Hieroglyphics, Souls Of Mischief - Mics of the Roundtable lyrics

Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop
What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop

All nightin, all dayin, crusadin
Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan
Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin
For the holy mic you takin

A man dies once
But a coward dies a thousand deaths
Man you must know how to
Step with no power left
Those words are words of the
Prophetess of the powerless
As she professed, we became incensed
Set up on a quest
Totally entrenched in every flow
That we dispensed any foe'll be a cinch
Cause we know that we been sent
By the divine
Universal mother and father to rhyme
You pre-millenium MC's are far behind
So we off to find
The holy mic it's only right
Hieroglyphics mics of the round table
Can hold it tight keep it stable, collectin
Scriptures and secrets
Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton
With the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God
And evil doers on the mic you
Have done your last fraud
This ain't no practical joke
Or anti-factual hoax
But something each breath in
My avioli sacs'll promote
Opposing MC's will be stomped in
The process or taken hostage
Until it is accomplished and
You can't stop us
Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat
Let's go
Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone

All nightin, all dayin, crusadin
Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan
Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin
For the holy mic you takin

Rumor has it, in a far away land
The enemy's partly a devil and
He's partly a man
Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade
From the blacksmith
Plus some chainmail that fit's my frame well
Three Knights walking
Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y'all
Sun up to night fall
Despite all efforts from
The sacreligious interlopers
Mountains, snows, swamps
Even bridges we will venture over
We were amazed it took
Only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot
Now we
Better be brave 'fore we enter the cave
If we don't our people will either
Be dead or be slaves

I've got a, vague
Feeling he's here somewhere
Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears
Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins
Drinkin blood out of golden goblets
Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet
And start some conscience
So it can locate then squash us
Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells
Only kept the strongest on parchment
Excellent swordsman and marksmen
Who's souls have been tarnished
But still escaped the demon's harness
Treading intrepantly upon a course
So many mornings
Noons and nights no snoozing
Following the Northern Lights
Does this Holy Mic, really exist?
Or is it I'm risking my life
Following visions?
The Knights got my back, original is black
I keep thinking that
It strengthens my attack
We blaze the final sack, tribuning
Then start up the stone stairs
To the inner sanctum, to do our duty

We're prepared to shed blood and die
As mortals for the Round Table
If we just happen to get slaughtered
Depart our coil deep in soil
Her royal highness was boiled
Alive in turpentine
Right in line with the serpentine skirt
She died cursed
The whole Oligarch was torn apart before
The Dark Ages eclipsed the planet
So the Holy Septum known as the
Microphone would be in sole control
We'd unfolded the scroll that told
Us where to go
Through the mongols, the concrete jungles
Slipped in The Man From UNKLE
Was swashbuckling beat shuffling
Acrobatic attack with titanic force
Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes
The torch dwindled
Then rekindled with flashes right again
Then I put my scimitar right up in em
Venom is like a scorpion sting
Retrieve the age old relic
Now, I'm back to the Round Table

All nightin, all dayin, crusadin
Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan
Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin
For the holy mic you takin

Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop!
Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop!
Yeah, we shall continue!