Ear Drums Lyrics - Singles - Dilated Peoples

(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