Lyrics Soundbombing - Tash, Dilated Peoples

Soundbombing

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Soundbombing
My man. he said. could he create a soundbomb?
Say that’s a good question
Yes i can. yes i can.
Most want what they don’t have, especially in this game
But on the other side of the rainbow -- yo' shit’s exactly the same
I aim one eye closed, so now you’ve been exposed
To my scope, an infrared target at night you glow
Got the chance, took it, hype tape that’s what they tellin me
Soundboming in stereophone audio fidelity
Flows get took, a simple plan, best-sellin book
And people in the clutch open they mouth too much
I drop bars so hard, the code explodes
And bells ring like don king fights ain’t worth the dough
Sounds from tones, and licks from quincy jones
Backdrop, my microphone so i can chop down clones
I pull, expand, boom bap, no high hats
To hide behind the fact your wack vocal’s off track
Droppin verses like this, a pleasure for me to do
Signin off, dilated platform, j-rock and babu
It’s the return of iri-stealth, the intelligence plane
I’m picked up by radar, but too late, here comes the rain
I make you feel wingtip audiomatics
I travel the map to any part of the planet
Now word on the street is y’all suckers want static
Since most kids are spoiled these days, i let em have it
Land on stage, i see the mic and i grab it
Get the crowd movin side to side, like i panned it
Had to multiply my crew (well that’s math)
Subtract or divide your crew (well that’s wrath)
What i put inside the bleeds (oh that’s hash)
Oh you want a new dick to ride? (go ask tash)
For the dj’s, i keep a microphone in my palm
And for the people paranoia’s a weapon so stay calm
For the toys, i take flight again for soundbombing
One-nine-nine-nine like sadat x and common
Ahh, catashtra, the gunner from the crew that drunk the beer up
Keep your distance from my mic, this alki style’ll fuck your ear up
But cheer up! that’s the way the bottle spills
Dj’s they think i’m shady cause they know i steal the wheels
Cause tash kick the real, kick it with niggaz with no deals
Y’all fools ain’t got no skills, y’all need to peep my homey phil
Peep the barbershop, peep defari while you at it
Dj j-rock, babu, and rhettmatic
Cause that’s the type of shit catash be pumpin in the volvo
Where homies hittin me up like, «nigga what’s up with that solo?»
I tell em that the object of my whole project
Is mic domination, so it takes concentration
Peep what i’m facin, facin r&b the guns
Are you in it with the heart or are you in it for the funds?
Cause tash got the style that’s dangerous as mountain climbin
(yo what you doin to em tash?) right now i’m soundbombing