Cut Chemist Suite Lyrics
| Song | Cut Chemist Suite |
| Artist | Ozomatli |
| Album | Cut Chemist Suite |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Tuna the smoke-jumper, packin my oral cannon | |
| bustin from Okinawa, Japan to Laurel Canyon | |
| swallow flows, we turning like plush tires | |
| mellow intros lyrics be burning like brush fires | |
| spreading vocal leprosy, using discrepancy | |
| lyric weaponry lessens your chances of testing me | |
| stop and freeze m.c., I block atrocities | |
| true philosophies from the lips of black Socrates | |
| the pocket-penciler in your peninsula | |
| killing Dracula mc who bit from my vernacular | |
| I can back it. The ill scene we occupy | |
| no lullaby, got you high, when I rock a fly | |
| verse, for my people, let me breath slow | |
| give a heave-ho, and stimulate your cerebral | |
| system, Cut Chemist grip the fader | |
| Tuna the group debater | |
| we murder you duplicators | |
| cuz I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat | |
| and I'm blessed with a gift for rap | |
| They call me mister antagonistic, drastic | |
| comin from a place where these cops get their assed kicked | |
| the last trick unified was the cornerstone | |
| but now a lyric pistol to the dome is how we warn a clone | |
| born alone, the strength of god makes my mission higher | |
| they found a liar dead, strung up with fishin wire | |
| the mystifier packin vocal artillery | |
| makin lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery | |
| the cool in me, Il make your block turn on one rhyme | |
| electrifyin like some nocturnal sunshine | |
| the planetary pioneer and his mixer | |
| Cut Chemist, Chali 2na spittin scriptures | |
| paintin pictures, even sisters adapt cuz | |
| we take it back like chiropractors | |
| actors on wax make worse for real mc's who worth your while | |
| so they search for me | |
| cuz I'm an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat | |
| and I'm blessed with a gift for rap |
| Tuna the smokejumper, packin my oral cannon | |
| bustin from Okinawa, Japan to Laurel Canyon | |
| swallow flows, we turning like plush tires | |
| mellow intros lyrics be burning like brush fires | |
| spreading vocal leprosy, using discrepancy | |
| lyric weaponry lessens your chances of testing me | |
| stop and freeze m. c., I block atrocities | |
| true philosophies from the lips of black Socrates | |
| the pocketpenciler in your peninsula | |
| killing Dracula mc who bit from my vernacular | |
| I can back it. The ill scene we occupy | |
| no lullaby, got you high, when I rock a fly | |
| verse, for my people, let me breath slow | |
| give a heaveho, and stimulate your cerebral | |
| system, Cut Chemist grip the fader | |
| Tuna the group debater | |
| we murder you duplicators | |
| cuz I' m an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat | |
| and I' m blessed with a gift for rap | |
| They call me mister antagonistic, drastic | |
| comin from a place where these cops get their assed kicked | |
| the last trick unified was the cornerstone | |
| but now a lyric pistol to the dome is how we warn a clone | |
| born alone, the strength of god makes my mission higher | |
| they found a liar dead, strung up with fishin wire | |
| the mystifier packin vocal artillery | |
| makin lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery | |
| the cool in me, I l make your block turn on one rhyme | |
| electrifyin like some nocturnal sunshine | |
| the planetary pioneer and his mixer | |
| Cut Chemist, Chali 2na spittin scriptures | |
| paintin pictures, even sisters adapt cuz | |
| we take it back like chiropractors | |
| actors on wax make worse for real mc' s who worth your while | |
| so they search for me | |
| cuz I' m an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat | |
| and I' m blessed with a gift for rap |
| Tuna the smokejumper, packin my oral cannon | |
| bustin from Okinawa, Japan to Laurel Canyon | |
| swallow flows, we turning like plush tires | |
| mellow intros lyrics be burning like brush fires | |
| spreading vocal leprosy, using discrepancy | |
| lyric weaponry lessens your chances of testing me | |
| stop and freeze m. c., I block atrocities | |
| true philosophies from the lips of black Socrates | |
| the pocketpenciler in your peninsula | |
| killing Dracula mc who bit from my vernacular | |
| I can back it. The ill scene we occupy | |
| no lullaby, got you high, when I rock a fly | |
| verse, for my people, let me breath slow | |
| give a heaveho, and stimulate your cerebral | |
| system, Cut Chemist grip the fader | |
| Tuna the group debater | |
| we murder you duplicators | |
| cuz I' m an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat | |
| and I' m blessed with a gift for rap | |
| They call me mister antagonistic, drastic | |
| comin from a place where these cops get their assed kicked | |
| the last trick unified was the cornerstone | |
| but now a lyric pistol to the dome is how we warn a clone | |
| born alone, the strength of god makes my mission higher | |
| they found a liar dead, strung up with fishin wire | |
| the mystifier packin vocal artillery | |
| makin lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery | |
| the cool in me, I l make your block turn on one rhyme | |
| electrifyin like some nocturnal sunshine | |
| the planetary pioneer and his mixer | |
| Cut Chemist, Chali 2na spittin scriptures | |
| paintin pictures, even sisters adapt cuz | |
| we take it back like chiropractors | |
| actors on wax make worse for real mc' s who worth your while | |
| so they search for me | |
| cuz I' m an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat | |
| and I' m blessed with a gift for rap |
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