| Song | You Never Knew |
| Artist | Hieroglyphics |
| Album | 3rd Eye Vision |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carte, Carter, Jones, Lindsey ... | |
| (together) Hiero y'all... | |
| (A Plus) | |
| It's not a wrong thing | |
| to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend | |
| I'll tell you one thing: | |
| You'll never catch me fronting | |
| As I proceed to give the people what they wanting | |
| (Opio) You're making some green... | |
| (A Plus) But not for drama or fashion | |
| I'm stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion | |
| (Opio) All from rapping? | |
| (A Plus) Nah man there's many plans | |
| Like investing in land | |
| It started all from impressing the fans | |
| With brand new flows | |
| And you know | |
| All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos | |
| Fools used those | |
| But we ain't tripping | |
| Give respect when you see this | |
| You need us, | |
| or your raps underdevelop like a fetus | |
| (Pep Love) | |
| Those that know not doze | |
| And it shows | |
| When we broke out the knock | |
| Hos hopped out they clothes | |
| That's positive feedback | |
| Yep, The Prose | |
| I'm poised, we never pose, you'll never know | |
| >From '93 til infinity we've been inventive | |
| Creating the bump is our only incentive | |
| And it's been a long time since I feel I've been felt | |
| But the only thing I fear is fear itself | |
| So you know what we gots to do | |
| Maybe could we keep it within the crew | |
| Like it should be? | |
| Never givin' out | |
| We're livin' out our dreams | |
| If there's something I can't live without, | |
| That's my team | |
| You never knew... | |
| (Phesto) | |
| Hieroglyphics | |
| Hip-hop is vintage | |
| Underground like silos | |
| Launching long-range ballistics | |
| World-renowned, we ground-breaking | |
| Musical boundaries | |
| Runnin' circles around emcees | |
| (Del) | |
| Del -- been rhyming for more than a decade | |
| Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid | |
| Stay paid, I'm still grade-A | |
| None of that tomfoolery | |
| As you can see this shit ain't nothing new to me | |
| Utterly hovering over other things material | |
| You're stuck in the here and now | |
| Plus you're sweating profusely -- here's a towel | |
| Your fears are now reality | |
| When I take your dream states | |
| And elaborate on how your team's fake | |
| With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like | |
| Only I see through the charade you've made | |
| In today, but hey, tomorrow it's played | |
| And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed | |
| (Phesto) | |
| Hieroglyphics | |
| Hip-hop is vintage | |
| Invented in days back | |
| Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost | |
| In this contemporary maze of methods to floss | |
| We finding trees and trails to blaze | |
| Boundaries to cross | |
| We can be found beyond the bounds of reason | |
| Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum | |
| (Opio) | |
| They rushed the stage full-throttle in Chicago | |
| Our brains interlocked | |
| Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40-bottle | |
| Or get their chains snatched, pronto | |
| We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto | |
| Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan | |
| where they put major grands in my hand | |
| Follow... | |
| (Phesto) | |
| Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an' | |
| Our perfection on the microphone was predestined | |
| World-renowned, we ground-breaking | |
| Musical boundaries | |
| Runnin' circles around emcees |
| zuo ci : Carte, Carter, Jones, Lindsey ... | |
| together Hiero y' all... | |
| A Plus | |
| It' s not a wrong thing | |
| to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend | |
| I' ll tell you one thing: | |
| You' ll never catch me fronting | |
| As I proceed to give the people what they wanting | |
| Opio You' re making some green... | |
| A Plus But not for drama or fashion | |
| I' m stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion | |
| Opio All from rapping? | |
| A Plus Nah man there' s many plans | |
| Like investing in land | |
| It started all from impressing the fans | |
| With brand new flows | |
| And you know | |
| All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos | |
| Fools used those | |
| But we ain' t tripping | |
| Give respect when you see this | |
| You need us, | |
| or your raps underdevelop like a fetus | |
| Pep Love | |
| Those that know not doze | |
| And it shows | |
| When we broke out the knock | |
| Hos hopped out they clothes | |
| That' s positive feedback | |
| Yep, The Prose | |
| I' m poised, we never pose, you' ll never know | |
| From ' 93 til infinity we' ve been inventive | |
| Creating the bump is our only incentive | |
| And it' s been a long time since I feel I' ve been felt | |
| But the only thing I fear is fear itself | |
| So you know what we gots to do | |
| Maybe could we keep it within the crew | |
| Like it should be? | |
| Never givin' out | |
| We' re livin' out our dreams | |
| If there' s something I can' t live without, | |
| That' s my team | |
| You never knew... | |
| Phesto | |
| Hieroglyphics | |
| Hiphop is vintage | |
| Underground like silos | |
| Launching longrange ballistics | |
| Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
| Musical boundaries | |
| Runnin' circles around emcees | |
| Del | |
| Del been rhyming for more than a decade | |
| Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid | |
| Stay paid, I' m still gradeA | |
| None of that tomfoolery | |
| As you can see this shit ain' t nothing new to me | |
| Utterly hovering over other things material | |
| You' re stuck in the here and now | |
| Plus you' re sweating profusely here' s a towel | |
| Your fears are now reality | |
| When I take your dream states | |
| And elaborate on how your team' s fake | |
| With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like | |
| Only I see through the charade you' ve made | |
| In today, but hey, tomorrow it' s played | |
| And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed | |
| Phesto | |
| Hieroglyphics | |
| Hiphop is vintage | |
| Invented in days back | |
| Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost | |
| In this contemporary maze of methods to floss | |
| We finding trees and trails to blaze | |
| Boundaries to cross | |
| We can be found beyond the bounds of reason | |
| Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum | |
| Opio | |
| They rushed the stage fullthrottle in Chicago | |
| Our brains interlocked | |
| Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40bottle | |
| Or get their chains snatched, pronto | |
| We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto | |
| Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan | |
| where they put major grands in my hand | |
| Follow... | |
| Phesto | |
| Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an' | |
| Our perfection on the microphone was predestined | |
| Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
| Musical boundaries | |
| Runnin' circles around emcees |
| zuò cí : Carte, Carter, Jones, Lindsey ... | |
| together Hiero y' all... | |
| A Plus | |
| It' s not a wrong thing | |
| to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend | |
| I' ll tell you one thing: | |
| You' ll never catch me fronting | |
| As I proceed to give the people what they wanting | |
| Opio You' re making some green... | |
| A Plus But not for drama or fashion | |
| I' m stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion | |
| Opio All from rapping? | |
| A Plus Nah man there' s many plans | |
| Like investing in land | |
| It started all from impressing the fans | |
| With brand new flows | |
| And you know | |
| All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos | |
| Fools used those | |
| But we ain' t tripping | |
| Give respect when you see this | |
| You need us, | |
| or your raps underdevelop like a fetus | |
| Pep Love | |
| Those that know not doze | |
| And it shows | |
| When we broke out the knock | |
| Hos hopped out they clothes | |
| That' s positive feedback | |
| Yep, The Prose | |
| I' m poised, we never pose, you' ll never know | |
| From ' 93 til infinity we' ve been inventive | |
| Creating the bump is our only incentive | |
| And it' s been a long time since I feel I' ve been felt | |
| But the only thing I fear is fear itself | |
| So you know what we gots to do | |
| Maybe could we keep it within the crew | |
| Like it should be? | |
| Never givin' out | |
| We' re livin' out our dreams | |
| If there' s something I can' t live without, | |
| That' s my team | |
| You never knew... | |
| Phesto | |
| Hieroglyphics | |
| Hiphop is vintage | |
| Underground like silos | |
| Launching longrange ballistics | |
| Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
| Musical boundaries | |
| Runnin' circles around emcees | |
| Del | |
| Del been rhyming for more than a decade | |
| Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid | |
| Stay paid, I' m still gradeA | |
| None of that tomfoolery | |
| As you can see this shit ain' t nothing new to me | |
| Utterly hovering over other things material | |
| You' re stuck in the here and now | |
| Plus you' re sweating profusely here' s a towel | |
| Your fears are now reality | |
| When I take your dream states | |
| And elaborate on how your team' s fake | |
| With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like | |
| Only I see through the charade you' ve made | |
| In today, but hey, tomorrow it' s played | |
| And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed | |
| Phesto | |
| Hieroglyphics | |
| Hiphop is vintage | |
| Invented in days back | |
| Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost | |
| In this contemporary maze of methods to floss | |
| We finding trees and trails to blaze | |
| Boundaries to cross | |
| We can be found beyond the bounds of reason | |
| Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum | |
| Opio | |
| They rushed the stage fullthrottle in Chicago | |
| Our brains interlocked | |
| Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40bottle | |
| Or get their chains snatched, pronto | |
| We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto | |
| Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan | |
| where they put major grands in my hand | |
| Follow... | |
| Phesto | |
| Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an' | |
| Our perfection on the microphone was predestined | |
| Worldrenowned, we groundbreaking | |
| Musical boundaries | |
| Runnin' circles around emcees |