(feat. Phesto D) 



We Silver Surfing over soundwaves, scalpin 

tickets to my show for twenty dollars more than face value pays 

Curse my vowels on you holdin kids, marvel and gaze 

I strip the tarnish off the microphone, sharp as a spade 

Bring my plans to fruition, with intuition known to witches 

The Hieroglyphic argonauts bombard the spot 

with sandblasting, grand eloquence eloquent talented 

like balance beam medalists, the seismic 

Hi fidelity poltergeist in your amplifiers 

Bustin from the top like snipers, niggaz hyper 

Ventilate at the sight of the arch nemesis 

When Phesto D walks the premises 

I leave em mumma-fied like Tutan-khamun 

With premonitions like Hyrahnomeus, device is incisive 

And still be rockin the mic with arthritis 

And blow the sleeves off your shirt, cause you'll need a life vest 

to survive this, any anonymous character 

from Bay Area 51 to Copernicus 

I'm turnin kids to concrete, or be impaled 

on the stallic mic, with the slightest impulse 

I'm hair trigger, explode and reconstitute but bigger 

Put the mic in the death, crane like The Vigilante 

Manhandling, your crime family like Stan Lee 

Branding niggaz with the Hiero, symbol and 

adrenalin is, hallucinogenic 

By the time the ambulance rolled up, the pharmaceuticals entered 

They won't be able to identify ya 

dental records on laser disk, CD, tape or vinyl 

The Hiero, glyphics play the Iron Curtain 

Drop the gavel on your gangster babble and face the verdic