Tekster: Dilated Peoples. The Platform. Ear Drums Pop.

Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop

I got 61 keys with delays
I?m overly 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 voice box
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 Babs sets up shop to make your
(Eardrums pop)

Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop

The DJ's 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

Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
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