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