(feat. Souls Of Mischief) Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop [Intro/Chorus: x2] All nightin, all dayin, crusadin Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin For the holy mic you takin A man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths Man you must know how to step with no power left Those words are words of the prophetess of the powerless as she professed, we became incensed, set up on a quest Totally entrenched in every flow that we dispensed Any foe'll be a cinch, cause we know that we been sent By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme You pre-millenium MC's are far behind So we off to find, the holy mic it's only right Hieroglyphics mics of the round table can hold it tight Keep it stable, collectin, scriptures and secrets Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton with the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God And evil-doers on the mic you have done your last fraud This ain't no practical joke, or anti-factual hoax But something each breath in my avioli sacs'll promote Opposing MC's will be stomped in the process or taken hostage until it is accomplished and you can't stop us Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat, let's go Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone [Chorus] [A-Plus] Rumor has it, in a far away land The enemy's partly a devil and he's partly a man Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade from the blacksmith, plus some chainmail that fits my frame well Three Knights walking, Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y'all Sun up to night fall Despite all efforts from the sacreligious interlopers Mountains, snows, swamps, even bridges we will venture over We were amazed it took only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot Now we, better be brave 'fore we enter the cave If we don't our people will either be dead or be slaves [Tajai] I've got a, vague, feeling he's here somewhere Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins, drinkin blood out of golden goblets Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet And start some conscience, so it can locate then squash us Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells Only kept the strongest on parchment Excellent swordsman and marksmen Who's souls have been tarnished, but still escaped the demon's harness Treading intrepantly upon a course So many mornings, noons and nights no snoozing Following the Northern Lights Does this Holy Mic, really exist? Or is it I'm risking my life, following visions? The Knights got my back, original is black I keep thinking that, it strengthens my attack We blaze the final sack, tribuning, then start up the stone stairs to the inner sanctum, to do our duty [Phesto D] We're prepared to shed blood and die as mortals for the Round Table If we just happen to get slaughtered, depart our coil deep in soil Her royal highness was boiled alive in turpentine Right in line with the serpentine skirt, she died cursed The whole Oligarch was torn apart before the Dark Ages eclipsed the planet So the Holy Septum known as the microphone would be in sole control We'd unfolded the scroll that told us where to go Through the mongols, the concrete jungles slipped in The Man From UNKLE, was swashbuckling beat shuffling, acrobatic attack with titanic force Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes The torch dwindled, then rekindled with flashes Right again, then I put my scimitar right up in em Venom is like a scorpion sting, retrieve the age old relic Now, I'm back to the Round Table... [Chorus] Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop! Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop! Yeah, we shall continue
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Souls Of Mischief) Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop [Intro/Chorus: x2] All nightin, all dayin, crusadin Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin For the holy mic you takin A man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths Man you must know how to step with no power left Those words are words of the prophetess of the powerless as she professed, we became incensed, set up on a quest Totally entrenched in every flow that we dispensed Any foe'll be a cinch, cause we know that we been sent By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme You pre-millenium MC's are far behind So we off to find, the holy mic it's only right Hieroglyphics mics of the round table can hold it tight Keep it stable, collectin, scriptures and secrets Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton with the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God And evil-doers on the mic you have done your last fraud This ain't no practical joke, or anti-factual hoax But something each breath in my avioli sacs'll promote Opposing MC's will be stomped in the process or taken hostage until it is accomplished and you can't stop us Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat, let's go Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone [Chorus] [A-Plus] Rumor has it, in a far away land The enemy's partly a devil and he's partly a man Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade from the blacksmith, plus some chainmail that fits my frame well Three Knights walking, Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y'all Sun up to night fall Despite all efforts from the sacreligious interlopers Mountains, snows, swamps, even bridges we will venture over We were amazed it took only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot Now we, better be brave 'fore we enter the cave If we don't our people will either be dead or be slaves [Tajai] I've got a, vague, feeling he's here somewhere Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins, drinkin blood out of golden goblets Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet And start some conscience, so it can locate then squash us Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells Only kept the strongest on parchment Excellent swordsman and marksmen Who's souls have been tarnished, but still escaped the demon's harness Treading intrepantly upon a course So many mornings, noons and nights no snoozing Following the Northern Lights Does this Holy Mic, really exist? Or is it I'm risking my life, following visions? The Knights got my back, original is black I keep thinking that, it strengthens my attack We blaze the final sack, tribuning, then start up the stone stairs to the inner sanctum, to do our duty [Phesto D] We're prepared to shed blood and die as mortals for the Round Table If we just happen to get slaughtered, depart our coil deep in soil Her royal highness was boiled alive in turpentine Right in line with the serpentine skirt, she died cursed The whole Oligarch was torn apart before the Dark Ages eclipsed the planet So the Holy Septum known as the microphone would be in sole control We'd unfolded the scroll that told us where to go Through the mongols, the concrete jungles slipped in The Man From UNKLE, was swashbuckling beat shuffling, acrobatic attack with titanic force Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes The torch dwindled, then rekindled with flashes Right again, then I put my scimitar right up in em Venom is like a scorpion sting, retrieve the age old relic Now, I'm back to the Round Table... [Chorus] Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop! Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop! Yeah, we shall continue
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