Soundbombing

My man.. he said.. could he create a soundbomb?

Say, that's a good question...

[Scratches: DJ Baby]

* "Evidence, I'm bringin it" *

"Rakka, Iri-science, rapid-fire how I transmit *

* We got CaTash with that West Coast rhymin, bombin'... *

Yes, I can.. yes, I can.. (Set it off)

[Evidence]

Most want what they don't have, especially in this game

But on the other side of the rainbow, yo, shit's exactly the same

I aim one eye closed, so now you've been exposed

To my scope, an infrared target, at night you glow

Got the chance, took it; "Hype tape"—that's what they tellin' me

Soundbombing in stereophonic audio fidelity

Flows get took, a simple plan, best-sellin' book

And people in the clutch open they mouth too much

I drop bars so hard, the code explodes

And bells ring like Don King fights ain't worth the dough

Sounds from tones and licks from Quincy Jones

Backdrop, my microphone so I can chop down clones (Chop!)

I pull, expand, boom-bap, no hi-hats

To hide behind the fact your wack vocal's off track

Droppin verses like this, a pleasure for me to do

Signin' off, Dilated Platform, J-Rocc and Babu

[Iriscience]

It's the return of Iri-stealth, the intelligence plane

I'm picked up by radar, but too late, here comes the rain (Rrrah!)

I make you feel wingtip audiomatics

I travel the map to any part of the planet

Now, word on the street is y'all suckers want static

Since most kids are spoiled these days, I let 'em have it

Land on stage, I see the mic and I grab it

Get the crowd moving side to side, like I panned it

Had to multiply my crew (Well, that's math)

Subtract or divide your crew (Well, that's wrath)

What I put inside the bleeds? (Oh, that's hash)

Oh, you want a new dick to ride? (Go ask Tash)

For the DJs, I keep a microphone in my palm

And for the people, paranoia's a weapon, so stay calm

For the toys, I take flight again for Soundbombing

"One-Nine-Nine-Nine" like Sadat X and Common

[Tash]

Ahh, CaTashTra – the gunner from the crew that drunk the beer up (Ugh)

Keep your distance from my mic, this Alki style'll fuck your ear up

But cheer up! That's the way the bottle spills (Ugh)

DJ's, they think I'm shady, 'cause they know I steal they wheels (Ugh)

'Cause Tash kick the real, kick it with niggas with no deals (Ahh)

Y'all fools ain't got no skills, y'all need to peep my homey Phil

Peep the Barbershop (Ah), peep Defari while you at it

DJ J.Rocc, Babu, and Rhettmatic (Ugh)

'Cause that's the type of shit CaTash' be pumpin in the Volvo

Where homies hittin' me up, like, "Nigga ,what's up with that solo?"

I tell 'em that the object of my whole project (Ayo)

Is mic domination, so it takes concentration

Peep what I'm facing (What?), facing R&B the guns

Are you in it with the heart, or are you in it for the funds?

'Cause Tash got the style that's dangerous as mountain climbin'

(Yo, what you doing to 'em, Tash?) Right now, I'm soundbombing