Yeah, yeah,

9, 10, 11, 12,

Yo, usually,

We do it like this,

The Suspects

Scapegoat Wax

Uh, coming through like a T-Rex,

Check, check,

Yo yo



MCs smack their heads on brick

And publicly pelt themselves with rocks

And put their feet on dry ice blocks

This one's the knock, knock knocking

On your nose bridge

Poking at your eyelids

With the soul kids from where I live

Everybody's smiling big as Regis

And time froze like fetus

A guitarist took a time machine and cloned baby Jesus

And made an MC like me (what, what?)

Who came to conquer everything

Within the breeze, man, woman, disease - please,

You looking at me in a dumb and funny way

But come to find out your crew

Was some 12-year-old runaways

Mentally I am of the 23rd Century

Technically microphones and drums are my specialty

Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes

I'm stomping through the streets rapping (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah)

While you're marching for dimes

It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon

Sports trivia: Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins?

Georgia Tech Yellowjackets

Iller by the millisecond

I be kicking like Tekken

Check out my record collection

It's kind of fat

This is why I rap like that

I be oozing out the funk

Like a case of the clap



CHORUS:

{Here is something you can't run from

So stop look and listen

You take your position

We do it like this son

The illest prescription

A lyric incision

Into you eardrum} -- X2



THE SUSPECTS:

Natural mystic blowing through the air

Hey is you smoking something there?

Contraire, mon frere

Cause in my verbal contract to give niggas instant convulsions

Experience eternal seizures

Tongue got you chokin'

Rollin' down your throat, and...

And leaving you to believe

That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease

We'll never freeze

Even at the point of a handgun

Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random

Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom

Thinkin' they handsome

Stick they family for all they own

And some

My life is based on tantrum

Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'?

You know

Fuck a platinum

Finagler philosophy

Y'all player haters

Ain't understanding my verbocity

Constantly

Off lots of weed

It costs to be

The boss don't take a loss

No double-cross hater back off of me

Feel animosity

In high velocity

Both prodigies



CHORUS



Your ears are rung

My noise is like a thousand voices

Until I'm done

My words will shine through all distortion

I'm here intact

We're gonna get this thing together

And when it cracks

I'm gonna bet you that

You and everybody else surrenders



CHORUS