Eardrum

Yeah, yeah

9, 10, 11, 12

Yo, usually we do it like this

The Suspects Scapegoat Wax

Uh, coming through like a T Rex

Check, check, yo, yo

MC's smack their heads on brick

And publicly pelt themselves with rocks

And put their feet on dry ice blocks

This one's the knock, knock, knocking on your nose bridge

Poking at your eyelids with the soul kids from where I live

Everybody's smiling big as Regis

And time froze like fetus, a guitarist took

A time machine and cloned baby Jesus

And made an MC like me

(What, what?)

Who came to conquer everything

Within the breeze, man, woman, disease, please

You looking at me in a dumb and funny way

But come to find out your crew was some 12 year old runaways

Mentally, I am of the 23rd Century

Technically microphones and drums are my specialty

Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes

I'm stomping through the streets rapping

(Ooh, ah, ooh, ah)

While you're marching for dimes

It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon

Sports trivia, Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins?

Georgia Tech Yellow jackets, Iller by the millisecond

I be kicking like Tekken, check out my record collection

It's kind of fat, this is why I rap like that

I be oozing out the funk like a case of the clap

Here is something you can't run from

So stop look and listen, you take your position

We do it like this son, the illest prescription

A lyric incision into you eardrum

Here is something you can't run from

So stop look and listen, you take your position

We do it like this son, the illest prescription

A lyric incision into you eardrum

Natural mystic blowing through the air

Hey, is you smoking something there?

Contraire, mon frere 'cause in my verbal contract

To give niggas instant convulsions, experience eternal seizures

Tongue got you chokin', rollin' down your throat

And, and leaving you to believe

That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease

We'll never freeze even at the point of a handgun

Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random

Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom

Thinkin' they handsome

Stick they family for all they own and some

My life is based on tantrum

Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'?

You know, fuck a platinum Finagler philosophy

Y'all player haters ain't understanding my verbosity

Constantly off lots of weed

It costs to be the boss don't take a loss

No double cross hater back off of me

Feel animosity in high velocity both prodigies

Your ears are rung, my noise

Is like a thousand voices

Until I'm done my words

Will shine through all distortion

I'm here intact, we're gonna get this thing together

And when it cracks, I'm gonna bet you that

You and everybody else surrenders

Your ears are rung, my noise

Is like a thousand voices

Until I'm done my words

Will shine through all distortion

I'm here intact, we're gonna get this thing together

And when it cracks, I'm gonna bet you that

You and everybody else surrenders