[Chorus: Kazi]
I make your ears want to bleed
Yo – we make your ears want to bleed
Yo – I make your ears want to bleed
Yo – we make your ears want to bleed

Check it out
West Coast
I make your ears want to bleed

[Verse 1: Kazi]
Climb into my mind, yo, I bet that you'll find
Mad static yo, you had it by the force in my rhymes
I'm taking crews out, by the numbers of two
Kaz' is on the microphone, so what the hell you gonna do, 
While I'm raping, takin' over your mind like klepto's?
A psychopathic brother with the style that cuts folks
Must we dwell into ya freestyle past?
Ya making wack raps
That make me just laugh at your crew
Because ya represеnting screwness
Zero's your tops – pеrcentage that you'd get it in for that filth of Hip-Hop
Ya never last, won't pass
My ability to rip your
Wack rhymes to shreds, 
So now you gotta to give up – what's up?
Ya still dissin'? We can go round for round
No rematch, relax - I knocked you out first round
Who holds the title?
Better say "C.D.P."
We make the rhymes so phat they make your ears want to bleed
[Madlib]
Huh! Sucka – I make your ears want to bleed
When the Madlib's on the set, yo, all the brotha's take heed
All the sista's bob their heads while they go hit that tree
You superficial, but I chew you like gristle
Ain't no ref to blow the whistle
Launch a CDP missile – ha
Live from Cali all the the way to Montreaux, to pack the bucks
So get off that slush and rush (To the brush)
Back in the days, like you were down with Shai
On the phonograph when I kick the math, my wrath (That's right)
Will make you want to keep your soul on the road
When I hold the microphone, you know I'm all on my own

[Chorus: Kazi]
Yo – we make your ears want to bleed
Yo – I make your ears want to bleed
Yo – we make your ears want to bleed

No doubt... it's West Coast... all up in the house