Yo, 1993

New year, new world champions

Like this

Yo, the ill-minded mack will find the facts

I rhyme in acts, **** bound till I'm attacked

When **** say that I can't rhyme, I recline

I'm the first to tell you, I got G's in my verse who tell me

It hurts a fella when I rip, because I'm sly, slick

The **** fly chicks ride with

I'm leaving **** stranded, man, that's how I planned it

Landed blows with my random flow

And it goes a little something like this

And I might diss, with my right fist, I strike kids, like a pitcher do

I'll split your bitch, you better switch or I twist you

I play tricks like a mix

When booty **** miss the beat

I figure that they wack, I go and get my bat

And get a pack of Swisher Sweets

Plus be ill when I bust the grill, but we chill

Who the fattest (Hiero) it's batting practice

It's no feat how I defeat weaker

Individuals, set 'em up, like give and go

A heat seeker, I take a bat, and flatten your features

Beseech you, proving I'll do that, too

'Cause, when you pulls my clothes on, and shrouded

I'm out with you grip and you're pimpin', so how did he do that shit?

Who that kid? You're asking the masked man

Who fly higher than Aspen?

Ask friends what you need, when I need your blockin'

Then I leave you knocked in

Counts to call, I trounce 'em all

With the quickness, using fitness, leave you fit-less

Who got a problem with me ripping all that I do?

I'm betting way more than you

Hey, sure, you knew my rhymes was fly

My lines imply that I'm fatter, next batter

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I swing a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I swing a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

Get the fuck out, I never struck out

Better get the bucks out and kick 'em down

Wrecking extreme havoc when I'm practicing

That could mean a loss of consciousness, when I launches this

Back to the scene of the crime, I'm never on sight

Untouchable, what, you pulled another heist?

Precisely, I's be the man that get it

Said it, free up your possession, never regretted

No anesthetic, so you're headed for some sufferin'

Bufferin', can't ease the aches and pains, the migraines

What a terrible strain on your lifestyle

Pull a knife while you give it up, simp

I'm a pimp, got your ho, and got your dough

And got the best flow in the universe, snatchin' titles like a purse

**** be the spot in a hearse

I'm worse than the baddest, it's batting practice

It's Phesto, so keep your cash flow, presto

It's gone, right before your eyes, if you're wise

Another heist done nice when I slice

Your neck, and snatch your duffel bag with a sag

And a gag in your grill, dag, I get ill

Dangerous if it's your brain I bust, then take your chains and stuff

With the victimizing, surprising

I'm quick to size men up with a swing to your grill

What I planned, difficult, I split your skull

With a tool, if you ever fool with the Souls

Did you ever think, if you blinked

I wouldn't get you for your links, and your cash, and your minks?

Savage enough to keep my average up

Puttin' chumps in, assume a new marking, then I'm scotch free

Watch me duck into the night with your valuables

I'm getting down with my tools like we do

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I swing a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all

I swing a Hieroglyphics baseball bat, y'all

What's up? Tell me we ain't the best now

That's how we do, ripping shit, **** don't know

They ain't the best, 'cause we be

That's practice