| Lyrics: | My man.. he said.. could he create a soundbomb?
Say that's a good question
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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..
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[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
Soundboming in stereophone audio fidelity
Flows get
took, a simple plan, best-sellin book
And people in the clutch open they mouth too much
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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
[Iriscience]
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 |
