Hieroglyphics - Golden lyrics

[Hook: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Just like the tombs in Egypt Soon as you see it You'll be speechless, Golden No jive when we slide through We gonna provide you With something to ride to, Golden [Verse 1: Del the Funky h*mosapien] I know you gotta have it 'Cause Hieroglyphics is a habit Forming frequently with fanatics Can't be calculated with simple mathematics The worth is hovering over the surface A product proclaiming purpose The value skyrockets Now your stomach's smaller than your eye sockets Watch it [Verse 2: Tajai] But don't touch, it's caustic Raw spit, raining, put on your galoshes Any way you choose, yeah we got options Man we motivate from mild-mannered to start moshing Adrenaline levels climbing Climactic ships due to our didactic diamonds Refraction damn-near blinding Reiterating the reaches of our reign or where your rhyme is [Hook: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Just like the tombs in Egypt Soon as you see it You'll be speechless, Golden No jive when we slide through We gonna provide you With something to ride to, Golden [Verse 3: Opio] The hieroglyphics symbol the tradition of artistry My mental instrument built to cripple technology k**ing the debauchery and Aristotle wannabes Spilling my cigar with weed, I rep the marijuana tree North Carolina achieving haze for a start to G off On stage it's a phenomenal day Regardless we honor the culture Drama's over, Red October right on your shoulder [Verse 4: A-Plus] Just like the tombs in Egypt You know we never could let you in on this secret MCs flock just for trying to steal it Now they feel like consequences they gotta deal with I don't think they knew what they saw when they seen it Considering we high definition they Zenith Girls think I'm cool to hang out on the scene with Till they see the thing they be like "I don't believe this!" Swollen [Hook: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Just like the tombs in Egypt Soon as you see it You'll be speechless, Golden No jive when we slide through We gonna provide you With something to ride to, Golden [Verse 5: Pep Love] I know you s**as need it 'Cause Hieroglyphics is an edict A beckoning call for y'all to heed it A post tripping in your brain, looped and repeated My style is forever heavenly endowed with The poetry potential and prowess Their acts is unrighteous So now we still improve 'til the gun prices rises [Skit] That's my boy! That's amazing! Yeah! Can you feel it? You bet I can feel it, come on! Describe what you feel I feel uh, I feel focused and I feel bada** so just um, bada**! You know? I think he's got it, Mac Yes, he does! Got what? Charlie, my boy, you've got the Gun Fever