Hieroglyphics - At The Helm Lyrics
Here we goChorus:Life is a blast when you know what you're doinBest to know what you're doin 'fore your life get ruinedLife is a thrill when your skill is developedIf you ain't got a skill or trade, then shut the hell upVerse One:My rhymes is like droppin your head on cementCrackin it open hopin to make a dent; I'm hell-bent onresurrection, per-fectionLesson #1: rekindle the essenceRap ain't about bustin caps and *****ing *****esIt's about fluency with rhymin ingenuityAll of this is new to me, see I peep rhymeswith scrutiny, under a microscope I walk a tightropeA thin line between insanity and sanitymixed with a little vanity, boostin the moralitywith Hiero hospitality, soon to strike it: richlike calories, salaries, ahh sounds like a planAnd, I will expand hip-hop as wellMight even kick a little impromptu, to stomp youweaklings, speaking things foreign to the human earthat you will fear now, whether you like it or notBlood clots on you little life on the situationand on the stipulations... the shit you wastintime on you pawns, it was planned like thatBut we can fight back, like David Horowitzand say we want no more of thisand put it in a cyrogenic statusReplace it with the lastest in technologyHip-Hop policies that demolish ya folliewOlly olly oxen free, get off of meYou can't see this, your defeatist attitude'llget you nowhere fast, I tend to my task causeChorus: 2XVerse Two:Don't even start on the next man, let's scanyour situation, you still have no patienceFlip on niggaz, rob niggaz, even familyAll the way up to your moms - you can't stand to bein the house, but when you kicked out you begginto come back in then the same old skit happensYou say you rappin but you don't know the essenceJust hoe slap and bustin caps is your messagePlus every time I put some scrill down, you steal itIf that's your way of teachin me a lesson I don't feel itYour raps reflect your life and that's a shamecause the way you're soundin, you must think that it's a gameI can see if you came from the ghetto, but you camefrom the Meadow - you really need to let that goYou got no respect for hip-hop, and you tryin to rhymeBiding your time and I find it a crimeI even tried to bury the hatchet manCause we all African, you wanna be a rapperstart practicin, you can't even flow rightSpend most of your time *****in hoes, gettin in fightsHangin out, with no mission in lifeAnd you're missing your life, and you'll be missing out on lifeI won't sweat you for that G you stolecause if you're still alive, I'll be there to see you foldTold ya!Chorus: 2XVerse Three:You could be a rapper an acto a gun clapperA comedian providing laughter as a bachelorA pastor of a chapter, a doctor, a lawyerA fireman, a hired hand, whether boy or girlit's your world your future you control itWhatever you do, early on, is how you mold it,I record it, sold it, told it to youMr. Del wouldn't tell you nothin that ain't true, becauseChorusThink you're able to label the Hiero sound?You still haven't found a comparable variableYou think you're able to label the Hiero sound?You still haven't found a comparable variableAll you marks... YAH!This the freshest shit and you know it
