Powers That Be Lyrics
| Song | Powers That Be |
| Artist | Hieroglyphics |
| Album | Full Circle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| They say I'm like Bruce Willis...Unbreakable, Die Hard | |
| Ture Sickness with this mic on the tripod | |
| But I'm not Chow Yun Fat | |
| Dig I'm still a pillar of stone | |
| Flows enter your skulls | |
| Mash on your whole malitia like I'm Hannibal | |
| Imagine you the antelope, and I'm the king of the jungle | |
| Animal instict...phenominal stamina | |
| Just think about a man on the brink of insanity | |
| And it's me! | |
| You not a rapper, you a movie star checkin who we are | |
| Be the coup d'état...molotov cocktail | |
| Check and you'll get scarred and schooled regardless | |
| I'm marvelous majestic...no retarded shit | |
| All my power harnessin' | |
| My spoken word like a voltron sword | |
| And these palms pulse the arsenic | |
| Every medely...deadly! | |
| Come and spark with us | |
| [Tajai] | |
| When the instrumental begins | |
| The timid...they wince | |
| They know when it's gonna commence | |
| We bout to crush 'em | |
| Reach out and touch 'em | |
| Before they scream out | |
| We gonna pull these things out and bust 'em | |
| Rub 'em out like dry erase | |
| Thug it out like the United Snakes (sssss) | |
| It's us against the world | |
| Fuck popular opinion! | |
| They scoff cause we was different | |
| But we did it all for independence | |
| Now we gon' off 'em with a vengeance | |
| Hand on they heads! | |
| Paint the landscape ruby red | |
| With the nerve and will of a bunch of determined killers | |
| Who always make their marks, and never hesitate to spark | |
| Strike first, take their hearts with the right verse | |
| Cause confusion | |
| Never underestimate the power of illusion we usin' | |
| Start a whole revolution of music, man we do this! | |
| Shit it's all we know! | |
| [Chorus] X 4 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It's in you | |
| It's in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That's all we know.. | |
| [Del] | |
| Whatever, I don't know why you even play yourself to that degree | |
| You laugh at me? | |
| Like I won't slap the teeth out your grill | |
| That's how I feel | |
| You out of order | |
| You about a quarter inch away from fist in face | |
| Your distant gaze makes me think your brain drifts away | |
| To a land of wonder, only to awaken by the sound of cannon thunder | |
| All of those damn assumptions! | |
| You a sad sack, mad wack | |
| Straight up and down ass-crack | |
| And that's that! | |
| Get a load of Del, I devise words well | |
| I be spittin globe | |
| Let the mission unfold | |
| Your just a pretty centerfold | |
| Hate to diss ya ho, but you're fictional | |
| I'm just kinda different yo...what I say is thought provoking! | |
| Not for joking | |
| See I know things they told kings | |
| While your hos cling to whatever the dough brings | |
| [Chorus] X 1 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It's in you | |
| It's in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That's all we know.. | |
| [Pep Love] | |
| Hieroglyphics came triumphant reign...uncontained | |
| Runnin through the plains of some hunted slaves | |
| Emperors who were meant to be entered into the end of the world | |
| As we spin to the heat of the sun's temperature...hot! | |
| Distance measure how many flows I got | |
| Persistent pressure as we get this cheddar | |
| For the business and the betterment of my folks | |
| All my green stars mount up | |
| Ready let's go! | |
| We sustain out of Earth cause we came outta her | |
| The devils get slain when I sling slang | |
| Hotter then a lot of lava from Barbeta to Bahamas | |
| All the way to (some island?) | |
| We parlé'in, clokcin dollars like good fellas | |
| Suckas get jealous cause we make lettuce and we still rebelious | |
| And the industry could never jail us | |
| All my niggaz free to be ourselves and our record still sell! | |
| This is hip hop Olympics | |
| Hieroglyphics the Dream Team | |
| Rappers livin outta they means, tryin to bling bling | |
| Get your fat chain stole! | |
| Get your whole crew exposed | |
| We done had them hos, dog! | |
| I'm magical and when I grab these flows | |
| Out the hat it blows 'em back to the last 3 rows | |
| We mashin, massive action-packed shit | |
| Hit 'em with a passion and that's it! | |
| [Chorus] X 4 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It's in you | |
| It's in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That's all we know. |
