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Scapegoat Wax - Eardrum lyrics
Yeah, yeah, 9, 10, 11, 12, Yo, usually, We do it like this, The Suspects Scapegoat Wax Uh, coming through like a T-Rex, Check, check, Yo yo MCs smack their heads on brick And publicly pelt themselves with rocks And put their feet on dry ice blocks This one's the knock, knock knocking On your nose bridge Poking at your eyelids With the soul kids from where I live Everybody's smiling big as Regis And time froze like fetus A guitarist took a time machine and cloned baby Jesus And made an MC like me (what, what?) Who came to conquer everything Within the breeze, man, woman, disease - please, You looking at me in a dumb and funny way But come to find out your crew Was some 12-year-old runaways Mentally I am of the 23rd Century Technically microphones and drums are my specialty Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes I'm stomping through the streets rapping (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah) While you're marching for dimes It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon Sports trivia: Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins? Georgia Tech Yellowjackets Iller by the millisecond I be kicking like Tekken Check out my record collection It's kind of fat This is why I rap like that I be oozing out the funk Like a case of the clap CHORUS: {Here is something you can't run from So stop look and listen You take your position We do it like this son The illest prescription A lyric incision Into you eardrum} -- X2 THE SUSPECTS: Natural mystic blowing through the air Hey is you smoking something there? Contraire, mon frere Cause in my verbal contract to give niggas instant convulsions Experience eternal s |
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