Vocal Artillery

Oh yeah, party people

Here we go

Party people, rock the house

Ya'll want some more?

Ya'll want some more?

Let me hear ya say 'yeah'

Let me hear ya say 'hell yeah'

Tuna the smoke-jumper, packing my oral cannon

Bustin from Okinawa, Japan to Laurel Canyon

Swallow flows, we turning like plush tires

Mellow intros lyrics be burning like brush fires

Spreading vocal leprosy, using discrepancy

Lyric weaponry lessens your chances of testing me

Stop and freeze MC's, I block atrocities

True philosophies from the lips of black Socrates

The pocket-penciler in your peninsula

Killing Dracula MC's who bit from my vernacular

I can back it

The ill scene we occupy

No lullaby, got you high, when I rock a fly

Verse, for my people, let me breath slow

Give a heave-ho, and stimulate your cerebral

System, Cut Chemist grip the fader

With Tuna the group debater

We murder you duplicators

'Cause I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat

And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that

'Cause I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat

And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that

They call me Mister Antagonistic, drastic

Coming from a place where these cops get their assed kicked

The last trick unified was the cornerstone

But now a lyric pistol to the dome is how we warn a clone

Born alone, the strength of God makes my mission higher

They found a liar dead, strung up with fishin' wire

The mystifier packin vocal artillery

Making lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery

The cool in me, I'll make your block turn on one rhyme

Electrifying like some nocturnal sunshine

The planetary pioneer and his mixer

Cut Chemist, Chali Tuna spittin' scriptures

Painting pictures, even sisters adapt 'cause

We take it back like chiropractors

Actors on wax make worse for real MC's

Who worth your while so they search for me

'Cause I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat

And I'm blessed with a gift of rap, it's like that