Artist: Analog Brothers Album: Pimp to Eat Song: Double Back Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Chorus: repeat 2X] Double back, bubble back, relax Sip the cognac, watch us chop wax like axe The team leaders, palm readers, mind readers To yolk MC's we be the, egg beaters (yo) [Silver Synth] Behold, the title holding trophy grip Assess internet access as computer chip Concentrating, on computating, calculating what's crammable, plus acclaimable, vintage flow be understandable, yet untameable, a wild thing Bumping, triple jumping, the heartbeat rhymeologist Steady pumping, compelling, propelling Accelerate like excelling, or gasoline I puzzle into wordplay for MC's in my mezzanine Lyrics exquisite, I mean fine cuisine With a slip of the pen, the track get hot like cayenne And amped like armageddeon, shreddin, water treaddin Insect MC beheadin, the lotus eater Watch the leader, publish thought like mind reader With linguistic intermix like egg beater, be the chariotier, future and yesteryear here World premier, relay rhyme like Paul Revere The trickle down theory in your stratosphere Plus the Einstein theory by Shakespeare in your ear [Chorus] - 1/2 [- unknown -] I part the crowd like the Red Sea, the deadly poisonous rap medley Feds wanna behead me, allege me to be the criminal What, subliminal crimes, handled with rhymes Fortified, with iron and minerals Street lockin from heat glock and reach prize to state of mind, object of the rhyme, pried from the time Drop it on your mind, men'll explode What plot unfold, like a glock unload Yeah paint a fatal picture, story untold Jewelry and gold, you can catch me tourin the globe With Moet, do this here, shit as far as it go Got to be more to gettin this, than cars and clothes Bars and hoes, only for glory, God and grove Mob shit, key in the ignition, car explode To the break of day, real niggaz is gon' make away Trapped in this game for a minute 'til we can break away [Chorus] [Ice Oscillator] If you can catch me, you could be me, try and see me I'll blind ya They'll never find ya, I clap hot caps from behind ya It's a cold world that's wet so my slugs burn when they enter Hit your major arteries, you're startin me to feel this Ice the Oscillator, gangland hood, the realest My bulletholes look like funnels, stuck the {?} pen in the Tunnel For some get real, nigga whattup, fuck that Word to God, if you fuck my whole crew bucks back And set the shit off, rock the clip off, knock your bitch off Get the Hennessy, screw the lid off, and drink Suck and fuck 'til my fuckin dick sit off And eat the pussy like I'm tryin to lick the fuckin clit off Yo, yo, yo [Chorus] - repeat to fade