Interrogation

(アルバム： Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution - 2000)

Hieroglyphics baby
Yeah, yeah!

Yo, we delicate precision I erect the prison
Make you respect the wisdom
Man I'm chilling with these checks I'm getting
Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I mack
Just to break a ho back, we spin that ass over
Stop hating before my dogs mash on ya
Niggas claiming they ballers they can't even sack dosia
No model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova?)
No Range Rover just a moped and a crashed nova
Y'all speak hard but then you leave scarred
When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet God
Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start
Snatch your weak broad then we playing leapfrog

Yeah we sometimes explicit
Never complicit, bust it
I gets busy using the arts of mystics
Break the shit down then I start to twist it
Blow it, into the wind
When I touch the microphone it's a win-win, situation
You placed in I'm going for the ball
It's all about concentration and placement
Boxing niggas out rocking any house
Any time, any where, any how, nigga feel me now?
Phenomenon, for the mash on the feminine
Off the sour mash cobwebs in my calabash
Blast on you scalawags
Then I'll blow up some power plants
Don't have to ask you yo how was that

Yeah we inter-continental
Multiple mentals, possessive of all essentials
Moving on you minstrels
Man this what we off in to
This what we was meant to do
Uh yeah we inter-continental
Ballistic missile
Melt bones, flesh and gristle
Put away your pistol
Cause you gon' feel us when we hit you
Nigga we the Hiero Crew, marks

Ay
They ain't got the heart to battle us
Our challengers stay talentless
I'm imbalanced fucking (funabulous?)
No need to counteract you counter-attack us you're kinda wack
Engaged in static with the lymphatic pimp at it
Large and the thought you was still swift at it rhythmatic
With hard shit
Wordsmith versatile while Jewel of the Nile style
'Ll get you buried
They see your picture when they get your obituary
You scary-ass low-class ho-ass nigga
Broke-ass nigga you don't know cash, nigga

Aw yeah
I'm like side street high speeding
Sharp turning
Rack and pinion steering veering towards the curb &
Police running, machine-gunning
Gasoline Mark Fuhrman, start burning, leave nothing
No evidence just dead presidents
The Fed's nemesis treacherous evil residents
Who got weapons with scopes on 'em Op' squash it
They deep as the exorcist trying to cause a closed coffin
Man I'm on a mic show stopping
Like a loaned shotgun
The rest are so monotonous
Pseudo-scientific but you know Hiero's infinite
Fuck a diamond I dominate concentrate

Yeah we inter-continental
Meditated mind state balanced mental
Moving on you minstrels
Mashing on the instrumental
Man that's what we meant to do
Uh, yeah we inter-continental
Ballistic missile
Melt bones, flesh and gristle
You ain't fi'n to feel shit when we hit you
We into you, this is the Hiero Crew, marks

Yeah it's metal gear for the track layer
Sword blaze your vertebaes up
Swing my laser like a space-age sensei
The suckers sashe
Backfire on the Messiah
It's quick draw
Rapid fire through your rap attire
I side-saddle ya
Sciatica straddle your automatics
Dazzled 'em with fabulous force that's haphazardous
Third-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggers
I nailed Raymond, you frail baggage
A stale package
Sharp hatchet here's Johnny
Lyrics (rally?)
Draw down like Salvador Dali
Out the drawer to the Hollies
Snatching bodies clowns get cracked up at the Colli
Like niggas trying to 720 wind mill into our alley

It was written in the stone tablets
Hieroglyphics ripping microphones savage
Putting Imperium on the map bitch
Niggas be letting they lips flap
Speaking on my crew in front the hoes
Dude, what kinda shit's that?
You bound to get slapped
Car-jacked and pistol smacked
And get your bitch kidnapped
And I don't even get down like that
But word get around quick
Guess you wanna hear me spit some town shit
Nah I got a different style, in the 99th percentile
While you trying to get down I been down with real niggas
That will make you wig-wiggle
While I'm giggling sticking ya chick with the dill pickle
You feel that?

We inter-continental
You corny niggas always tracing using stencils
Mash you mentals
I hope you got full-dental
Nigga this the Hiero Crew, marks
Yeah we inter-continental
Ballistic missle
Melt bones, flesh and gristle
Moving on you minstrels
Mashing on the instrumental
Nigga this the Hiero Crew, marks!