Hieroglyphics, Del the Funky Homosapien, Souls Of Mischief - G.U.O.M.D lyrics
[Hieroglyphics, Del the Funky Homosapien, Souls Of Mischief - G.U.O.M.D lyrics]
Yeah, downhill, the cobwebs and the spiders
You know what I'm saying (oh please
Oh please) Mega Blast Mega Blast Mega blast
Someone called me a veteran
Terrestrial I'm extra
In my temple, resemble
Nothing that you've seen before
I see suckaz stretching
What the fuck you preaching for?
Eyes like a eagle
Or a hawk when I'm peeking your
Skid bitch talk, might get him shot
Outlined in chalk diamonds in a pint box
I'm not the executioner like Roc Raida
But cutting on the fader
Suckaz bussing at their neighbour
I wish we had a saviour
But that sounds like cowardness
The power is in all of us
That's why they distorting us
I keep a heater in my sleeping
Quarters like my grandpa does
If I hear a tweak crack, I cock
Shit back, I live in paranoia, plus I smoke
Marihuana, and that makes it worse
When I get to put it in my verse
If it sounds like I'm stressing
Then you're quite perceptive
You'll never evaporate my essence
Fuck an accolade from a punk magazine
They're all fags and queens
Grab machines and start shooting up
(prrrrrrrrrrrt)
Who's paper stands like bad dreams?
I rock baggy jeans
White T's and white tennis shoes
I hate doing interviews!
Let my record speak, impeccable technique
Break bread
Get some head from some rich rapper's freak
That's an everyday occurrence
While you looking like a tourist
You get jacked in LA, ante up in Brownsville
The town's still looking for ya
To put 'em on ya
Bury you like an Arian in Soprani
Carrying big shit, clips bananny
Vigilante, you ain't fit to catch me
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Just get up off my dick!
Catch a Mega blast, Mega blast, Mega blast
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Just get up off my dick
Catch a mega blast, mega blast, mega blast
Del Diablo, follow my footprints
Just like the Yeti, bet you'll get a whooping
Bad, a skeleton, frame, I'm telling you
Aim, you better have claimed your epitaph
Lay down, niggas parade around
Centre stage, the crowd of what
A mile, pal, hear, you better and here
Register fear
I thought you said you wasn't scared
Yeah, rappers in their boots trembling
Loose and feminine
Hanging with the wrong crowd
Here's a noose to fit em in
Talking like a officer
Nigga you'se a gentlemen
You dead if you been disrespecting the crew's
Emblem, scoop diffidence until I got
Loot like Eminem or Timbaland
Keep looking like Snoop was living in
Jealous corny rapping fools get schooled
I'm hearing them, they're minimum
Hieroglyphics here they come
You catch a mega blast
Yeah, this is how we moving baby
An original plan
Manipulate the sounds, with invisible hands
Psycho terrorism propaganda, mind control
Now come 'on throw your hands up
My rap gets on his haunches
We in the meat market
Sharking, perfecting cuts is the starches
Most determined, burning, burning
Don't nobody wanna see these thangs, man
We bang, 'til ya CD changed, my take off be
Straight up, just like an off spree
Like beans
My offspring, thought up the mic feenz
Dissolving
In strike teams, collateral damage is costly
My method of madness is that
Of a savage machine like
Automatic, if it seems like
You want the static
I let em have it, and rap it in fact
You get a havoc rapping attack
Body and soul left attached, and from
There there is no turning back, nigga
You know what I'm saying (oh please
Oh please) Mega Blast Mega Blast Mega blast
Someone called me a veteran
Terrestrial I'm extra
In my temple, resemble
Nothing that you've seen before
I see suckaz stretching
What the fuck you preaching for?
Eyes like a eagle
Or a hawk when I'm peeking your
Skid bitch talk, might get him shot
Outlined in chalk diamonds in a pint box
I'm not the executioner like Roc Raida
But cutting on the fader
Suckaz bussing at their neighbour
I wish we had a saviour
But that sounds like cowardness
The power is in all of us
That's why they distorting us
I keep a heater in my sleeping
Quarters like my grandpa does
If I hear a tweak crack, I cock
Shit back, I live in paranoia, plus I smoke
Marihuana, and that makes it worse
When I get to put it in my verse
If it sounds like I'm stressing
Then you're quite perceptive
You'll never evaporate my essence
Fuck an accolade from a punk magazine
They're all fags and queens
Grab machines and start shooting up
(prrrrrrrrrrrt)
Who's paper stands like bad dreams?
I rock baggy jeans
White T's and white tennis shoes
I hate doing interviews!
Let my record speak, impeccable technique
Break bread
Get some head from some rich rapper's freak
That's an everyday occurrence
While you looking like a tourist
You get jacked in LA, ante up in Brownsville
The town's still looking for ya
To put 'em on ya
Bury you like an Arian in Soprani
Carrying big shit, clips bananny
Vigilante, you ain't fit to catch me
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Just get up off my dick!
Catch a Mega blast, Mega blast, Mega blast
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Just get up off my dick
Catch a mega blast, mega blast, mega blast
Del Diablo, follow my footprints
Just like the Yeti, bet you'll get a whooping
Bad, a skeleton, frame, I'm telling you
Aim, you better have claimed your epitaph
Lay down, niggas parade around
Centre stage, the crowd of what
A mile, pal, hear, you better and here
Register fear
I thought you said you wasn't scared
Yeah, rappers in their boots trembling
Loose and feminine
Hanging with the wrong crowd
Here's a noose to fit em in
Talking like a officer
Nigga you'se a gentlemen
You dead if you been disrespecting the crew's
Emblem, scoop diffidence until I got
Loot like Eminem or Timbaland
Keep looking like Snoop was living in
Jealous corny rapping fools get schooled
I'm hearing them, they're minimum
Hieroglyphics here they come
You catch a mega blast
Yeah, this is how we moving baby
An original plan
Manipulate the sounds, with invisible hands
Psycho terrorism propaganda, mind control
Now come 'on throw your hands up
My rap gets on his haunches
We in the meat market
Sharking, perfecting cuts is the starches
Most determined, burning, burning
Don't nobody wanna see these thangs, man
We bang, 'til ya CD changed, my take off be
Straight up, just like an off spree
Like beans
My offspring, thought up the mic feenz
Dissolving
In strike teams, collateral damage is costly
My method of madness is that
Of a savage machine like
Automatic, if it seems like
You want the static
I let em have it, and rap it in fact
You get a havoc rapping attack
Body and soul left attached, and from
There there is no turning back, nigga