Hieroglyphics - Heatish lyrics

[Opio] Yea! I'm super colossal I'll DDT any Randy Savage that can 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 pa**ed a paint brush to Pica**o 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 sk**s Fire swept through your dialect like the oakland hills Inner smoke and still it's everlasting They're saying oh, that's over k** CHILL! Roll a Phill control the Bill Bixbie 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 I make G's wit a pencil, expand exponentially I gots to tell 'em what I been through [Taiji] I'm a emphatic, rap-phatic Cinematic sim-tactics Inhabit when the black magnet attract magic Disperse curses, repel spells, and tell tales My literary achievements Rocked your body of rejects and caused solar events This psycho-kinetic flux when I touch the mic You rappers caught up in a crux tonight I bust with an exuberant lust for life Maneuver within the groove and get BUCKS for what I write Take a stroll down lovers lane And get beat to a pulp by my s**ers' slang I'm vulgar, vain Glorious and obnoxious when I rock sh**, get toxic Profound and profane. My 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 motherf**ers off my nuts is nothin. [Casual] One of them cats that you won't find easy to persuade Catch me with a group of babes, (dug in)? like super Dave (HA) In an Escalade But who could save hip-hop when the music's made? (Hiero) You looked confused Tried 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,? 'em all, got up before we caught up In some sh**, that's how we brought up A feather chaser, moving at the pace of an Indy-racer Razor sharp art... Fantasia! Fanatic or finesse from flows filled with static Combatted by the cats I let have it A money magnet