| zuo ci : Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| They say I' m like Bruce Willis... Unbreakable, Die Hard | |
| Ture Sickness with this mic on the tripod | |
| But I' m not Chow Yun Fat | |
| Dig I' m still a pillar of stone | |
| Flows enter your skulls | |
| Mash on your whole malitia like I' m Hannibal | |
| Imagine you the antelope, and I' m the king of the jungle | |
| Animal instict... phenominal stamina | |
| Just think about a man on the brink of insanity | |
| And it' s me! | |
| You not a rapper, you a movie star checkin who we are | |
| Be the coup d'e tat... molotov cocktail | |
| Check and you' ll get scarred and schooled regardless | |
| I' m marvelous majestic... no retarded shit | |
| All my power harnessin' | |
| My spoken word like a voltron sword | |
| And these palms pulse the arsenic | |
| Every medely... deadly! | |
| Come and spark with us | |
| Tajai | |
| When the instrumental begins | |
| The timid... they wince | |
| They know when it' s gonna commence | |
| We bout to crush ' em | |
| Reach out and touch ' em | |
| Before they scream out | |
| We gonna pull these things out and bust ' em | |
| Rub ' em out like dry erase | |
| Thug it out like the United Snakes sssss | |
| It' s us against the world | |
| Fuck popular opinion! | |
| They scoff cause we was different | |
| But we did it all for independence | |
| Now we gon' off ' em with a vengeance | |
| Hand on they heads! | |
| Paint the landscape ruby red | |
| With the nerve and will of a bunch of determined killers | |
| Who always make their marks, and never hesitate to spark | |
| Strike first, take their hearts with the right verse | |
| Cause confusion | |
| Never underestimate the power of illusion we usin' | |
| Start a whole revolution of music, man we do this! | |
| Shit it' s all we know! | |
| Chorus X 4 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It' s in you | |
| It' s in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That' s all we know.. | |
| Del | |
| Whatever, I don' t know why you even play yourself to that degree | |
| You laugh at me? | |
| Like I won' t slap the teeth out your grill | |
| That' s how I feel | |
| You out of order | |
| You about a quarter inch away from fist in face | |
| Your distant gaze makes me think your brain drifts away | |
| To a land of wonder, only to awaken by the sound of cannon thunder | |
| All of those damn assumptions! | |
| You a sad sack, mad wack | |
| Straight up and down asscrack | |
| And that' s that! | |
| Get a load of Del, I devise words well | |
| I be spittin globe | |
| Let the mission unfold | |
| Your just a pretty centerfold | |
| Hate to diss ya ho, but you' re fictional | |
| I' m just kinda different yo... what I say is thought provoking! | |
| Not for joking | |
| See I know things they told kings | |
| While your hos cling to whatever the dough brings | |
| Chorus X 1 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It' s in you | |
| It' s in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That' s all we know.. | |
| Pep Love | |
| Hieroglyphics came triumphant reign... uncontained | |
| Runnin through the plains of some hunted slaves | |
| Emperors who were meant to be entered into the end of the world | |
| As we spin to the heat of the sun' s temperature... hot! | |
| Distance measure how many flows I got | |
| Persistent pressure as we get this cheddar | |
| For the business and the betterment of my folks | |
| All my green stars mount up | |
| Ready let' s go! | |
| We sustain out of Earth cause we came outta her | |
| The devils get slain when I sling slang | |
| Hotter then a lot of lava from Barbeta to Bahamas | |
| All the way to some island? | |
| We parle' in, clokcin dollars like good fellas | |
| Suckas get jealous cause we make lettuce and we still rebelious | |
| And the industry could never jail us | |
| All my niggaz free to be ourselves and our record still sell! | |
| This is hip hop Olympics | |
| Hieroglyphics the Dream Team | |
| Rappers livin outta they means, tryin to bling bling | |
| Get your fat chain stole! | |
| Get your whole crew exposed | |
| We done had them hos, dog! | |
| I' m magical and when I grab these flows | |
| Out the hat it blows ' em back to the last 3 rows | |
| We mashin, massive actionpacked shit | |
| Hit ' em with a passion and that' s it! | |
| Chorus X 4 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It' s in you | |
| It' s in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That' s all we know. |
