Part Six

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 1: 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

Kaz' is on the microphone, so what the hell you gonna do, 

While I'm raping, takin' over your mind like klepto's?

A psychopathic brother with the style that cuts folks

Must we dwell into ya freestyle past?

Ya making wack raps

That make me just laugh at your crew

Because ya represеnting screwness

Zero's your tops – pеrcentage that you'd get it in for that filth of Hip-Hop

Ya never last, won't pass

My ability to rip your

Wack rhymes to shreds, 

So now you gotta to give up – 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 "C.D.P."

We make the rhymes so phat they make your ears want to bleed

[Madlib]

Huh! Sucka – 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 bob their heads while they go hit that tree

You superficial, but I chew you like gristle

Ain't no ref to blow the whistle

Launch a CDP missile – ha

Live from Cali all the the way to Montreaux, to pack the bucks

So get off that slush and rush (To the brush)

Back in the days, like you were down with Shai

On the phonograph when I kick the math, my wrath (That's right)

Will make you want to keep your soul on the road

When I hold the microphone, you know I'm all on my own

[Chorus: Kazi]

Yo – we make your ears want to bleed

Yo – I make your ears want to bleed

Yo – we make your ears want to bleed

No doubt... it's West Coast... all up in the house