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(feat. Phesto D) We Silver Surfing over soundwaves, scalpin tickets to my show for twenty dollars more than face value pays Curse my vowels on you holdin kids, marvel and gaze I strip the tarnish off the microphone, sharp as a spade Bring my plans to fruition, with intuition known to witches The Hieroglyphic argonauts bombard the spot with sandblasting, grand eloquence eloquent talented like balance beam medalists, the seismic Hi fidelity poltergeist in your amplifiers Bustin from the top like snipers, niggaz hyper Ventilate at the sight of the arch nemesis When Phesto D walks the premises I leave em mumma-fied like Tutan-khamun With premonitions like Hyrahnomeus, device is incisive And still be rockin the mic with arthritis And blow the sleeves off your shirt, cause you'll need a life vest to survive this, any anonymous character from Bay Area 51 to Copernicus I'm turnin kids to concrete, or be impaled on the stallic mic, with the slightest impulse I'm hair trigger, explode and reconstitute but bigger Put the mic in the death, crane like The Vigilante Manhandling, your crime family like Stan Lee Branding niggaz with the Hiero, symbol and Letras de cancionesadrenalin is, hallucinogenic By the time the ambulance rolled up, the pharmaceuticals entered They won't be able to identify ya dental records on laser disk, CD, tape or vinyl The Hiero, glyphics play the Iron Curtain Drop the gavel on your gangster babble and face the verdic From Letras Mania