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feat. Kazi Folienbeschriftung Schaufenster I Make your ears want to bleed Yo We Make your ears want to bleed Yo I Make your ears want to bleed Yo We Make your ears want to bleed Check it out West coast I Make your ears want to bleed
[Kazi] Climb into my mind yo I bet that you'll find Mad static yo you had it by the force in my rhymes I'm taking crews out By the numbers of two Kazi's on the microphone so what the hell you gonna do While I'm raping taken over your mind like klepto's Psychopathic brother with the style that cuts folks Must we dwell into ya freestyle past Ya making whack raps That make me Laugh at your crew because ya representing screwness Zero's and tops Percentage that your getting for filth of Hip Hop Ya never last Wont pass My ability to rip your Whack rhymes to shreds So now you gotta to give em What's up Ya still dissin we can go round for round No rematch relax I knocked you out first round Who holds the title Better say CDP We make the rhymes so fat they make your ears want to bleed
[Madlib] Suka I make your ears want to bleed When the Madlib's on the set yo all the brotha's take heed All the sista's boob their heads while they go hit that tree You superficial but I chew you like gristle Aint no ref to blow the whistle All the CDP whistle Now from cali on the way to Montre just to pack the bucks Get off that starship rush To rush Back in the days I get down with Shai On the phonograph when I kick the math my wrath Will make you want to keep your soul on the road When I hold the microphone you know I roll on my own
[Chorus] I Make your ears want to bleed Ha what We Make your ears want to bleed Say what I Make your ears want to bleed Ha We Make your ears want to bleed
[Kazi] But yo No need for all the dissin Just grab your head phone sets I'm taking crews on a mission To a state of oblivion No need for luggage Just a pen and a pad And some rhymes for extra leverage Turn off the lights Plug in the mics lets go For an ill session I'm letting off some depression Before I blow up In the state of Cali Never mind the criticize because me crew be LA Upon the top notch 95 CDP coming through To a crew near you so what you gonna do
[Madlib] We got the five thousand boomin watts I got so many beats you can slang them like rocks Wolfe backed the eight wit the never ending melody Down in masons galaxy and high off fidelity I switched that pitch with the vibe of therapy And come next with the ruggedness and plus the clarity I saw a brotha putting rhyme's on charity You missed the gong mixed up in a parody We got the styles for miles even upstairs Bust the vigorous Nigga's sus beware Chillin on the west cali side so run and hide Cause you're buggin and I'm shrugging to bust that pesticide World wide
We Make your ears want to bleed We Make your ears want to bleed I Make your ears want to bleed Yo We Make your ears want to bleed No doubt it's west coast in the house
