Blackalicious

Blackalicious - Trouble (Eve Of Destruction) lyrics

{mc's are in..} [x2]

Ripping you to shitzo

Get you on your tiptoes

I'm a drama dropper stomping all up in your zipcode

Schizophrenic your panniced running from my epilogue

Rap is like an insect crushed that I be steppin on

Lethal weapon armed deafen all yall heads

Up to the point of where your nervous smoking pall mall grits

I'm coming at ya busting at ya like a sawed off bit

You feel the horror of the slaughter

Then your halued off wrecked

I'm breaking all yall necks in half flex

Know the mathmatic formulas of fury

Hey lets go the path of the terror dome zone dwellar

Never goin gold

Nigga better phone home

Tell them mail a chrome tombstone

Head up on a pedastal

A medical attention couldnt ever make it better from the metaphor of lynching

Now get up out the kitchen before you burn from the diction

With your head up in this bitch until you learn with conviction

I'm addicted to inflicting you with your self-doubt

Sticking the key to the ignition and I blow men down

Facillities belittle mc's

We killen 'em

Squeeze the mental trigger when i enter

Spittin venom with ease

Bring it

{mc's are in..} [x2]

Faster than a speeding bullet power of a BART train

Naturally the coolest when I'm rolling with my thought train

Fill me up with octane

Mentally are my brains coming down the chimeny slipping gifts up in your stocking

I came to win not just to play because I got game

Niggas playing hard and cant identify with my pain

Clean the hemoglobin off your sweater after I stain

Fit condition lyracisim like jack lalanne

My main point is to show you i'm the jizoint

Rappers never captitvate i d rather hear a pig oink

Pin point precision impairin yalls vision

A lyrical wizzical microphone magician

Pull a rabit out a hat and send him back to his habitat

Your buried in the pages of my rhyme flow avalanche

Put your smak down on your candy ass critics

The extravagant battle cat totallin your cadillac

Matter factly blackalicious in your factory

Fatter raps be bustin puss out your acne

Planned a wack scheme to attack me

Shattered that dream at a rapid ass speed black

Bring it back trouble

{mc's are in trouble} [x3]

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