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[Featuring Hieroglyphics] 
DEL: 
Mista  twista  get ya 
every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow 
with tha gifted tounge  an encriptic rung 
new phases to enter the mazes play this 
two times a day with the dayo 
day  hey  hey ho with a day light come 
I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was 
because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so 
they know and I know we all know day hey yo  
day light come and me wanna go home- 
cool 
no tool, no Smith and Wesson 
just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of 
shit on the mic when I get on the mic 
"pee-pee--pee-ping!" 
I ricochet a bit on the mic 
and I like it- 
Just like the Gulf or World War II 
d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who 
makes advances when I make um heel 
peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver 
binito-but I ain't finished 
till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished. 
Casual 
I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank 
time for me to lay down the law: who's raw? 
you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer 
stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar 
artery- 
try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me 
because I'm not the g 
to be stepped to 
let loose negative bones 
that my rep crew I let loose negative tones 
so you better get flows to counter act what we've done 
proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son 
we go and step back as I wreck shop 
pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop 
artist-the one who does better they ain't found 
and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass down 
the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is 
whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his 
be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought 
and answer that your boss- 
cause that's when you lost 
keep on losing, amusing many tactics 
I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick 
and I make backs if you get caught frontin' 
never bought a Newport but I'm on the button. 
Tajai 
I needs no sugar crisp to get swift 
so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive 
Tajai 
I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin 
coming to your brain like I would on a sheet 
I respond with no distraction when I see one 
fatter than re-run so what's happennin'? 
it's not where you from, it's just how you come 
correct my stacks will get rough to bake 
get phucked enough to my men like idie midie 
look in the membrane enough because I am a righty 
fight these- 
you'll catch follies if you folly 
I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint 
wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual 
I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals. 
not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged 
get bruised knuckles and what you look for 
bad ones 
busted a few much more than two 
a slew of sold ass phonies, 
bust their cohonies 
try, 
you'll catch my Vans in your highnee 
that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt 
how do you want to convert me in time 
but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me 
so play them tracks- 
and you'll go out like beta max 
next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks. 
Opio 
Be deep boom- 
bob your head to this, mischievous 
soul socidle, 
idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter 
might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme 
but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening. 
this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow 
while the teapot blows steam like a kettle 
the hip to the hop 
I make up flip when I get drastic 
stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic 
and man with the vocal making the locals go insane 
the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain 
get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity 
the one with liberated souls 
-control for infinity 
got style much slimma-kids' got a body child 
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile 
articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech 
and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach 
a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant 
listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention 
kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering 
just like smiley 
skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me 
and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness 
plus your wondering extinguish all them myths 
optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury 
nursing me 
I show I've got the gift. 
A-Plus 
People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat 
People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat 
and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead 
never said 
never cause I cock my head 
better dreadlock on the top of my head, 
never flakky 
if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me 
or bake me 
cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough 
if you wanna spread the skins 
then I got alot of stuff 
got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice 
why step? here's a fly rep 
I kept my step ladder 
I had a fatter flow to be hittin on 
now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on 
sittin on a futon... 
slip the larger roots on 
I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on 
opps- 
I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you 
I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue 
mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe 
looking in my garden, 
schylar got a lotta hoes 
Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women 
If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming 
dip dip dive as I'm live 
moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop 
here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp 
this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is

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