Chief Xcel - Trouble (Eve of Destruction) lyrics

[Hook] Trouble, what trouble Trouble, what trouble Emcees are in Trouble, what trouble Trouble, what trouble [Verse 1] Ripping you to sh**zo Get you on your tiptoes I'm a drama dropper stomping all up in your zipcode Schizophrenic your panicked running from my epilogue Rap is like an insect, crushed, that I be steppin' on Lethal weapon armed deafen all y'all heads Up to the point of where your nervous smoking pall mall 'grettes I'm coming at ya busting at ya like a sawed off bit You feel the horror of the slaughter Then your halued off wrecked I'm breaking all yall necks in half flex Know the mathmatic formulas of fury Hey lets go the path of the terror dome zone dweller Never goin gold n***a better phone home Tell them mail a chrome tombstone Head up on a pedastal A medical attention couldn't ever make it better from the metaphor of lynching Now get up out the kitchen before you burn from the diction With your head up in the stitches until you learn with conviction I'm addicted to inflicting you with your self-doubt Sticking the key to the ignition and I blow, melt down Facillities belittle mc's We k**in' 'em Squeeze the mental trigger when I enter Spittin venom with ease Bring it [Hook] Trouble, what trouble Emcees are in Trouble, what trouble Trouble, what trouble Emcees are in Trouble, what trouble Faster than a speeding bullet power of a BART train Naturally the coolest when I'm rolling with my thought train Fill me up with octane Mentally are my brains coming down the chimney slipping gifts up in your stocking I came to win not just to play because I got game n***as playing hard and can't identify with my pain Clean the hemoglobin off your sweater after I stain Fit condition lyricism like Jack LaLanne My main point is just to show you I'm the jizoint Rappers never captivate I'd rather hear a pig oink Pin point precision impairin y'all's vision A lyrical whizzical microphone magician Pull a rabbit out a hat and send him back to his habitat Your buried in the pages of my rhyme flow avalanche Put your smack down on your candy a** critics The extravagant battle cat totallin' your cadillac Matter factly Blackalicious in your factory Fatter raps be bustin' puss out your acne Planned a wack scheme to attack me Shattered that dream at a rapid a** speed, black Bring it back trouble [Hook] Trouble, what trouble Emcees are in Trouble, what trouble Emcees are in Trouble, what trouble Emcees are in Trouble, what trouble