Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dilated Peoples
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joey Chavez
Composer
Michael Perretta
Composer
J. Green
Composer
D.A. Johnson, Jr.
Composer
Erik Schrody
Composer
J. Smith
Composer
Rakaa Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S. Freehill
Engineer
Evidence
Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Pop, pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Eardrums pop, watch your eardrums pop
[Verse 2]
Watch your ear, watch your ear
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Pop, pop, pop
[Verse 3]
61 keys with delays
I'm vocally blown, but never thrown into the maze
With no amp, I found my way out the first time round
Then, never went back without my bloodhound
I vow to hit the beat right
The crowd? Light 'em up, so I don't see night
Mark the spot with the X, people in debt
Make promises with beats on diskettes
[Verse 4]
Yo, you feelin' him yet?
Then make some noise with your voicebox
One word, four syllables, unorthodox
Describes my style best, I attack, never rest
'Cause in my sleep, a metronome, cluck beats on my chest
Till I wake, shit, automate my mix
Total control of where my highs and kicks should fit
You don't stop, till executed the plot
While Babs sets up shop to make your eardrums pop
[Verse 5]
Pop, watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop, pop, pop
Watch your ear, your ear
Your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop, pop, pop
Watch your ear, watch your ear
Watch your eardrums pop
[Verse 6]
Dilated
Dilated Peoples
Dilated, y'all
Got this rap shit poppin'
[Verse 7]
The DJ in effect, keep holdin' it down
Dilated, we're correctly holdin' the crown
Plus, we keep a set of keys to that golden sound
It's that shit you bump loud when you roll in the town
It's the art of showdowns, I'm quick to show clowns
I bring it like, "Sucker, where's your threshold now?"
His life under pressure in the eye of the storm
To find the root, I take it to the hive of the swarm
[Verse 8]
I execute like Grandmaster Roc Raida
Congratulations, brother, you swingin' a hot fader
From LA, I spit rocks sedated that leave craters
Some are less than, some equal, but none greater
Duckin' gunplay, I'm lovin' the sun rays
Used to party Friday, Saturday, and pray on Sunday
But I figured out in life that there's more than one way
That's why I'm doin' things I always knew I'd do one day
I've seen many lands and tasted the best crop
I witnessed many cultures expressed through hip hop
I'm buildin with that science that De La dropped
That means it might blow up, but it won't go pop
[Verse 9]
Watch your ear, your ear, your eardrums pop
Watch your ear, eardrums pop, pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop, pop, pop
Watch your eardrums pop
Watch your eardrums pop, pop, pop
Eardrums pop
Watch your ear, ear, eardrums pop
[Verse 10]
Watch your eardrums pop
Written by: D.A. Johnson, Jr., Erik Schrody, J. Green, J. Smith, Joey Chavez, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor