Lyric Cumin In Ya Ear
Chorus:
Comin in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)
Comin in ya ear with a mic
[Swayzack]
Ya better believe that I ll be dreamin of a black Chrismas
And at the top of my list is a fatspliff
And ya know it s a hoota of the Buddah blessed
True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest
And we rest because our cause speeds on its way
It s on our way, we re on our way, the S I G M A
So what do you say? What do you know? Where you like to go?
To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto
And what I mean is a speaker who can t see the light
He cooks his rhymes in a breaker puts em in a pipe
I m not the type, I m not the type, I say it one more time
I m not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine
[Madd]
I heard you wasn t down with these Philly mutherfuckers
Instead of Welches Grape you used some shit called Smuckers
Well knucker, I m here ta letyou know just what I think o that
To quotemy man Chico "Smooth move Ex-Lax"
Ya slippin tryin ta keep pace with the driver
But you can t even catch my saliva
>From drippin , I m spittin , all over you like Pippen
Scottie beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin
Like a tumbler, I m the rumbler, not Stevie but wonder
Not a stumbler or a blumbler over words that you can t understand
My man, 50 grand, shakin hands
If I had a bird brain last name... I d be Dan
[OaTie]
While I get mine ya bitin rhymes like a canine
Day nine in line welfare line time
A pro lifer is the piper that I d like ta uh
Roll a rolla roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion}
If it is the early morning dawn, I ll sing that song like Orlando
Tony, a white man, not a leader just a man too
Saying what ya can t do cause ya typed it in stereo
Like seeing a doughnut and calling it a Cheerio
Heroes and heroes and heroines
I m here ta rectify all the comins and goins
This moment in time is defined by ambiguity
Plausible denial, no trials is the beauty
Chorus
[Swayzack]
Draw the line because ya know the Jack-in-the-box will cross it
And just intime cause for your mind I think they said ya lost it
I said ya lost it, one more time, ya lost it!
Ya paid the cost for tryin to be somethin that you re not
A big shot but what ya got is a small spot
And you can get a lickety lick lick shot
Cause Jack-in-the-box is not drivin Mrs. Daisy
I get what I got but not from old white ladies (damn!)
So save that shady shit for somebody s Uncle Tom
I ain t related, ya hate it when I drop a bomb
[Madd]
Coo Coo ca chew I m the Goats who are you?
Grab the microphone and do that thing that you do
Ya call it rhymin , ha, that s so funny I forgot ta laugh
I made better sounds than thatcome out crack of my ass
On my first day, on my worst day, and even in my hearse day
You couldn t write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verse
Ta play with sorta sloppily but make sure you gives props to me
I don t play games so damn I hates Monopoly
I m the macho, hancho, nacho eatin
Like Tanto, I m yo, smooth as a motherfucker
[OaTie]
1 2 I m gettin ta be the who s who
Of the food for the thinkers I don t tinker with the winkers
Like I, Hop, I drop props at all hours
Like Psycho, I might go stab Duke in the shower
Doobie Doo Doobie Doo Scoobie Doo Doobie Da Yaaa!
Rhyme sayer, not a mayor, I don t pretend to be a player
Flava, I hope the dopes listen to Chief Seattle
He s not one for the battle or the paddle or the saddle
Like Lite Beer from Miller, it is and that s that
Like Rhyme beer from Killer, it s the shit and phat s phat
Spelled with a "P" just like in tel-tel-telephone
Livin in North Philly s a form of hell-hell-hell-hell a home... not
Chorus
*Shoutouts*
Comin in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)
Comin in ya ear with a mic
[Swayzack]
Ya better believe that I ll be dreamin of a black Chrismas
And at the top of my list is a fatspliff
And ya know it s a hoota of the Buddah blessed
True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest
And we rest because our cause speeds on its way
It s on our way, we re on our way, the S I G M A
So what do you say? What do you know? Where you like to go?
To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto
And what I mean is a speaker who can t see the light
He cooks his rhymes in a breaker puts em in a pipe
I m not the type, I m not the type, I say it one more time
I m not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine
[Madd]
I heard you wasn t down with these Philly mutherfuckers
Instead of Welches Grape you used some shit called Smuckers
Well knucker, I m here ta letyou know just what I think o that
To quotemy man Chico "Smooth move Ex-Lax"
Ya slippin tryin ta keep pace with the driver
But you can t even catch my saliva
>From drippin , I m spittin , all over you like Pippen
Scottie beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin
Like a tumbler, I m the rumbler, not Stevie but wonder
Not a stumbler or a blumbler over words that you can t understand
My man, 50 grand, shakin hands
If I had a bird brain last name... I d be Dan
[OaTie]
While I get mine ya bitin rhymes like a canine
Day nine in line welfare line time
A pro lifer is the piper that I d like ta uh
Roll a rolla roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion}
If it is the early morning dawn, I ll sing that song like Orlando
Tony, a white man, not a leader just a man too
Saying what ya can t do cause ya typed it in stereo
Like seeing a doughnut and calling it a Cheerio
Heroes and heroes and heroines
I m here ta rectify all the comins and goins
This moment in time is defined by ambiguity
Plausible denial, no trials is the beauty
Chorus
[Swayzack]
Draw the line because ya know the Jack-in-the-box will cross it
And just intime cause for your mind I think they said ya lost it
I said ya lost it, one more time, ya lost it!
Ya paid the cost for tryin to be somethin that you re not
A big shot but what ya got is a small spot
And you can get a lickety lick lick shot
Cause Jack-in-the-box is not drivin Mrs. Daisy
I get what I got but not from old white ladies (damn!)
So save that shady shit for somebody s Uncle Tom
I ain t related, ya hate it when I drop a bomb
[Madd]
Coo Coo ca chew I m the Goats who are you?
Grab the microphone and do that thing that you do
Ya call it rhymin , ha, that s so funny I forgot ta laugh
I made better sounds than thatcome out crack of my ass
On my first day, on my worst day, and even in my hearse day
You couldn t write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verse
Ta play with sorta sloppily but make sure you gives props to me
I don t play games so damn I hates Monopoly
I m the macho, hancho, nacho eatin
Like Tanto, I m yo, smooth as a motherfucker
[OaTie]
1 2 I m gettin ta be the who s who
Of the food for the thinkers I don t tinker with the winkers
Like I, Hop, I drop props at all hours
Like Psycho, I might go stab Duke in the shower
Doobie Doo Doobie Doo Scoobie Doo Doobie Da Yaaa!
Rhyme sayer, not a mayor, I don t pretend to be a player
Flava, I hope the dopes listen to Chief Seattle
He s not one for the battle or the paddle or the saddle
Like Lite Beer from Miller, it is and that s that
Like Rhyme beer from Killer, it s the shit and phat s phat
Spelled with a "P" just like in tel-tel-telephone
Livin in North Philly s a form of hell-hell-hell-hell a home... not
Chorus
*Shoutouts*
