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Song Title: # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Dilated Peoples - Opinions May Vary Lyrics

"This is only a test. Broadcast, cable, satellite and wire lines
for residence in your area. Had this been an actual emergency,
the attention signal you just heard would've been followed
by emergency information or instructions. This is ONLY a test.
This is ONLY a test. This is ONLY a test.
We now return you to your regular programming."

[Oh No]
Aiyyo, pardon my French: fuck anybody not fuckin with this (Fuck 'em!!)
Start up the disc, a suicide, cut up your wrist (AHH~!!)
Like a cheap watch, your weed spot something like this
Local dime bags from some dirty nickel dime slicks
Dice shook with shady hands, why gamble that risk?
{*sniffs*} (Sniffie!) Dealing with feces, go examine that shit
Like man, you are sick, but you are not as sick as the niche
of these niggaz not even quarters but dying to get rich
Will lie to their clique, cheat, steal to survive in this bitch
Then fight with their chick and same time deny he a snitch
Then lie on his dick, but ain't nobody buying that shit!
They're just waiting to find 'em driving when they ride in their whip
Clyde with the dip, them ballers gonna fly when they hit
Defy gravity, super conductor from the slip
They all mad at me, ain't nothing y'all do from the rip
It's all strategy, you need a vacation to trip
It's Gang-RENE~!

[Chorus: DJ Babu cuts and scratches, all quotes by O.C.]
"The FUCK y'all thought?!"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Why ask why?" "Why ask why?"

[Rakaa Iriscience]
Existentialist in my temple; I shook the world
with Etch-a-Sketch force then sketched a masterpiece with a pencil
That's how lead fires, ink that black, crispy outlines
UFO, Ancient Aliens is how their head flies
With my red eyes, heavy squinting just to let light in
Learn the handshake, step right in
ATF, DEA wanna check my pen
It can stick a fiend's heart and jumpstart adrenaline
At minimum it's a spark, back yard like a National Park
Animal sightings, heavy lighting but the flashes are dark
Everyone's an expert until the classes start
Ask them who the best is then watch the clashes start
I'll smack animated stars out your head
With the Chaka Zulu, Sun Tzu strategy - one, two
Boom-bip, rescue the princess and jump the broomstick
Lunatic on that +Dark Side of the Moon+ shit


[The Alchemist]
Spray words and let the Krylon drip
Crowd surfing, bitches tugging on my jersey made the nylon rip
Dance over rhythms like a fly on shit
Keep the yarmulke diagonal, play the avenue
Rare verse like a 48-bar acapella feature from Mag-a-noo
with Timbo on a Bow Flex, the spliff that I finesse resemble Kotex
Hold down the West, Ferraris jet (..eeeYAHOW!)
My vision is slightly tinted due to the lens on the Cartie spec
(HAH~!) ODB face, elephant briefcase
Sweepstakes, I'm on the grill like Geno with the cheesesteaks (That's nice)
Stay with a pigeon like Reed Space
Cooking the freebase, hard to get it off my clothes
Take my jacket to the laundromat it still leaves a discrete trace
Camaro got metallic windows, leather finish without a pimple
Bitches swanging off the phallic symbol, lick off a shot thru the roof
Blow off a shingle, peel off bumping "Latin Lingo"


Question: "Are you number one?" Depends who you asking
"Who? Who? Who?," That's for owls in the Aspens
Why do rappers rap in past tense? It's veteran
They think De La Soul and David Letterman
That wasn't fact checked but I go off
Got a fat check, where's deep end, then dove off
Weekends were... down by the beaches blurred
They come and go but you never put a leash on a bird
You never know if you never go (..right)
Out of the zone where you're comfortable, where you come from?
(Yeah...) I sing the role of the unsung
Out the dungeons of rap where cats don't make it back and run from
I got a gun and arose to the world
I come undone, shooting all under the sun
I'm, gassing, stingers, Bulletproof wallets
Money on top of my heart if they want it, what!

Dilated Peoples lyrics