Goats Cumin In Ya Ear Lyrics

Cumin In Ya Ear Lyrics

Chorus:  

 Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)  

 Comin' in ya ear with a mic  

  

 [Swayzack]  

 Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black Chrismas  

 And at the top of my list is a fatspliff  

 And ya know it's a hoota of the Buddah blessed  

 True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest  

 And we rest because our cause speeds on its way  

 It's on our way, we're on our way, the S I G M A  

 So what do you say? What do you know? Where you like to go?  

 To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto  

 And what I mean is a speaker who can't see the light  

 He cooks his rhymes in a breaker puts 'em in a pipe  

 I'm not the type, I'm not the type, I say it one more time  

 I'm not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine  

  

 [Madd]  

 I heard you wasn't down with these Philly mutherfuckers  

 Instead of Welches Grape you used some shit called Smuckers  

 Well knucker, I'm here ta letyou know just what I think o' that  

 To quotemy man Chico "Smooth move Ex-Lax"  

 Ya slippin' tryin' ta keep pace with the driver  

 But you can't even catch my saliva  

 <>From drippin', I'm spittin', all over you like Pippen  

 Scottie beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin'  

 Like a tumbler, I'm the rumbler, not Stevie but wonder  

 Not a stumbler or a blumbler over words that you can't understand  

 My man, 50 grand, shakin' hands  

 If I had a bird brain last name... I'd be Dan  

  

 [OaTie]  

 While I get mine ya bitin' rhymes like a canine  

 Day nine in line welfare line time  

 A pro lifer is the piper that I'd like ta uh  

 Roll a rolla roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion}  

 If it is the early morning dawn, I'll sing that song like Orlando  

 Tony, a white man, not a leader just a man too  

 Saying what ya can't do cause ya typed it in stereo  

 Like seeing a doughnut and calling it a Cheerio  

 Heroes and heroes and heroines  

 I'm here ta rectify all the comins and goins  

 This moment in time is defined by ambiguity  

 Plausible denial, no trials is the beauty  

  

 Chorus  

  

 [Swayzack]  

 Draw the line because ya know the Jack-in-the-box will cross it  

 And just intime cause for your mind I think they said ya lost it  

 I said ya lost it, one more time, ya lost it!  

 Ya paid the cost for tryin' to be somethin' that you're not  

 A big shot but what ya got is a small spot  

 And you can get a lickety lick lick shot  

 Cause Jack-in-the-box is not drivin' Mrs. Daisy  

 I get what I got but not from old white ladies (damn!)  

 So save that shady shit for somebody's Uncle Tom  

 I ain't related, ya hate it when I drop a bomb  

  

 [Madd]  

 Coo Coo ca chew I'm the Goats who are you?  

 Grab the microphone and do that thing that you do  

 Ya call it rhymin', ha, that's so funny I forgot ta laugh  

 I made better sounds than thatcome out crack of my ass  

 On my first day, on my worst day, and even in my hearse day  

 You couldn't write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verse  

 Ta play with sorta sloppily but make sure you gives props to me  

 I don't play games so damn I hates Monopoly  

 I'm the macho, hancho, nacho eatin'  

 Like Tanto, I'm yo, smooth as a motherfucker  

  

 [OaTie]  

 1 2 I'm gettin' ta be the who's who  

 Of the food for the thinkers I don't tinker with the winkers  

 Like I, Hop, I drop props at all hours  

 Like Psycho, I might go stab Duke in the shower  

 Doobie Doo Doobie Doo Scoobie Doo Doobie Da Yaaa!  

 Rhyme sayer, not a mayor, I don't pretend to be a player  

 Flava, I hope the dopes listen to Chief Seattle  

 He's not one for the battle or the paddle or the saddle  

 Like Lite Beer from Miller, it is and that's that  

 Like Rhyme beer from Killer, it's the shit and phat's phat  

 Spelled with a "P" just like in tel-tel-telephone  

 Livin' in North Philly's a form of hell-hell-hell-hell a home... not  

  

 Chorus  

  

 *Shoutouts