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The Who Lyrics
Talking As long as you don't put too much on it
Verse 1
Tonight
we got the mic on cruise With more luck than horseshoes While we fuse
together like ?? 'Cause we move with ten ton thrusters The cosmopolitan
cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysms Expand with wisdom Musical
mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism And animal instinct that's in
sync Distinct leavin' suckas extinct when we combine The gravity hella
fine, physics of mind Inebriating, leave you gaping open Nothing's safe
in Oakland It's potent and murder is the slogan but We showin' you the
erosion of the stereotypical Itchin' to pull the trigger on niggas This
is all original And brand new, fidgetin' with tracks that are rigid
and Pigeonholin rappers while collectin' dividends at the door Ya' know
[ECHOES] And that's how it goes
CHORUS
Who? Who? Who?
Who? Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers? Can't be
no plainer YOU! The remainders couldn't never be that one Pack em in
by millions attendance is platinum
Who? Who? Who? Who? Who the
entertainers who stimulate like vibrators? With rhymes so
major YOU! Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas catch
vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
Verse 2
Once again in your
dimension, tension personified Del and Hieroglyphics pollenize We don't
apolgize for gettin' places packed back-to-back Our rank cranks just about
any function While your memory file is blank No hankey-pankey jankey
stuff goin' Down over here no forms of raps are wroten My styles
fluctuate like the Dow Jones average While they stay savage My cassette
change shape and transform like ravage or rumble Make the earth crumble and
seperate Fallin' to the underground Get into your head like a metal
plate While you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella
fake Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us The eagle eye, Mach 1, three
mics They say "D" Intuition is the tool in which I use When enrichin'
you with original stylistics And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually
blowin up With ballistic attacks Let me just deal with the
facts Niggas keep it real in they raps which are not realistic Perfection
and our poetical competitive edge Is just a reflection of how we feel
shit This history's impressionist microphone specialist Catchin' bids for
puttin' MCs parts in my fridge But granted quiz it to exquisite to the
highest EO My prodigal product a diabolical melodics Aquatic is
nautical Motion, Hiero, kenetic flotation so fuck ya phony radio
rotation My colossal might on the mic is optimum Hip-hop from the Sequoia
Heights populous Gamma rays like Bruce Banner Phase your scanner With
mind over matter I slap the curls out you girl scouts....ya
know
CHORUS
Who? Who? Who? Who? Are these originators rippin'
cuts like sabres In the hands of Darth Vader YOU! The remainders
couldn't never be that one Pack em in by millions attendance is
platinum Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who the entertainers who stimulate like
vibrators With rhymes so major YOU! Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the
pager Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper
Yeah, Ahh
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