Heatish Lyrics by Hieroglyphics

  • Album Release Date: 2003
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Oh yeah, real type of shit we need is(h)
This heatish, real type of shit we need is(h)
(yeah yeah) Believe this, this heatish
Real type of shit we need is(h)

Yea! I’m super colossal
I’ll DDT any Randy Savage acting Macho
Watch yo’ nostrils burn from the toxic germ when I talk superb
Stronger than Cyclops’ optic nerve, you didn’t thought so?
You just passed a paint brush to Picasso
I move like a bullet shot from a .50 caliber Glock
So challenge me not, I’m liable to drop flows
And OH! they know my skills
Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills
And it’s smokin still it’s everlasting
They’re saying “O”, that’s overkill
CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixby in me
‘Fore I blow this building up
Ughhh. Damn I’m swerving!
Puffing on a magic wand like I was Merlin
Picture that, beanie look like a magician hat
Kicking back with a sack blowing clouds of herb in
Just thinking to myself about linking up my wealth
And developing my physical and mental (That’s Real)
I make G’s wit a pencil, expand exponentially
I gots to tell ’em what I been through
Weed mixed with Hash mixed with Kief
Believe this, this heatish
Real type of shit we need is(h)
Persian to French, Swedish to Portuguese
Words hittin overseas
You gots to believe this

[Pep Love]
I’m a emphatic, rap-phatic
Cinematic syntactics
Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic
Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales
My literary achievements
Rock your body of rejects and cause solar events
This psycho-kinetic flux when I touch the mic
Get rappers caught up in a crux tonight
I bust with an exuberant; I lust for life
Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write
Take a stroll down lover’s lane
And get beat to a pulp by my suckers’ slang
I’m vulgar, vain
Glorious and obnoxious when I rock shit, get toxic
Profound and profane I hock spit
Ignite and blow up like propane under pressure it’s no thang
For me to wipe out your kind like the dinosaurs
Swinging my grammar like the hammer of the Mighty Thor
Crushing percussion with this discussion I’m thrusting forth
To get these motherfuckers off my nuts it’s nothin
Who we be? Eyes times three
Keep it heatish, real type of shit we need is(h)

One of them cats that you won’t find easy to persuade
Catch me with a group of babes, stunting like super Dave (HA)
In an Escalade
But who could save hip-hop when the music’s made? (Hiero)
You look confused
Try to take a step in my shoes
You couldn’t touch aim or bust the weapon I use
You get crushed
Ice, to slush, to bum rush
Twenty of us that all rhyme plush (all of us)
I heard that hit you got, and that whip you caught tight
But in Oakland, you get dropped right at the stop light
Stomped in the flow, by indigo Kenneth Cole reactions
To start a chemical reaction
Shot up, get ’em all, got up before we caught up
In some shit, that’s how we brought up
A feather chaser, moving at the steady pace of a Indy-racer
Razor sharp art… Fantasia!
Fanatical finesse from flows filled with static
Combatted by the cats I let have it
A money magnet

Cash boogie prestigious believe this
We heatish real type a shit you needish
The meditative face, high times breed
We heatish real type a shit you needish
Persian to French Swedish to Portuguese
Words hittin’ overseas gotsta believe this
Maximize third eyes
We heatish real type a shit you needish
Weed hash keef
Real type a shit we needish
Real type a shit you needish

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