Cumin' in Ya Ear-The Goats

Cumin' in Ya Ear (Explicit) - The Goats Written by：The Goats/J. D'Angelo/M. Stoyanoff/P. Shupe/W. Braveman/Williams/Joe Nicolo/Oatie Kato Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic Uh Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black christmas 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 I won't rest because our 'cause speeds on it's way It's on it's way we're on Our way the s I g m a So what do you say what do you Know where would you like to go To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto And what I mean is a weaker 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 I heard you wasn't down with these philly motherf**kers Instead of welches grape you used some sh*t called smuckers Well knucker I'm here ta let you Know just what I think o' that To quote my 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 fifty grand shakin' hands If I had a bird brain last name I'd be dan 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 up roll up roll on it 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 comin's and goin's This moment in time is defined by ambiguity Plausible denial no trials is the beauty Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic Draw the line because ya know the Jack in the box will 'cross it And just in time '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 something that you're not A big shot but what ya got is a small spot And you can get a lickety lick lick shot yeah '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 sh*t for somebody's uncle tom I ain't related ya hate it when I drop a bomb 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 That come 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 d*mn I hates monopoly I'm the macho hancho nacho eatin' Like tanto I'm yo smooth as a motherf**ker One two I'm gettin' the 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 sh*t 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 Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum a drum Comin' in ya ear with a mic