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"