Ear Drums Pop (Remix) versuri

Versuri Dilated Peoples – Ear Drums Pop (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Planet Asia, scratches by DJ Babu]
Affiliation like…
„Watch your ear drums pop”
Dilated Peoples…
„Watch your ear drums pop, got this rap shit locked”
„Planet Asia, ain’t a damn thing changed”

[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery, 
I’m locally accepted, worldwide respected 
So gimme mines or meet your death-wish
Done at the throat like floatin’ wit’ 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 a stripe, like I was just put on
Initiation means death, you burn the mic, now meet your escort
If the shot’s rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters
Duck it, you’re fuckin’ wit’ the spot rushers
Bustin’ wit’ 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 wit’ the heat, destroy my conscience with the Backwood
Easin up ain’t in the plans, I leave MC’s wit’ no stance
Ill convinctions, so deep in thoughts the fans labeled it Trance

[Interlude 1: Iriscience scratches by DJ Babu]
„Iriscience, ya’ll”
„MC Iriscience”
„Rakaa, you don’t rhyme fair!”

[Verse 2: Rakaa]
Aiyyo we hit at festivals, and we hit at 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 A.G., 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 worldclass traveller
Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site
Like they could check the date on a dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin’ a Blue Train
Rakaa’s my name, style Fatal like Hussein
Wit’ Planet Asia, Defari, and Everlast
Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliever the weather fast
Joey Chavez, and a butcher named Babs
Dilated – now take that shit back to the lab

[Interlude 2: Defari & Iriscience scratches by DJ Babu]
„Man, listen…”
„From L.A. at it’s finest”
„Defari”

[Verse 3: Defari]
They wanna jack who?! Step up and I’ll dump
Invade and face the rage of a 12-gauge pump
Yo, chump, I’m not that guy, my name’s Defari
I roll wit’ 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’ wit’ 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, wit’ a bottle of Crown, a quart of Guinness
The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes
Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel wit’ mental fitness
Takin’ out you suckers and you don’t know how I did this
So quit it – quit wit’ the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the Hip-Hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacy

[Interlude 3: Everlast & Defari scratches by DJ Babu]
„Everlastin’ fresh”
„Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control”

[Verse 4: Everlast]
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 Halley
I’ll buck a .380 on ones that act Shady
I’m original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son
You know you ain’t the one that rep, peckerwood 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, masochist, never miss, battleist
You must be crazy, or just plain dumb
You might catch a beatdown now where I come from
It’s like that

[Interlude 4: Phil Tha Agony scratches by DJ Babu]
„Crescent Heights, get the name right”
„You know my mothafuckin’ name”

[Verse 5: Phil Tha Agony]
Phil Tha Agony, a superhero
Creatin’ miracles, Analyze This like Robert DeNiro
Wit’ your air-tight vaccuum lungs
Got your stupid ass strung on the yum; 
Chewin’ gum, bitin’ your tongue – bleedin’
What is it that you’re really needin’?
Is it fresh air to breathe in?
A bank account with plenty of cheese in?
Take into consideration
Whatever situation that you’re facin’, analyze the operation
What’s the function?
Who does the labor work, who does the paper work?
Who’s the president behind the desk, reclinin’ the best?
Too many fake fraudulent artists, ignoramuses, 
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 hype – violated

[Interlude 5: Evidence & Defari scratches by DJ Babu]
„’76 born bomb lyricist” [Evidence]
„Evidence…got another sound mission”

[Verse 6: Evidence]
Yo ya’ll, my shit is timeless, a clock wit’ no hands
A hourglass wit’ no sand
My lifespan’s been written before anyone crossed the ribbon
I started their path, but what I said just passed
The labcat’s back, that’s why I feel like I’ve been chose
To rise to occasions wit’ 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 our flows in perfect order in-sync
Total chaos, mass confusion
Just entered the playoffs, yo – my team’s not losin’

[Outro]
„Platform, ultimate”
„Platform, ultimate”
„Platform, ultimate”
„Platform, ultimate”
„Platform, ultimate”
„Platform, ultimate”