Lyrics Juxtaposed - The Grouch, EyeCue

Juxtaposed

Yo you know what man
Cool music
Grouch, Eyecue you know what I’m sayin'
Hobo Junction, Living Legends
Whatchu gonna do with that?
Whatchu gonna do with that?
You can’t give it back
I got a good side, I got a bad side too
My good side’s the I, the bad side’s the you
A righteous man, a nitrous hand
I peace with half a bible and a knife in hand
I got god and the devil pissed off, they want my wrist off
My style’s purgatory mixed with herb and gory
I got guns crossbred with books
I cock the page back just to confuse crooks
Diametrically opposed to I can’t die
I’m like a hog on the day you cry
Well I’m a simple man but I think complex too
A crusader for justice, pin the dirty work on you
My nerdy look is never seen they think I’m mean
I play it up to you, I’m underground but get the green
I want the sound clean from the house, get it?
I want the house and the cars and respect when I spit it
In effect I’m like a midget with wings
I won’t miss a thing
But you don’t know that I hide 'em like diamond rings
In rough hoods
I tried to be good
But I’m a bad motherfucker like Jules I wish you would
You wish you could but you can’t, I’m too much
T-W-O plus Eyecue that makes four
I got a good side
I got a bad side too
I tried to be good but I’m a bad mother fucker
I snapback like titanium bamboo
I wash brains like a gallon of shampoo
Erratic behavior
A sinner and a savior
Dirt hustling
Coming up clean opposites attract and I implode
What’s the code?
Infinite compounds and combinations that are juxtaposed
They can’t analyze, psycho
I’m alpha dog in discos
A betamax from an afro called the bio
Why should they even try bro?
They just doo-doo
Aquaman controlling the flow
Eyecue, look out 'cause now I’m busting with The Grouch
I don’t have an alias
Never been a crazy with schizophrenic tendencies
My entity morphs and warps and contorts at will
Try to cop a feel, hiphop made of steel
Soft and silent with the kill 'cause I wanna hear 'em squeal
My impressions just appeal
And if there’s more than one way to skin a cat I’m a dog
Like every other rapper on the west lighting the fog
I’m fighting the hog, but man I’m using this bacon
Igniting the log for now I’m freezing and shaking
Sleepers awaken, they don’t wanna but we make them
And they mother, from the gutter come great men