Cut chemist suite lyrics

Artist  : Ozomatli 
Song : Cut chemist suite
 

Ah yea party people,
Here we go.

(8x)
Party people,
Rocks da house.

Ya`ll want some more?
Ya`ll want some more?
If y`all want some more,
Let me here you say Yea!
Let me here you say hell yea! Hell yea....

(12x)
Party People,
Rocks da house.

Yo. 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.`s, I block atrocities.
True philosophies from the lips of black
Socrates.
The pocket-penciler in your peninsula,
killing Dracula m.c.`s 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
with Tuna the group debater
we murder you duplicators,
`cuz I`m an aristocrat, ghetto diplomat,
and I`m blessed with the gift for rap.
It`s like that.

Rocks da house....

I, the aristocrat, ghetto diplomat,
and I`m blessed with the gift for rap.
It`s like that.

Rocks da house....

Yo. They call me Mister Antagonistic, drastic.
Comin` from a place where these cops get their
ass kicked.
The last trick unified was the cornerstone.
A lyric pistol to the dome is how we warn a
clone.
Born alone, the strength of god makes my mission
higher.
They found the liar dead, strung up with fishin
wire.
The mystifier packin` vocal artillery,
makin lovely word connections like Chuck Woolery.
The cool in me, I`ll make your block turn on one
rhyme.
Electrifyin` like some nocturnal sunshine.
The planetary pioneer and his mixer,
(Cut Chemist.) Chali tuna spittin scriptures,
paintin pictures. Even sisters adapt `cuz
we take it back like chiropractors.
Fuckin` actors on wax make worse for real mc`s
who worth your while
and so they search for me,
the aristocrat, ghetto diplomat,
and I`m blessed with the gift for rap.
It`s like that.

Rocks da house...

I, the aristocrat, ghetto diplomat
and I`m blessed with the gift for rap
It`s like that.

Rocks da house...

Should I let, should I let....
Aha. One two, one, two, check it, 
Yo. Should I let ya know,
Should I mention that you lost a vital part of
your body
In competion with the T to the U N Ah, the bread
winner,
lyrical lead spinner, that`s hittin` you dead
center.

(2x)
I the aristocrat, ghetto diplomat,
and I`m blessed with the gift for rap.
Its like that.
Rocks da house...

Yo, yo. It`s like that y`all, It`s like that.
Everybody out there y`all, it`s like that.
My name is tuna fish, y`all. It`s like that.
And we are Ozomatli. It`s like that. Yo.

I the aristocrat, ghetto diplomat,
and I`m blessed with the gift for rap.
Its like that.