[Intro: Del]

Del-meister, 'bout to heist ya, hijack ya, coming back

Listen to this, peep it

[Verse 1: Del]

The transfixer, reprimand your bland fixtures

Replenishing with my menacing sentencing

Up inside this, oblige with guidance

From the funk expanding, verb tridents

I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek

To organize concentration camps, so they can get lobotomized

Fucked so bad, you feel sodomized, time for words to be colonized

To keep regards tall in size, erecting the best things in life

My flows composed for foes ta (breathe)

My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm

I'm hella stern, but my face is calm

Keeping the hip-hop scene vibrant, I come alive with good tide

It's fine and MC's silent, milestones in Hiero history

Leave you wishin' we was never released, at least

Even if, our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero's gifts

Those that don't agree is just pleading the Fifth

Proceeding to inscript the code

That makes your brain overload and implode

Too much imagination got you facing defeat

Quit rhyming 'cause you wasting a beat

It's Del with my diabolical follow-ups

And log the augmented tales to keep your mind tinted

With interest, and that was just an entrance

[Hook: Del]

Save it, put it in your pocket for later

It's all greater, I'mma do you a small favor

Deliver what we call beta, for y'all and your neighbors

With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader

Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up

You know what? Del is coming through with the cold cuts

Competition shouldn't have even shown up, with no nuts

We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts

[Verse 2: Pep Love]

The cold cuts

Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up

I hit 'em again and again, trust no one

The Hieroglyphic mics have been desecrated by the likes of them

And I don't know about that diplomatic shit

I rather let it just crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho

I murder 'em, like hurdling obstacles

It cause holocaust, all I got is word and balls

I'm hot pepper that you don't wanna taste to see

So just watch me lace the beat, gracefully

And ain't a nigga got a thang to say

My broken language slay niggas that came this way, aimlessly

My automatic spray, wreak havoc and mayhem

If you got something to say, come to The Bay

And get it off your chest, then put it to rest

Another competitor bested; better to just shut the hell up

Develop your skill and get enveloped still

With my nigga Del up to bat, turn yellow-belly and lily-livered

We delivered the Russian Roulette

You never know, it might get you wet

I'll make a issue out of that bitch who tried to diss (WHO??)

Thee invincible Hieroglyphics crew

I'll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden

Wash your mouth out with dick and keep skating pass

The irrelevant punk that pump fiction

But no, he don't want no friction

I got a mic addiction, that I don't wanna kick

Mine's are original rhymes, that are three-dimensional

Inching up to the pinnacle and cranking my engine up

And then I'm out, with the middle finger up

And a perpetual "S" on my chest

Just to let you know we still the best

[Hook: Pep Love]

Save it, put it in your pocket for later

It's all greater, I'mma do you a small favor

Deliver what we call beta, for y'all and your neighbors

With Pep on the mic and Jay on the fader

Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up

You know what? Pep is coming through with the cold cuts

Competition shouldn't have even shown up, with no nuts

We robust, Pep is coming through with the cold cuts