Chops - Optometry lyrics

[Verse One:Styles Infinite] These three guys supply minds with triglycerides to magnify your eyesight I devise tight flow to sideswipe foes Slowpokes with high hopes get broken egos If your rhymes are dime find the minds of spoken c-notes I seek and dispose of peeps with no souls My own zone leaks the gold tone for gnomes cold splurging Over homegrown beats I'll stick it tighter than a virgin Emerging with the fatter tracks the cataract surgeon [Chops] Purging the average wack words and phrases with the battleaxe My thinking burns and blazes like Mad Max Beyond Thunder my Dome is enlightening Coming strong from underground, writing until it sounds tight Chops, gods wanna fight, fight me not Likely I'll Drop your Squad like Spike Lee You're fraudulent, bite me See this bro even slightly, not quite But we got a P.O. box so you can write me Fan letters I heat it up better than damn sweaters Veteran status [?] phat a wanna be You know my troop will flow like the [?] My vision is quintuple, I'll take you as my pupil [Hook] Who's the next nominee for some optometry? We drop rhymes to beats Open your eyes, open your eyes [Verse Two: Peril-L] Just thinking out loud so let it sink in unless you're blinking The third eye, you heard why words fly With the best stinking raps on this side of the map And b**hes finally decided to clap As ill beats and rhymes collide and collapsing crews Perhaps when you lose, defeated, realize Recognize the triad, can't be depleted sk** wise Second tries are useless, sipping juices No Guinness stout, lyrics spitting 'em out No contest we win the bout [Styles Infinite] I send out shouts to my Mountain Bros, projection sounds thicker Then chick sips at Freakniks so hope you get the picture Pick of the litter, I solicit digits from b**hes If it's an Asian than I'ma hit her, Styles will get down like midgets Got the sick kids illing in the house like Warren G Only time the freaks can see me is when I'm starring in their dreams Scaring, retarded artists when I [?] [?] know you're loving My sh** gets tighter than them Isotoner gloves fit Holmes I'm nicer, the rice meister in tones I'm fed up, sho' nuff with so-so poems The dead zone You're nearing it and I ain't hearing it like Colby headphones On my nuts you can't hang so won't you let go? [Hook] [Verse Three: Chops] For true heads I got tales, my rhymes is cryptic I'm up and coming like a stiff dick, Asian Pacific American, so Bare Witness like Harrison I change around you clowns chromosomes Till you get Wanna-Be-Down Syndrome I get's behind like slow cla** Slimy's seem to dig me even if I'm skinny and got no a** I'm clocking cold cash so chill Money You can't make a mountain from a hill sonny It's real not bragging [Peril-L] With tan flesh I manifest, the man is fresh Not from concentrate Dumb nonsense, I hate the truths some contemplate Ain't trying to wait, I possess the power to speak it Louder, techniques get crazier Amazing how I freak sh** It's secret like a tool hidden in the birdcage Read the words on the page No bullsh**ting, I'm the third sage of wise men We fight since, major lies been told Eyes unfold, recite from page five in the scroll Arrive with the soul of ten men while I'm casting spells On weak MC's, gasp and yell as they bask in Hell Ask yourselves what's the purpose if they became The greatest mimics using latest gimmicks for a day of fame [Hook]