Golden - Hieroglyphics

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

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

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

The hieroglyphics symbol the tradition of artistry

My mental instrument built to cripple technology

Killing 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

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

I know you suckas 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

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 badass so just um, badass!

You know?

I think he’s got it, Mac

Yes, he does!

Got what?

Charlie, my boy, you’ve got the Gun Fever