The Who- A-Plus Mix

As long as you don't put too much on it

Tonight, we got the mic on cruise

With more luck than horseshoes

While we fuse together like Bruticus

We move with ten tonne thrusters

The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again

Like aneurysms expand with wisdom

Our musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism

And animal instinct that's in a sync

Distinct, leaving suckas extinct when we combine

The gravity nullifying, physics of mind

Inebriating, leave you gaping open

Nothing's safe in Oakland

It's potent, and murder is the slogan, but

We showing the erosion of the stereotypical

Itching to pull the trigger on ****

This is all original

And brand new, fidgeting with tracks that are rigid

And pigeonholing rappers while collecting dividends at the door

Ya know

And that's how it go

(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 the innovators who stimulate like vibrators

With rhymes so major?

(You) You need us to rock a show, hit the pager

**** Catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper

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 hanky-panky yankee stuff going

Down over here, no forms of rats or rodents

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

Falling to the underground

Get into your head like a metal plate

While you sit and wait for these **** on TV, they hella fake

Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us

The eagle eye, Mach 1 breed, mic crusaders

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

**** Keep it real in they raps which are not realistic

Perfection and our poetical competitive edge

Is just a reflection of how we feel ****

This history's impressionist, microphone specialist

Catchin' bids for putting MCs hearts in my fridge

The grand inquisitor, exquisite to the osteo

My prodigal product a diabolical melodics, aquatic is nautical

Motion, Hiero, kinetic flotation, so **** 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, you know

(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 the innovators who stimulate like vibrators

With rhymes so major?

(You) Ya need us to rock a show, hit the pager

**** Catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper

(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 the innovators who stimulate like vibrators

With rhymes so major?

(You) Ya need us to rock a show, hit the pager

**** Catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper, yeah