What The Funk - Hieroglyphics

Ay turn me down a little bit*

Everything, turn everything down a little bit

Full Circle with the protractor, you ain’t no factor

We rollerblade on beats and I can go backwards

Like it’s the 70's, high feeling heavenly

Chopping up Beverlys, thinkin how good the head’ll be

But I ain’t partyin with girls who need a guardian

I see 'em in the audience and pass 'em up

Fashioned up, flashin Miami

A big iceberg that sank the Titanic

A nigga quick to put his dick in your broad

But I wouldn’t spend five on a chicken kabob

We get poultry, smooth and sultry

Women approach me low key, and give me they proceeds

We kick poetry, you can quote me

Multi-talented, makin music mostly

Corralling them dollars as you holla audibly

Then make quantum leaps through the finer leaf

In the pursuit of scholarly refinement

I spend my life unwindin globes

Spend it in a pair of well-worn denims

Stretchin skins like a tenor it’s the smooth matter

The playful banter, or perhaps the 'gnac

In that half-full decanter, had her off of the scanner

Screamin let me at her!

Man the game long

Long, long as a freak would roam

That’s how we keep it, long as my peoples know

We gonna have cash in hand, triple threat hashish

Weed and keef to blow, nigga it’s no secret

Every time I come around here

Ultra smoke be in my eyes

Y’all don’t like me?

I don’t care

But what the fuck, you think that got to do with me?

Say what?

You balling like a Mariner

And wearin a three-piece suit, you still a two-shot Derringer

And I’m a paratrooper with a parachute

Airborne ranger tearing through the woods with a fully

I never spare manoeuvres the chances should be

Slim as a hairline fracture

America got ya, it might gat ya

Breed natural born killers like a factory, I’m absolutely

Never fallin victim to the brainwash chainsaw

I let my lyrics lick through 'em like a chainsaw

My aim is living true but it’s the same song

Brains on the sidewalk, jive talk three eyes watch

Whether you living dingy or you got nice things

I ain’t foolin with you suckers, it’s just not my scene

Some of you can’t imagine the pot I’ve seen

Fuckin with me I hope you’ve got Visine, put on your highbeams

A-Plus, Hieroglyphics, it’s them again

Never ever spend the Benjamins on a pelican

Like my women elegant, preferably melanin

Might telephone with chicken but before I’m gettin hell up in

I tell you man the way I’m livin is hectic

I mean to buy a mansion, catch me flippin her necklace

The game of flagrant fouls and you ain’t gettin ejected

I’m like be on some next shit and shit on my ex-bitch