Shout It Out - Hieroglyphics

Shout it out loud and proud

Understand me and my family

Do the damn thing

Shout it out, shout it out

I wanna eat Nikka Costa like she was pasta

And lick Nelly Furtado like gellato

I make 'em sing high notes of st-staccatto

And gettin Maxim hiero tattoos tomorrow

I’m trying to get my mind off punany it’s hard though

How hard?

Harder than Suge Knight ask Vanilla

It’s killa, Neo-Nazis couldn’t stop me

See Op Lindsey see no busy still a fleet of freaks jock me

Like I’m cocky I’m a handle mine

Squeeze lime on my Corona keep my eye on my oponent

Flow hard like Omar Khadafi with a cocked 3.80

Make em stop and listen when I start to spittin maybe

The part you missin is the art of ingenuity

Sadie Hawkins wouldn’t choose your lazy ass

You slow as a Mercury Topaz with no gas

Urkin me could get your bones cracked

Perfect street corner thug feel his heat from the ugh

Burnin deep in your young street sweepers in the slums

Clearin out fake shit take it back where it’s from

Understand me?

I build Pyramidiums with idioms

Over hip-hop drums in the city slums

Where my niggas from, where we be rollin the biggest blunts

Where the honeys is on us when we bend corners

Not as humongous since a young buck when I would run amuck

With the gun tucked snug in the small of my back

Now I’m renown all around the almanac and done did all of that

You cats still rebellin

But I’m a rebel and I’ll never let the devil win

I’m breaking the Rock of Gilbraltar down to pebbles when I alter sound

And let it spin like my medicine will and my good feelin

We come through con-geal-in we making moves not yieldin

I’m about to make the news

I’m Langston Hughes a poet to you gangsta dudes

Still sit around and drink some brews

A nigga thow down switchin up the bank I use

I hate to loose that’s why I still got weight to loose

You broke nigga was never paid eight for shoes

They confused I’m a cat that you can’t amuse

Never feelin no restraint nigga break the rules

Haze is cool but roll that phat

Put all that good green in the golden wrap

Who controlin rap?

And who holdin craps?

I’m a natural pick in my afro cap

Whatever you 'bout to cop I got half on that

Smash Rockwell sippin on caribbean cocktail

I know the block well got knock for sell

Just call me we can polly over lobster tails

Party over when a mobster bails

Hardly sober but I know she got a toxic smell

I need a bad bitch who rocks Chanel

Not the same one piece that she caught on sale

Keep it real stock wheels '76 Seville

Off hella shit tryin to tell a bitch the deal

He on one pullin skits that’ll get you killed

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