor | |
| Deliver want we call beta | |
| For ya' ll and your neighbors | |
| With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader | |
| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
| You know what, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Competition shouldn' t have even shown up with No Nuts | |
| We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |
| zuò cí : Jones, Peacock, Siguenza | |
| Del meister, bout to heist the hijacking, come back | |
| Listen to this, peep it | |
| The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures | |
| Replenishing with my menacing sentencing | |
| Up inside this, oblige with guidance | |
| From the funk expanding verb triton | |
| I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek | |
| To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized | |
| Fuck so bad, you feel sodomized | |
| Time for words to be colonized | |
| To keep regards tall in size | |
| Erecting the best things in life | |
| My flows composed of foesas | |
| My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm | |
| I hella spurn, but my face is calm | |
| Keeping the hiphop scene vibrant | |
| I come alive with good tide, it' s fine, and MC' s silent | |
| Milestones in Hiero history | |
| Led you wishin' we was never released, at least | |
| Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero' s gifts | |
| Those that don' t agree is just pleading the Fifth | |
| Proceeding to enscript the code | |
| that makes your brain overload and implode | |
| Too much imagination got you facing defeat | |
| Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat | |
| It' s Del with my diabolical followups | |
| And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing | |
| With interest, and that was just an entrance | |
| Chorus: | |
| Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
| It' s all greater, I' ma do you a small favor | |
| Deliver want we call beta | |
| For ya' ll and your neighbors | |
| With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader | |
| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
| You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Competition shouldn' t have even shown up with No Nuts | |
| We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Pep Love | |
| The coldcuts | |
| Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up | |
| I hit' em again and again | |
| Trust no one | |
| The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them | |
| And I don' t know about that diplomatic shit | |
| I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho | |
| I murder' em like hurdling obstacles | |
| It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls | |
| I' m hot pepper, that you don' t wanna taste to see | |
| So just watch me lace the beat gracefully | |
| And ain' t a nigga got a thang to say | |
| My broken language slay niggas that came this way | |
| Aimlessly | |
| My automatic' s spray reck havoc and mayhem | |
| If you got something to say, come to bay | |
| And get it off your chest | |
| Then put it to rest | |
| Another competitor bested | |
| Ready to, just shut the hell up | |
| Develop your skill, and get enveloped still | |
| With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered | |
| We delivered the russian roulette | |
| You never know it might get you wet | |
| I' ll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss WHO | |
| Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, | |
| I' ll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden | |
| Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass | |
| The irrelvant punk that pump fiction | |
| But no, he don' t want no friction | |
| I got a mic addiction that I don' t wanna kick | |
| Mine' s are original rhymes that are threedimensional | |
| 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 | |
| We still the best | |
| Chorus: | |
| Save it, put it in your pocket for later | |
| It' s all greater, I' ma do you a small favor | |
| Deliver want we call beta | |
| For ya' ll and your neighbors | |
| With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader | |
| Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up | |
| You know what, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts | |
| Competition shouldn' t have even shown up with No Nuts | |
| We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts |
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