What the Fuck Is This in My Eardrums? Lyrics

Hey yo I wake up first and eat a bowl of words for breakfast

A diverse conversion of rhymes from Houston Texas

I'm filling up my mind with multi-vitamins

I think it's about time I picked up the mic again

Don't get it confused I cruise through the neighborhood

I'm here to bring the boom bap back in any way I could

I spit my raps I got a backpack full of lyrics

I can write a verse so dope you couldn't hear it

It's been a long time coming I'm still having fun

I bring it heavy and my vinyl weighs a million tons

Turn the volume up some more, close the damn door

I'm selling beats out the car by the corner store

I hit the floor dropping beats with some heavy bass

I can relate to the tapes and my record crates

It's never fake, pop music makes me drop dead

It's gonna take more than that for me to nod my head

Hip Hop I can't stop writing on the walls

It will never fall, doing this for all of ya'll

Forget the law, I'm tagging up everywhere I go

My spray can is still full I'm never letting go

I let it flow let it blow out the windows

Here we go again spitting rhymes with my kinfolks

This is how it goes, doing this for ten years

It's getting clear, moving fast so I'm switching gears

There's no time to sit and wait, can't be running late

Staring at the clock tick-tocking to my heart rate

No hating is allowed when you write back

It's like that, ain't nobody got time for that

Way back when I started with my first rhyme

Rap was illegal, I committed the worst crime

Pay no mind to the artist with the pen and pad

I'm still writing out the lyrics that I never had

What the fuck is this in my eardrums?

I can't even think I can't hear none

What the fuck is this in my eardrums?

I can't even think I can't hear none

What the fuck is this in my eardrums?

I can't even think I can't hear none

What the fuck is this in my eardrums?

I can't even think yo

I'm really determined, I keep the heat burnin' for certain

I'm cooking beats and lyrics to get your feelings hurtin'

I'm steady workin' I'm closing the curtain in the kitchen

But listen a little this and that and let the sauce thicken

The clock is ticking I'm on a mission to serve cats

I heard that people been listening to absurd rap

A full attack on these whack brats fatalities

The battery has to be full rush the Calvary

Full metal alchemy, about to be the last drop

Should've-beens and has-nots collecting these cash crops

Last stop past the road blocks the shots fire back

Why is that? Straight up out the jungle with some wild cats

I highly doubt that you could come close to this

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I highly doubt that you could come close to this