| zuò cí : Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| They say I' m like Bruce Willis... Unbreakable, Die Hard | |
| Ture Sickness with this mic on the tripod | |
| But I' m not Chow Yun Fat | |
| Dig I' m still a pillar of stone | |
| Flows enter your skulls | |
| Mash on your whole malitia like I' m Hannibal | |
| Imagine you the antelope, and I' m the king of the jungle | |
| Animal instict... phenominal stamina | |
| Just think about a man on the brink of insanity | |
| And it' s me! | |
| You not a rapper, you a movie star checkin who we are | |
| Be the coup d'é tat... molotov cocktail | |
| Check and you' ll get scarred and schooled regardless | |
| I' m marvelous majestic... no retarded shit | |
| All my power harnessin' | |
| My spoken word like a voltron sword | |
| And these palms pulse the arsenic | |
| Every medely... deadly! | |
| Come and spark with us | |
| Tajai | |
| When the instrumental begins | |
| The timid... they wince | |
| They know when it' s gonna commence | |
| We bout to crush ' em | |
| Reach out and touch ' em | |
| Before they scream out | |
| We gonna pull these things out and bust ' em | |
| Rub ' em out like dry erase | |
| Thug it out like the United Snakes sssss | |
| It' s us against the world | |
| Fuck popular opinion! | |
| They scoff cause we was different | |
| But we did it all for independence | |
| Now we gon' off ' em with a vengeance | |
| Hand on they heads! | |
| Paint the landscape ruby red | |
| With the nerve and will of a bunch of determined killers | |
| Who always make their marks, and never hesitate to spark | |
| Strike first, take their hearts with the right verse | |
| Cause confusion | |
| Never underestimate the power of illusion we usin' | |
| Start a whole revolution of music, man we do this! | |
| Shit it' s all we know! | |
| Chorus X 4 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It' s in you | |
| It' s in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That' s all we know.. | |
| Del | |
| Whatever, I don' t know why you even play yourself to that degree | |
| You laugh at me? | |
| Like I won' t slap the teeth out your grill | |
| That' s how I feel | |
| You out of order | |
| You about a quarter inch away from fist in face | |
| Your distant gaze makes me think your brain drifts away | |
| To a land of wonder, only to awaken by the sound of cannon thunder | |
| All of those damn assumptions! | |
| You a sad sack, mad wack | |
| Straight up and down asscrack | |
| And that' s that! | |
| Get a load of Del, I devise words well | |
| I be spittin globe | |
| Let the mission unfold | |
| Your just a pretty centerfold | |
| Hate to diss ya ho, but you' re fictional | |
| I' m just kinda different yo... what I say is thought provoking! | |
| Not for joking | |
| See I know things they told kings | |
| While your hos cling to whatever the dough brings | |
| Chorus X 1 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It' s in you | |
| It' s in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That' s all we know.. | |
| Pep Love | |
| Hieroglyphics came triumphant reign... uncontained | |
| Runnin through the plains of some hunted slaves | |
| Emperors who were meant to be entered into the end of the world | |
| As we spin to the heat of the sun' s temperature... hot! | |
| Distance measure how many flows I got | |
| Persistent pressure as we get this cheddar | |
| For the business and the betterment of my folks | |
| All my green stars mount up | |
| Ready let' s go! | |
| We sustain out of Earth cause we came outta her | |
| The devils get slain when I sling slang | |
| Hotter then a lot of lava from Barbeta to Bahamas | |
| All the way to some island? | |
| We parlé' in, clokcin dollars like good fellas | |
| Suckas get jealous cause we make lettuce and we still rebelious | |
| And the industry could never jail us | |
| All my niggaz free to be ourselves and our record still sell! | |
| This is hip hop Olympics | |
| Hieroglyphics the Dream Team | |
| Rappers livin outta they means, tryin to bling bling | |
| Get your fat chain stole! | |
| Get your whole crew exposed | |
| We done had them hos, dog! | |
| I' m magical and when I grab these flows | |
| Out the hat it blows ' em back to the last 3 rows | |
| We mashin, massive actionpacked shit | |
| Hit ' em with a passion and that' s it! | |
| Chorus X 4 | |
| The powers that be | |
| It' s in you | |
| It' s in me | |
| An Emcee | |
| That' s all we know. |
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