Vocal Artillery - Ozomatli, Medusa, Kanetic Source

Hey yea party people,

Here we go Party People,

Rasta house.

Ya’ll want some more?

If y’all want some more

Let me here you say Yea.

Hell yea, Hell yea…

Party People,

Rasta house.

Tuna the smoke-jumper, packin 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 m.

c, I block atrocities

true philosophies from the lips of black Socrates

the pocket-penciler in your peninsula

killing Dracula mc 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

Tuna the group debater

we murder you duplicators

Cuz I’m an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat

and I’m blessed with a gift for rap

Its like that

They call me mister antagonistic, drastic

comin 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

makin lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery

the cool in me, I’ll make your block turn on one rhyme

electrifyin like some nocturnal sunshine

the planetary pioneer and his mixer

Cut Chemist, Chali tuna spittin scriptures

paintin pictures, even sisters adapt cuz

we take it back like chiropractors

actors on wax make worse for real mc’s who worth your while

so they search for me the an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat

and I’m blessed with a gift for rap

Its like that

I the aristocrat, ghetto diplomat