The Who

Tonight we got the mic on cruise
 With more luck than horseshoes
 While we fuse together like
 Who the kiss 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, ya' know, ya' know
 And that's how it goes
 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 innovators 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
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 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 eroding
 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 separate
 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
 Yes indeed, 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
 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?
 Who the innovators 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
 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 innovators 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