Itchy Eye Gang

'Kay
The way I'm dropping this
You'd think I was a novelist
I'm putting the pen to paper, ink is flowing like an octopus
The rhymes I write are heavy like a hungry hippopotamus -
Bottomless and ominous
And coupled up with this beat that is the rottenest
Phlebotomist - the way I get your blood pumping off of this
It's obvious - the level that we're on is not homogeneous
I differentiate between the two like a dichotomist
It's north and south, or what I mean to say is polar opposites
I'm bopping this - windows rolled down through your metropolis
Disturbing the peace of your shopping malls and offices
Who's that kid that's looking kind of retro like a floppy disk,
And whipping in that Buick, flexing on them like some hockey sticks?
Composite
I've got no tint - it's hard to stay anonymous (Uh)
This stuff is so anomalous
Often this genre is synonymous with awfulness
Accomplished in obnoxiousness, atrociousness, and thoughtlessness
But not with this - I'm trying to keep it true to my Papa's wish
So I don't mess around with the former like some accomplices
No, I don't mess around - you could say my game's monogamous
I'm sticking to my promises - tell me, do you copy this?
Straying from the compasses when walking in my moccasins
If you could jaunt a block in them, you might call a chiropodist
Soon caucuses in politics will claim that this is lawlessness
And get together plotting just how they can put a stop to this
Because I'm knocking them dead - leaving coffins of carcasses
And anyone who's left - I'm taking them for some hostages
It's like I'm seeing red - I don't know what the problem is
And I'm breaking some bread, and making links like sausages
What's the word? I'm taking flight, just like some rocket ships
I'm the big bird - catch me flocking with the ostriches
I'm coughing up this awesomeness; might need to pop some lozenges
And popping off these hottest hits, like teenie-boppers popping zits (Uh)
Spitting fire - burning up my esophagus
The Golden Orator - I'm the hip-hop Chrysologus
Ensuring that these bars are hard, and not monotonous
On the grind, not any kind of slothfulness
Until I taste the fruits of my labours; I'm so carpophagous
I need to get these words heard, just like Barnabas
The question that I've gotten is, "who are you often mobbing with?"

Itchy Eye Gang, Itchy Eye Gang (Yeah)
Itchy Eye Gang
Itchy Eye Gang, Itchy Eye Gang (Yeah)
Itchy Eye Gang
Itchy Eye Gang, Itchy Eye Gang
Say the right name, quick as lightning
Itchy Eye Gang
Rolling like a night train
Heavy on the right brain
Spitting like a light rain
Itchy Eye Gang
Itchy Eye Gang, Itchy Eye Gang
Say the right name, quick as lightning
Itchy Eye Gang
Rolling like a night train
Heavy on the right brain
Spitting like a light rain
Itchy Eye Gang. Gang.
Itchy Eye Gang? Gang.
Itchy Eye Gang. Gang.
Itchy Eye Gang? Gang.
Itchy Eye Gang. Gang.