Songtext von Cut Chemist Suite

Oh yeah, party people Here we go Party people, rock the house Ya'll want some more? Ya'll want some more? Let me hear ya say 'yeah'! Let me hear ya say 'hell yeah'! Tuna the smoke-jumper, packing my oral cannon Bustin from Okinawa, Japan to Laurel Canyon Swallow flows, we turning like plush tires Mellow intros lyrics be burning like brush fires Spreading vocal leprosy, using discrepancy Lyric weaponry lessens your chances of testing me Stop and freeze MC's, I block atrocities True philosophies from the lips of black Socrates The pocket-penciler in your peninsula Killing Dracula MC's who bit from my vernacular I can back it The ill scene we occupy No lullaby, got you high, when I rock a fly Verse, for my people, let me breath slow Give a heave-ho, and stimulate your cerebral System, Cut Chemist grip the fader With Tuna the group debater We murder you duplicators Cuz I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that (2x) They call me Mister Antagonistic, drastic Coming from a place where these cops get their assed kicked The last trick unified was the cornerstone But now a lyric pistol to the dome is how we warn a clone Born alone, the strength of God makes my mission higher They found a liar dead, strung up with fishin' wire The mystifier packin vocal artillery Making lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery The cool in me, I'll make your block turn on one rhyme Electrifying like some nocturnal sunshine The planetary pioneer and his mixer Cut Chemist, Chali Tuna spittin' scriptures Painting pictures, even sisters adapt cuz We take it back like chiropractors Actors on wax make worse for real MC's Who worth your while so they search for me Cuz I'm the aristocrat, ghetto diplomat And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that