Z1 Nation - Hieroglyphics lyrics

(Verse 1) What I'm about? Well, one thing's for sure f** hits. My team supreme homie legend galore Lorded Out, giving what you came for Pesos. Pay up lord; give you the main course Wu sh**, it's a movement music is a tool we using Wuology's just giving you the blueprint Now we out here splashing the campaign Tsunami shogun, doing the damn thing From school, to comprehension to implementing You better keep it positive putting our name in your sentence Stomp you out, celebrate; wine gla**es Lords is more than steel toes and fine jackets Wu state, state of mind brother what you living Who's your idol, hu? Put that s**er out of commission Words formulating into legendary greatness For you, this sh** is new. We do it on a daily basis What's your playlist? Go and find replacements Them dudes is on the clock to be in wooden cases It's not elimination, more like expiration They're ripples in the middle of the ocean chasing pavements (Hook) See my fam that's the people I would steal for See my fam that's the people I would k** for Steel toes in the snow, chop it up with the bros Dollar bills, get the money bout to blow (Verse 2) My brothers, I love them, we rugged, we k**ing; it's nothing And every time they see us, they think we up to something That's probably cause we are; on the same page We ain't tryna work for nothing my brother. Minimal wage? Born to be kings they try to treat us like roaches Glorify the fact and try to make it seem hopeless To be supreme and shoot for the top rank We out numbered but we coming the top tanks co*ky s**ers, put it on the God we trust Even the finest sword in salt water will eventually rust Don't get comfortable. We'll spot you, clock you, chop you for pot stew Holes size of ox nostrils will turn you to fossil My only obstacles, me, myself, and I And I keep myself together keep my tears within my eyes Pain hurts. It's another way to show that you're alive So I'm happy I receive it, keep it moving and survive Yo, I'm sticking to the game plan. Don't sweat the lango If you ain't here for sk**, then what the f** this n***a came for? Chilling with my kinfolk. Writing scriptures while they spitting piff smoke Stubborn to go dumb while I'm stiff broke Here's my contribution. Put my thoughts in these fossils They won't forget the lesson, they won't forget the authors WuLords, Z1 (Hook x2) See my fam that's the people I would steal for See my fam that's the people I would k** for Steel toes in the snow, chop it up with the bros Dollar bills, get the money bout to blow (Verse 3) If there's aliens, tell them to cop an album Send it out to Mars, Venus homie see the outcome These s**ers want the street lights. Brother, I want the sun Galactic dreams coming from a brother from the slums This is for the radio play me though On and on and on and on and Open ears, listen clear. Hoping focus is chosen here Immune to hopelessness I hold my whole career Open up for you to see, open curtains and center stage Protect the soul, old presidents keep me paid Every chapter has a cycle (cycle) Every song is a dimension, not a title (title) Mirror in a mirror, cycles (cycles) (Woman sings) Like wheel within a wheel (Z1) Crack the code, peep the flow it's a cycle (cycle) (Woman sings) On a ever spinning wheel (Z1) Psychological dominance, check the conglomerate Conscience is clocking in, knowledge becoming a wise arsonist WuLords forever and ever Live in affect forever and ever and ever