The Who Lyrics

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