The Who (A-Plus Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro] As long as you don't put too much on it [Verse 1] [Del] Tonight we got the mic on cruise With more luck than horseshoes [Opio] While we fuse together like Bruticus We move with ten ton thrusters [Phesto] The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysms Expand with wisdom [Pep Love] Musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism And animal instinct that's in sync [Phesto] Distinct, leaving suckas extinct when we combine The gravity nullifying physics of mind [Del] Inebriating, leave you gaping open Nothing's safe in Oakland It's potent and murder is the slogan but [Opio] We showing the erosion of the stereotypical Itching to pull the trigger on niggas This is all original [Pep Love] And brand new, fidgeting with tracks that are rigid and Pigeonholing rappers while collecting dividends at the door [Opio] Ya' know [ECHOES] [Del] And that's how it go [Del] [Hook: Del the Funky Homosapien] (Who? Who? Who? Who?) Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers? Can't be no plainer (YOU!) The remainders couldn't never be that one Pack 'em in by millions, attendance is platinum (Who? Who? Who? Who?) Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators With rhymes so major (YOU!) Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper [Verse 2] [Del] Once again in your dimension, tension personified Del and Hieroglyphics pollenize We don't apologize for getting places packed back-to-back Our rank cranks just about any function While your memory file is blank No hankey-pankey jankey stuff going Down over here, no forms of rats or rodents [Opio] My styles fluctuate like the Dow Jones average While they stay savage My cassette change shape and transform like ravage or rumble Make the Earth crumble and separate Fallin' to the underground Get into your head like a metal plate While you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella fake Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us The eagle eye, Mach 1 breed, mic crusaders [Pep Love] Yes indeed, intuition is the tool in which I use When enriching you with original stylistics And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blow it up With ballistic attacks Let me just deal with the facts Niggas keep it real in they raps but you're not realistic Perfection and our poetical competitive edge Is just a reflection of how we feel shit [Del] This history's impressionist, microphone specialist Catchin' bids for putting MCs hearts in my fridge [Phesto Dee] The grand inquisitor, exquisite to the osteo My prodigal product a diabolical melodics Aquatic is nautical Motion, Hiero, kenetic flotation, so fuck ya phony radio rotation My colossal might on the mic is optimum Hip-hop from the Sequoia Heights populous Gamma rays like Bruce Banner Phase your scanner With mind over matter, I slap the curls out you girl scouts...ya know [Hook: Del the Funky Homosapien] (Who? Who? Who? Who?) Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers? Can't be no plainer (YOU!) The remainders couldn't never be that one Pack 'em in by millions, attendance is platinum (Who? Who? Who? Who?) Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators With rhymes so major (YOU!) Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper (Who? Who? Who? Who?) Are these originators rippin' cuts like sabers In the hands of Darth Vader (YOU!) The remainders couldn't never be that one Pack em in by millions, attendance is platinum (Who? Who? Who? Who?) Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators With rhymes so major (YOU!) Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper Yeah, Ahh!