Soundbombing

Lyrics

My man.. he said.. could he create a soundbomb? Say, that's a good question... [Scratches: DJ Baby] * "Evidence, I'm bringin it" * "Rakka, Iri-science, rapid-fire how I transmit * * We got CaTash with that West Coast rhymin, bombin'... * Yes, I can.. yes, I can.. (Set it off) [Evidence] 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 Soundbombing in stereophonic 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 (Chop!) I pull, expand, boom-bap, no hi-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-Rocc and Babu [Iriscience] It's the return of Iri-stealth, the intelligence plane I'm picked up by radar, but too late, here comes the rain (Rrrah!) 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 moving 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 DJs, 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 [Tash] Ahh, CaTashTra – the gunner from the crew that drunk the beer up (Ugh) Keep your distance from my mic, this Alki style'll fuck your ear up But cheer up! That's the way the bottle spills (Ugh) DJ's, they think I'm shady, 'cause they know I steal they wheels (Ugh) 'Cause Tash kick the real, kick it with niggas with no deals (Ahh) Y'all fools ain't got no skills, y'all need to peep my homey Phil Peep the Barbershop (Ah), peep Defari while you at it DJ J.Rocc, Babu, and Rhettmatic (Ugh) '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 (Ayo) Is mic domination, so it takes concentration Peep what I'm facing (What?), facing 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 doing to 'em, Tash?) Right now, I'm soundbombing