(feat. Kazi)



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