7 Sixes (Hieroglyphics)

Before we get outta here, I got this track I want y'all to wreck on Gimme 6 lines...6 lines...that's all I need Alright, ok I write in the light of day and in the night for pay, nigga! You my main motherfucker, right? You duck and hide when Pep Love touch a mic Out the back door If you ain't got that dough I'll click clack blow and kick down doors I roll backwood trees with that emerald green When I'm on the scene, chillin with my nigga Rolls gettin blown Watchin ladies with them pretty eyes and straight teeth Sittin' in my ride, playin make belief Like that's my car! That's my girl! I'ma go up to my house in the hills after I burn one I write rhymes for the fun of it But give me all my money or your gonna be facin capital punishment I'ma soldier of fortune My style is extortion And I'm gorging more than a portion Take an excoursion, oceanography odyssey-D Ballin' 3-D You don't want to see me, not for one second! Not for one bar on one record You think you come hard, then come test it I'll turn a threat into a confession I'll turn a mic into a blunt weapon Make you forget what you was once reppin' See I'm a bass drum beater Mad high hatter Ensnare the snare with this here Choke the life out 'it Revive it and vitalize 'it Prop it up proper so you guys'll idolize it I'm not at all surprised that you're modelled after my shit The masterminds is ahead of whatever the times is! You niggaz saps...maple leaf All your raps is make believe I get an eighth and breathe like I'm Toni Braxton Get up on the action...you gettin no reaction Slowly stogie packin' Lean back one foot up Your style is put up My turn to burn good up You're boring...I'll suffocate you while you're snoring 'Kill 'em Softly' like Lauren You spit and I'm pouring My flow's adequately hydrated And I waited to vibrate it It's live ain't it! Fuck with me, get stuck with cutlery Luxury, I'm living luckily! Music is my sanctuary (it's my life!) They shootin blanks My every round is a live one Surviving the mind numbing propaganda Eyes closed with blindfolds Handcuffed and ambushed, struck by the lightning bolt (oh shit!) I'm comin out your plasma screen like 'The Ring' Make excellent cadavers of your fascist regime Cause I grab the mic and niggaz couldn't understand Why I'm fuckin' up your summer jam like the son of sam And punishin' Dressed in black with a skull on chest And holdin' my nuts exposin my 5-star general That's spittin flow...unpredictable Ricochetin' The shit gets bullseye We hit 'em...ohh! Velcome all vulnerable vocalists Visualize vivid verb play in my vortex Virtually, no verse'll be vinnin ova me...they vapor My verbal voltage vanquishes Parental advisory Vamoose...I'll vick your vitality Vindictive with voodoo Valiantly save the virgin from the viper Vanglorious vide vorld of volcanic violence Your vessel gets violated over the velm Veracious, vivacious Veto your village voice Void your vibration Vultures got me vergin' on vomitin' they vishfullness Get's met with visciousness Every verb's visceral This is no kiss under the mistletoe A clip will cripple foes Crucifix for (mental?) cliques Triple 6...flipped...now it's 9 Now it's time for vertigo Reverberate for your convertible Yeah...yeah Hard nose in the contest like Ron Artess The con artist Bombard 'em and start 'em in Vangar (?) shit Get serious...grown from expeirence, and our shit A lyricist to the tissue...bones and cartilage My fare for the hair raising Razor sharp with rare phrasing Perfectly scripted like Scorcese's 'Raging Bull' Lanky like Hiralanko (?) Paid in full I skipped grades in school Exhume verb and further with no sherm (?) on the burner Mostly Turkish hash on the purple grass in the sterling Wave your checkered flags, I'm world class in the derby Paragraphs off the flow chart topsy-turvy Yeah...every day A respresent With a weed habit affecting the trade defecit They ain't never met...nobody like me Til they comin' in from work...see me holdin they wifey In the 80's, I was spoken ice Not from diamonds, but rhymin' and flowin precise Type of nigga that get ya scolded politely It really wouldn't show if I was holdin' That's why no one would fight me Bush bombed Afghanistan with the missles And it still ain't puttin' my hash man outta business Hieroglyphics, we feelin' stand to the finish Full Circle on you niggaz...don't forget the bitches! Wooo...yeah, that's what I'm talkin about! y'all did that! Couple y'all kicked ass It's cool...we out!