Dilated Peoples "Ear Drums Pop (Remix)" |
Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples Watch your ear drums pop, pop, pop Watch your ear drums pop, pop Got this rap shit locked Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed Changed, changed, changed The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected So gimmie mines and meet your death wish Dead at the throat like floatin' with your neck slit Be gone, I'm way beyond My mind shines harder than your necklace I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel Trigger-happy, anxious to earn to stripe like it was just put on Initiation means death, burn the mic, now meet your escort If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters Duck it, you're fuckin' with the spot rushers Bustin' with brand new artillery cocked Straight out the metal shop to catch you up close Dead on the spot, there goes your manhood Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods Blaze you with the heat, destroy my conscience with the backward Easin' up ain't in the plans, I leave MCs with no stands I'll conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance Iriscience, y'all MC Iriscience Rakaa you don't rhyme fair Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the nightclubs We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club I love it and live it, if you want it, then come and get it I'm like Show and AG or Alomar, how I spit it It's the highly-developed, well-equipped, intelligent You're a target if you're soft, pastel or delicate I'm bold 'cause everything goes at pro caliber A top competitor, a world class traveler Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site Like they could check the date on a dime from satellites I move like Coltrane, pushin' the blue tray Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein With Planet Asia, Defari and Everlast Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather fast Joey Chavez and a butcher named Babs Dilated Now take that shit back to the lab Man, listen From L.A. and it's finest Defari They wanna jack who step up and I'll dump Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my name's Defari I roll with the fo' sho' logo, the open eye Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden Stated So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created Everybody wanna be rhymin' with two left feet That's like a cripple man in lane five at the track meet You wishin' on a star but you lookin' at the sun I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more than fun Pro sport with a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness Takin' out you suckers and you don't know how I did this So quit it, quit with the nonsense, you harmless Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacy Everlastin' fresh [Incomprehensible] Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent All the places I went just to pay my rent Used to keep me bent on a ritual daily Cock my hammer, spit a Comet like Haley I'll buck a three-eighty on ones that act Shady I'm original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son You know, you ain't the one that rep pecker wood status I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor What you comin' here for, son, you know the law Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse Lift up your skirt and expose your panties For the world to see, you can't rep it like me I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist, catalyst Scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist You must be crazy or just plain dumb You might catch a beat down, now where I come from It's like that Crescent Heights, get the name right You know my mothafuckin' name Yo, yo, Phil Tha Agony, a superhero creatin' miracles Analyze this like Robert DeNiro with your air-tight vacuum lungs Got your stupid ass [Incomprehensible] Chewin gum, bitin' your tongue, bleedin' What is it that you're really needin'? Is it fresh air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of cheese in Take into consideration with every situation that you're facin' Analyze the operation What's the function? Who does the label work, who does the paper work? Who's the president behind the desk, reclinin' the best Too many fake fraudulent artists, ignoramusses Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in this That's why every move is documented It's the unprecedented rhymes that I invented R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and Dilated Crescent Heights, we're stealin' your height, violated 76 born bomb lyricist Evidence got another sound mission Yo y'all, my shit is timeless A clock with no hands, a hourglass with no sand My life span's been written before anyone cloths or ribbon I've started their path but what I've said just passed The lab cat's back, that's why I feel like I've been chose To rise to occasions with hits like Pete Rose Speak to myself but once I say when No mistakes allowed, sketch my letters in pen Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to drink Open all flows in perfect border in sync Total chaos, mass confusion You just entered the playoffs, yo, my team's not losin' Platform, ultimate Platform, ultimate Platform, ultimate Platform, ultimate Platform, ultimate Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |