| Song | Opio |
| Artist | Hieroglyphics |
| Album | 3rd Eye Vision |
| 作词 : Lindsey | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| What's goin down | |
| S.O.M., where we at? | |
| Alright | |
| How we do, verse like | |
| I ignite the microphone to a scorching ball of fire | |
| Light up the sky with the olympic torch wire | |
| tapped to the console, then I'm high rolling | |
| with the diamond tipped drill lyrics, straight from Oakland | |
| Don't get too comfortable your lungs will fill with fluid | |
| cause I'm tunneling through your bulletproof, at the speed of lightning | |
| Move right left, swing diagonal you still gets tagged so | |
| acting on impulse results in disaster (yeah) | |
| I'm like chance, I come unexpected | |
| like a glance down the barrel of a AP-9, I'm mind blowin | |
| Potent like crystal methane | |
| It's insane to try me but still niggaz attempt | |
| They body goes limp, then they brain starts trembling | |
| Dissasembling they physical makeup and mental health | |
| Gettin one step closer to oblivion your chest begins giving in | |
| There's no avenging your death on the microphon |
| zuò cí : Lindsey | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| What' s goin down | |
| S. O. M., where we at? | |
| Alright | |
| How we do, verse like | |
| I ignite the microphone to a scorching ball of fire | |
| Light up the sky with the olympic torch wire | |
| tapped to the console, then I' m high rolling | |
| with the diamond tipped drill lyrics, straight from Oakland | |
| Don' t get too comfortable your lungs will fill with fluid | |
| cause I' m tunneling through your bulletproof, at the speed of lightning | |
| Move right left, swing diagonal you still gets tagged so | |
| acting on impulse results in disaster yeah | |
| I' m like chance, I come unexpected | |
| like a glance down the barrel of a AP9, I' m mind blowin | |
| Potent like crystal methane | |
| It' s insane to try me but still niggaz attempt | |
| They body goes limp, then they brain starts trembling | |
| Dissasembling they physical makeup and mental health | |
| Gettin one step closer to oblivion your chest begins giving in | |
| There' s no avenging your death on the microphon |