Heatish Lyrics
| Song | Heatish |
| Artist | Hieroglyphics |
| Album | Full Circle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lindsey, Owens, Peacock | |
| Yea! I'm super colossal | |
| I'll DDT any Randy Savage that can Macho | |
| Watch yo' nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb | |
| Stronger than Cyclops' optic nerve, you didn't thought so? | |
| You just passed a paint brush to Picasso | |
| I move like a bullet shot from a .50 caliber Glock | |
| So challenge me not, I'm liable to drop flows | |
| And OH! they know my skills | |
| Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills | |
| Inner smoke and still it's everlasting | |
| They're saying oh, that's over kill | |
| CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie in me | |
| 'Fore I blow this building up | |
| Ughhh. Damn I'm swerving! | |
| Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin | |
| Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat | |
| Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in | |
| Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth | |
| And developing my physical and mental | |
| I make G's wit a pencil, expand exponentially | |
| I gots to tell 'em what I been through | |
| [Taiji] | |
| I'm a emphatic, rap-phatic | |
| Cinematic sim-tactics | |
| Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic | |
| Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales | |
| My literary achievements | |
| Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events | |
| This psycho-kinetic flux when I touch the mic | |
| You rappers caught up in a crux tonight | |
| I bust with an exuberant lust for life | |
| Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write | |
| Take a stroll down lovers lane | |
| And get beat to a pulp by my suckers' slang | |
| I'm vulgar, vain | |
| Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic | |
| Profound and profane. My hock spit | |
| Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it's no thang | |
| For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs | |
| Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor | |
| Crushing percussion with this discussion I'm thrusting forth | |
| To get these motherfuckers off my nuts is nothin. | |
| [Casual] | |
| One of them cats that you won't find easy to persuade | |
| Catch me with a group of babes, (dug in)? like super Dave (HA) | |
| In an Escalade | |
| But who could save hip-hop when the music's made? (Hiero) | |
| You looked confused Tried to take a step in my shoes | |
| You couldn't touch aim or bust the weapon I use | |
| You get crushed. Ice, to slush, to bum rush | |
| Twenty of us that all rhyme plush (all of us) | |
| I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight | |
| But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light | |
| Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions | |
| To start a chemical reaction | |
| Shot up, ? 'em all, got up before we caught up | |
| In some shit, that's how we brought up | |
| A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indy-racer | |
| Razor sharp art... Fantasia! | |
| Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static | |
| Combatted by the cats I let have it | |
| A money magnet |
| zuo ci : Lindsey, Owens, Peacock | |
| Yea! I' m super colossal | |
| I' ll DDT any Randy Savage that can Macho | |
| Watch yo' nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb | |
| Stronger than Cyclops' optic nerve, you didn' t thought so? | |
| You just passed a paint brush to Picasso | |
| I move like a bullet shot from a . 50 caliber Glock | |
| So challenge me not, I' m liable to drop flows | |
| And OH! they know my skills | |
| Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills | |
| Inner smoke and still it' s everlasting | |
| They' re saying oh, that' s over kill | |
| CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie in me | |
| ' Fore I blow this building up | |
| Ughhh. Damn I' m swerving! | |
| Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin | |
| Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat | |
| Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in | |
| Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth | |
| And developing my physical and mental | |
| I make G' s wit a pencil, expand exponentially | |
| I gots to tell ' em what I been through | |
| Taiji | |
| I' m a emphatic, rapphatic | |
| Cinematic simtactics | |
| Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic | |
| Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales | |
| My literary achievements | |
| Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events | |
| This psychokinetic flux when I touch the mic | |
| You rappers caught up in a crux tonight | |
| I bust with an exuberant lust for life | |
| Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write | |
| Take a stroll down lovers lane | |
| And get beat to a pulp by my suckers' slang | |
| I' m vulgar, vain | |
| Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic | |
| Profound and profane. My hock spit | |
| Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it' s no thang | |
| For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs | |
| Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor | |
| Crushing percussion with this discussion I' m thrusting forth | |
| To get these motherfuckers off my nuts is nothin. | |
| Casual | |
| One of them cats that you won' t find easy to persuade | |
| Catch me with a group of babes, dug in? like super Dave HA | |
| In an Escalade | |
| But who could save hiphop when the music' s made? Hiero | |
| You looked confused Tried to take a step in my shoes | |
| You couldn' t touch aim or bust the weapon I use | |
| You get crushed. Ice, to slush, to bum rush | |
| Twenty of us that all rhyme plush all of us | |
| I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight | |
| But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light | |
| Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions | |
| To start a chemical reaction | |
| Shot up, nbsp? ' em all, got up before we caught up | |
| In some shit, that' s how we brought up | |
| A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indyracer | |
| Razor sharp art... Fantasia! | |
| Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static | |
| Combatted by the cats I let have it | |
| A money magnet |
| zuò cí : Lindsey, Owens, Peacock | |
| Yea! I' m super colossal | |
| I' ll DDT any Randy Savage that can Macho | |
| Watch yo' nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb | |
| Stronger than Cyclops' optic nerve, you didn' t thought so? | |
| You just passed a paint brush to Picasso | |
| I move like a bullet shot from a . 50 caliber Glock | |
| So challenge me not, I' m liable to drop flows | |
| And OH! they know my skills | |
| Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills | |
| Inner smoke and still it' s everlasting | |
| They' re saying oh, that' s over kill | |
| CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie in me | |
| ' Fore I blow this building up | |
| Ughhh. Damn I' m swerving! | |
| Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin | |
| Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat | |
| Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in | |
| Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth | |
| And developing my physical and mental | |
| I make G' s wit a pencil, expand exponentially | |
| I gots to tell ' em what I been through | |
| Taiji | |
| I' m a emphatic, rapphatic | |
| Cinematic simtactics | |
| Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic | |
| Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales | |
| My literary achievements | |
| Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events | |
| This psychokinetic flux when I touch the mic | |
| You rappers caught up in a crux tonight | |
| I bust with an exuberant lust for life | |
| Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write | |
| Take a stroll down lovers lane | |
| And get beat to a pulp by my suckers' slang | |
| I' m vulgar, vain | |
| Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic | |
| Profound and profane. My hock spit | |
| Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it' s no thang | |
| For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs | |
| Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor | |
| Crushing percussion with this discussion I' m thrusting forth | |
| To get these motherfuckers off my nuts is nothin. | |
| Casual | |
| One of them cats that you won' t find easy to persuade | |
| Catch me with a group of babes, dug in? like super Dave HA | |
| In an Escalade | |
| But who could save hiphop when the music' s made? Hiero | |
| You looked confused Tried to take a step in my shoes | |
| You couldn' t touch aim or bust the weapon I use | |
| You get crushed. Ice, to slush, to bum rush | |
| Twenty of us that all rhyme plush all of us | |
| I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight | |
| But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light | |
| Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions | |
| To start a chemical reaction | |
| Shot up, nbsp? ' em all, got up before we caught up | |
| In some shit, that' s how we brought up | |
| A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indyracer | |
| Razor sharp art... Fantasia! | |
| Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static | |
| Combatted by the cats I let have it | |
| A money magnet |
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