(feat. Phesto D) 

We Silver Surfing over soundwaves, scalpin 
tickets to my show for twenty dollars more than face value pays 
Curse my vowels on you holdin kids, marvel and gaze 
I strip the tarnish off the microphone, sharp as a spade 
Bring my plans to fruition, with intuition known to witches 
The Hieroglyphic argonauts bombard the spot 
with sandblasting, grand eloquence eloquent talented 
like balance beam medalists, the seismic 
Hi fidelity poltergeist in your amplifiers 
Bustin from the top like snipers, niggaz hyper 
Ventilate at the sight of the arch nemesis 
When Phesto D walks the premises 
I leave em mumma-fied like Tutan-khamun 
With premonitions like Hyrahnomeus, device is incisive 
And still be rockin the mic with arthritis 
And blow the sleeves off your shirt, cause you'll need a life vest 
to survive this, any anonymous character 
from Bay Area 51 to Copernicus 
I'm turnin kids to concrete, or be impaled 
on the stallic mic, with the slightest impulse 
I'm hair trigger, explode and reconstitute but bigger 
Put the mic in the death, crane like The Vigilante 
Manhandling, your crime family like Stan Lee 
Branding niggaz with the Hiero, symbol and 
adrenalin is, hallucinogenic 
By the time the ambulance rolled up, the pharmaceuticals entered 
They won't be able to identify ya 
dental records on laser disk, CD, tape or vinyl 
The Hiero, glyphics play the Iron Curtain 
Drop the gavel on your gangster babble and face the verdic