Trouble (Eve Of Destruction) Songtext - Blackalicious

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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

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

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