Ear Drums Pop

(Watch your eardrums pop) (Watch your eardums pop) (pop) (pop) [VERSE 1: Evidence] I got 61 keys with delays I'm vocally blown, but never thrown into the maze With no amp, I found my way out the first time round Then - never went back without my bloodhound I vow to hit the beat right The crowd - light em up, so I don't see night Mark the spot with the x, people in debt Make promises with beats on discettes (Yo, you feelin him yet?) Then make some noise with your voicebox One word, four syllables, unorthodox Describes my style best, I attack, never rest Cause in my sleep a metronome click beats on my chest Till I wake, shit - automate my mix Total control of where my highs and kicks should fit You don't stop till executed the plot While Bab' sets up shop to make your (eardrums pop) (Watch your eardrums pop) [VERSE 2: Iriscience ] The deejays in effect, keep holdin it down Dilated, we're correctly holdin the crown Plus we keep a set of keys to that golden sound It's that shit you bump loud when you roll in the town It's the art of showdowns, I'm quick to show clowns I bring it like, "Sucker, where's your threshold now?" His life under pressure in the eye of the storm To find the root I take it to the hive of the swarm I execute like Grandmaster Roc Raida Congratulations, brother, you swingin a hot fader >From L.A. I spit rocks sedated that leave craters Some are less than, some equal, but none greater Duck, you gunplay, I'm lovin the sunrays Used to party Friday, Saturday, and pray on Sunday But I figured out in life that there's more than one way That's why I'm doin things I always knew I'd do one day I've seen many lands and tasted the best crop I witnessed many cultures express through hip-hop I'm buildin with that science that De La dropped That means it might blow up, but it won't go pop (Watch your ear) (Watch your ear) (Watch your ear) (Watch your eardrums pop)