Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ear Drums Pop, artist - Dilated Peoples. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ear Drums Pop |
| Affiliation like, dilated peoples |
| «watch your ear drums pop» |
| «watch your ear drums pop, got this rap shit locked» |
| «planet asia, aint a damn thing changed» |
| The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery |
| Im locally accepted, worldwide respected |
| So gimmie mines and meet your deathwish |
| Dead at the throat like floatin wit your neck slit |
| Be gone, Im 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 it was just put on Initiation means death, burn the mic now meet your escort |
| If the shots rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters |
| Duck it, youre 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 |
| For the backward, easin up aint in the plans |
| I leave mcs wit no stands |
| Ill conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance |
| «iriscience yall» |
| «mc iriscience» |
| «rakaa you dont 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 Im like show and ag, or alomar how I spit it Its the highly-developed, well-equipped intelligent |
| Youre a target if youre soft, pastel, or delicate |
| Im bold cuz 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 tray |
| Rakaas 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 |
| «man listen» |
| «from l.a. |
| and its finest» |
| «defari» |
| They wanna jack who? |
| Step up and Ill dump |
| Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump |
| Yo chump, Im not that guy, my names 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 |
| Thats 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, its more than fun |
| Pro sport wit 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 wit mental fitness |
| Takin out you suckers and you dont 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 |
| «everlastin fresh» |
| «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 |
| Ill buck a three-eighty on ones that act +shady+ |
| Im original like grady, check my sanford, son |
| You know you aint the one that rep peckerwood status |
| Ill bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor |
| What you comin here for, son you know the law |
| Lets take it back to the house, slide off your blouse |
| Lift up your skirt and expose your panties |
| For the world to see, you cant rep it like me Im communist, terrorist, vandalist |
| Catalyst, scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist |
| You must be crazy, or just plain dumb |
| You might catch a beatdown now where I come from |
| Its like that |
| «crescent heights, get the name right» |
| «you know my mothafuckin name» |
| Phil tha agony, a superhero |
| Creatin miracles, analyze this like robert deniro |
| Wit your air-tight vaccuum lungs |
| Got your stupid ass? |
| ?, chewin gum, bitin your tongue |
| Bleedin, what is it that youre really needin |
| Is it fresh air to breathin, a bank account so plenty of cheese in Take into consideration, wit every situation that youre facin |
| Analyze the operation |
| Whats the function? |
| who does the label work, who does the paper work? |
| Whos the president behind the desk, reclinin the best |
| Too many fake fraudulent artist, ignoramusus |
| Gettin famous-es, tryin to steal my whole name in this |
| Thats why every move is documented |
| Its the unprescedented, rhymes that I invented |
| R-rated, phil tha agony and dilated |
| Crescent heights, were stealin your height, violated |
| «76 born bomb lyricist» |
| «evidence…got another sound mission» |
| Yo yall, my shit is timeless |
| A clock wit no hands, a hourglass wit no sand |
| My lifespans been written before anyone cloths or ribbon |
| Ive started their path, but what Ive said just passed |
| The labcats back, thats why I feel like Ive 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 all flows in perfect border insync |
| Total chaos, mass confusin |
| Just entered the playoffs, yo my teams not losin |
| «platform, ultimate"*repeat to end* |