The Last One - Hieroglyphics

Lets see how many rappers can go the length

Back in your system with extra strength

We eat emcees, outdo and surpass em

But what’s gonna make ya different than the last one?

Boy you touchable

No need to get apologetic

Get your bottom dollar, bet it

Its your problem, I’m a let it

Alone, the High Priest on the microphone

Taking historical lyrical oracles to the dome

My rap is blessed, miraculous

In fact the impact is just, spectacular

Intact with the knack to bust butts

Need I discuss?

My rhymes make your brain freeze like slush

Or slurpees, with unpredictable bumps like herpes

Lets see if you can serve these superb emcees

All you thirty-third degrees

I’ve figured out history’s mysteries

My kinetic energetic poetic motion

Subsides your synthetic notion

Of being the best, fully pressurized

Back up off the microphones, I suggest, you guys

I’m the epitome of shit we be trying to do

When we go and write a rhyme or two

You need some competition?

Boy, you better find my crew

We make clean cuts like a diamond do

Inclined in the mind

And the beat hit with perfect timing too

When I come to your community

I’m flexing diplomatic immunity

Protection connection

Legalize MP5's just to tear up your section

And this is what you must stay aware of

Hieroglyphics faction

Back in your system with extra strength

The eternal energy interaction

Got me developing quicker and

You in a predicament

Punk!

Politicians still wishing we would take

Their prescription for death

Got my trigger finger itchin to grab the mic

Dishing the truth and the magic

Bust with magnum force

And advance forth

Verse Three: Pep-Love

We got to fertilize the soil

Actualize the turmoil

Then sift through the facts and the lies

The world and the war is intense

But I remain relaxed in my intents and actions

My lyrics are bottomless pits

Now they got the red dot on us

Is it a hit?

We escaped every plot on us

Watch as we aviate on tape

And make a statement with what we create

Just wait til the tide break, or dust settle

My?

vibrate, and if I must bust metal

Adjust the level

Release the clutch of the devil

While I conduct this concerto

Traveling the ruckus to bring justice

Ring through abyss

And bliss’ll overwhelm you

(Now that we at the helm)

You don’t quit

We go into a realm you never been

And seldom conceived

Perfection achieved