Listen to Ear Drums Pop (Remix) [feat. Phil Da Agony & White E. Ford] by Dilated Peoples, Defari & Planet Asia

Ear Drums Pop (Remix) [feat. Phil Da Agony & White E. Ford]

Dilated Peoples, Defari & Planet Asia

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dilated Peoples

Dilated Peoples

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joey Chavez

Composer

Michael Perretta

Michael Perretta

Composer

J. Green

Composer

D.A. Johnson, Jr.

D.A. Johnson, Jr.

Composer

Erik Schrody

Composer

J. Smith

Composer

Rakaa Taylor

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Joey Chavez

Producer

S. Freehill

Mixing Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Affiliation like

Watch your ear drums pop, pop, pop

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

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

[Verse 2]

The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery

I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected

So gimme mines and meet your death wish

Dead at the throat like floatin' with 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 it was just put on

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

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

Duck it, you're fuckin' with the spot rushers

Bustin' with brand new artillery cocked

Straight out the metal shop to catch up close, dead on the spot

There goes your manhood

Mad Max, terror your dome for canned goods

Blaze you with the heat, destroy my conscience

With the backward, easin' up ain't in the plans

I leave MC's with no stands

Ill conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

[Verse 3]

Iriscience, y'all

MC Iriscience

(Rakaa, you don't rhyme fair)

[Verse 4]

Ay, yo, we hit at festivals and we hit at the nightclubs

We hit it like Brad Pitt did at the Fight Club

I love it and live it

If you want it, then come and get it

I'm like Show and AG, or Alomar how I spit it

It's the highly developed, well equipped, intelligent

You're a target it 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, dot 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

With 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

[Verse 5]

Man, listen

From L.A. and it's finest

The name is Defari

[Verse 6]

The wanna jack who?

Step up and I dump

Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump

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

I roll with the fo sho logo, the open eye

Dilated, heavy rotated, golden stated

So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created

Everybody wanna be rhymin' with two left feet

That's like crippled 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 with 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 with mental fitness

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

So quit it, quit with the nonsense, you harmless

Leave the hip-hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacy

[Verse 7]

Everlasting fresh waters

Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control

[Verse 8]

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 a communist, terrorist, vandalist

Catalyst, scandalous, masochist, never miss, battle this

You must be crazy or just plain dumb

You might catch a beatdown, now where I come from it's like that

[Verse 9]

Crescent Heights, get the name right

And you know my motherfuckin' name

[Verse 10]

Phil Tha Agony, a superhero

Creatin' miracles, Analyze This like Robert DeNiro

With your air tight vacuum lungs

Got your stupid ass strung on the young

Chewin' gum, bitin' your tongue

Bleedin', what is it that you're really needin'?

Is it fresh air to breathe in, a bank account so plenty of cheese in?

Take into consideration, with every situation that you're facin'

Analyze the operation

What's the function?

Who does the label 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, tryna 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 stealing your height, violated

[Verse 11]

'76 born bomb lyricist

Evidence, got another sound mission

[Verse 12]

Yo, y'all, my shit is timeless

A clock with no hands, a hourglass with no sand

My lifespan's been written before anyone crossed the ribbon

Or started their path, but what I said just passed

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

To rise to occasions with 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 all flows in perfect border in sync

Total chaos, mass confusion

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

[Verse 13]

Platform, ultimate

Platform, ultimate

Platform, ultimate

Platform, ultimate

Platform, ultimate

Written by: D.A. Johnson, Jr., Erik Schrody, J. Green, J. Smith, Joey Chavez, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

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