The Mayor - Hieroglyphics

I’m a hard line flow pressure, professor

I ain’t in it for the fame but I wanna live forever

I’m so mega with the mo' better

Capital letter, if you don’t get it

Go get a Rosetta Stone

Either way you translate it

You better just let it be known that daddy’s home

I’m taking off my belt

I was staring in the eyes of my enemy and saw myself

Then the law got dealt

To the peasants in my presence

I’m the best in it even if I didn’t have a red cent

The resident resident Buddha blessed in it

Representative of how to wreck it while the record’s spinning

Comes well recommended

You gon' see me test my limit before my second wind hit

Pancake batter, grey matter, grab a dame by her mane

Have her love the way I came at her

When we step into your city

Keep it grimy and gritty, the Hiero committee

Run shit like the mayor

Party over here, what?

Y’all over there

When we stomp into your area

Everywhere you are

No one can better, nah

We run shit like the governor

But we gon' let it do what it did, what it does, huh

We run shit like the mayor

No matter the subject matter

The rigors with which I subject matter

With my inter-dimensional spits unparalleled

Did you omit, the progenitor click

Invented the shit in your well-spun fairy tale

Why give specks respects due

The truth will protect you

When next to you’ll see growths essential

Measurement ain’t even relevant or evident

In the shadow of a mountain

Shouting how big your pebbles is

Well rock on I’m such a generous gentleman

Who when times is reticent to denigrate degenerates

It’s mean, I’d rather disseminate the medicine

I mean all smart soldiers imitate the veterans

Congressional medalists from umpteen tours

Really here for one thing: your progression and betterment

Shoop heard veterans bailing in the desert winds

Spreading this gospel to any hostile settlement

I ain’t one of them dudes

You won’t catch me hanging out with none of them dudes

None of them fools, 'less I’m trying to run up bamboos

For a hundred grand

The shoes, the tie, the hat, the crew’s dip

Plus the new shit that would arrive and tighten up loose lips

Blue ships, the top pick

The crew sick, and you pick the topic

The crew spit hot shit

Subduce the subconscious cause I’m just lyrically obnoxious but conscious

You niggas better feel me or chill, B

Don’t ice grill me just blow nice

But really, I only smoke spliffs

Kush like Nubia

Kushite to harm your king

The swing’s off ya, steel shine

No prime flow when it’s time for the rhyme flow