Ear Drums Pop (Remix) - Intellectual

[Intro: Planet Asia, scratches by DJ Babu]

Affiliation like...

"Watch your ear drums pop"

Dilated Peoples...

"Watch your ear drums pop, got this rap shit locked"

"Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed"

[Verse 1: Planet Asia]

The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery

I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected

So gimme mines, or meet your death-wish

Done at the throat like floatin' wit' your neck slit

Be gone, I'm way beyond

My mind shines harder than your necklace

I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples

Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn a stripe, like I was just put on

Initiation means death, you burn the mic, now meet your escort

If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters

Duck it, you're fuckin' wit' the spot-rushers

Bustin' wit' brand new artillery cocked

Straight out the metal shop

To catch you up close, dead on the spot

There goes your manhood

Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods

Blaze you wit' the heat, destroy my conscience with the Backwood

Easing up ain't in the plans, I leave MC's wit' no stance

Ill convictions, so deep in thoughts the fans labeled it 'Trance'

[Interlude 1: Iriscience scratches by DJ Babu]

"Iriscience, ya'll"

"MC Iriscience"

"Rakaa, you don't rhyme fair!"

[Verse 2: Rakaa Iriscience]

Aiyyo, we hit at festivals, and we hit at the nightclubs

We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club

I love it and live it, if you want it, then come and get it

I'm like Show and A.G., or Alomar how I spit it

It's the highly-developed, well-equipped intelligent

You're a target if you're soft, pastel, or delicate

I'm bold, 'cause everything goes at pro caliber

A top competitor, a world-class traveler

Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site

Like they could check the date on a dime from satellites

I move like Coltrane, pushin' a 'Blue Train'

Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein

Wit' Planet Asia, Defari, and Everlast

Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather fast

Joey Chavez, and a butcher named Babs

Dilated – now take that shit back to the lab

[Interlude 2: Defari & Iriscience scratches by DJ Babu]

"Man, listen..."

"From L.A. at it's finest"

"Defari"

[Verse 3: Defari]

They wanna jack who?! Step up and I'll dump

Invade and face the rage of a 12-gauge pump

Yo, chump, I'm not that guy, my name's Defari

I roll wit' the fo' sho' logo – the open eye

Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden State'd

So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created

Everybody wanna be rhyming, wit' two left feet

That's like a cripple man in lane five at the track meet

You wishin' on a star, but you lookin' at the sun

I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more than fun

Pro sport, wit' a bottle of Crown, a quart of Guinness

The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes

Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel wit' mental fitness

Takin' out you suckers and you don't know how I did this

So quit it – quit wit' the nonsense, you harmless

Leave the Hip-Hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacist

[Interlude 3: Everlast & Defari scratches by DJ Babu]

"Everlastin' fresh"

"Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control"

[Verse 4: Everlast]

I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent

All the places I went, just to pay my rent

Used to keep me bent, on a ritual daily

Cock my hammer, spit a comet like Halley

I'll buck a .380 on ones that act Shady

I'm original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know you ain't the one that rep, peckerwood status

I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor,

What you comin' here for? Son, you know the law

Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse

Lift up your skirt, and expose your panties

For the world to see, you can't rep it like me

I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist, catalyst

Scandalous, masochist, never miss, battleist

You must be crazy, or just plain dumb

You might catch a beatdown now, where I come from

It's like that

[Interlude 4: Phil Tha Agony scratches by DJ Babu]

"Crescent Heights, get the name right"

"You know my mothafuckin' name"

[Verse 5: Phil Tha Agony]

Phil Tha Agony, a superhero

Creating miracles, Analyze This like Robert DeNiro

Wit' your air-tight vaccuum lungs

Got your stupid ass strung on the yum

Chewin' gum, bitin' your tongue – bleedin'

What is it that you're really needin'?

Is it fresh air to breathe in?

A bank account with plenty of cheese in?

Take into consideration

Whatever situation that you're facin' – analyze the operation

What's the function?

Who does the labor work? Who does the paper work?

Who's the president behind the desk, reclinin' the best?

Too many fake fraudulent artists, ignoramuses,

Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in this

That's why every move is documented

It's the unprecedented, rhymes that I invented

R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and Dilated

Crescent Heights, we're stealin' your hype – violated

[Interlude 5: Evidence & Defari scratches by DJ Babu]

"'76 born bomb lyricist" [Evidence]

"Evidence... got another sound mission"

[Verse 6: Evidence]

Yo, ya'll, my shit is timeless, a clock wit' no hands

A hourglass wit' no sand

My lifespan's been written before anyone crossed the ribbon

I started their path, but what I said just passed

The labcat's back, that's why I feel like I've been chose

To rise to occasions wit' hits like Pete Rose

Speak to myself, but once I say 'when' –

No mistakes allowed, sketch my letters in pen

Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank, ready to drink

Open our flows in perfect order in-sync

Total chaos, mass confusion

Just entered the playoffs, yo – my team's not losin'

[Outro]

"Platform, ultimate"