The Who lyrics

Artist  : Hieroglyphics 
Song : The Who



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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