Juxtaposed - The Grouch, EyeCue

Yo you know what man

Cool music

Grouch, Eyecue you know what I’m sayin'

Hobo Junction, Living Legends

Whatchu gonna do with that?

Whatchu gonna do with that?

You can’t give it back

I got a good side, I got a bad side too

My good side’s the I, the bad side’s the you

A righteous man, a nitrous hand

I peace with half a bible and a knife in hand

I got god and the devil pissed off, they want my wrist off

My style’s purgatory mixed with herb and gory

I got guns crossbred with books

I cock the page back just to confuse crooks

Diametrically opposed to I can’t die

I’m like a hog on the day you cry

Well I’m a simple man but I think complex too

A crusader for justice, pin the dirty work on you

My nerdy look is never seen they think I’m mean

I play it up to you, I’m underground but get the green

I want the sound clean from the house, get it?

I want the house and the cars and respect when I spit it

In effect I’m like a midget with wings

I won’t miss a thing

But you don’t know that I hide 'em like diamond rings

In rough hoods

I tried to be good

But I’m a bad motherfucker like Jules I wish you would

You wish you could but you can’t, I’m too much

T-W-O plus Eyecue that makes four

I got a good side

I got a bad side too

I tried to be good but I’m a bad mother fucker

I snapback like titanium bamboo

I wash brains like a gallon of shampoo

Erratic behavior

A sinner and a savior

Dirt hustling

Coming up clean opposites attract and I implode

What’s the code?

Infinite compounds and combinations that are juxtaposed

They can’t analyze, psycho

I’m alpha dog in discos

A betamax from an afro called the bio

Why should they even try bro?

They just doo-doo

Aquaman controlling the flow

Eyecue, look out 'cause now I’m busting with The Grouch

I don’t have an alias

Never been a crazy with schizophrenic tendencies

My entity morphs and warps and contorts at will

Try to cop a feel, hiphop made of steel

Soft and silent with the kill 'cause I wanna hear 'em squeal

My impressions just appeal

And if there’s more than one way to skin a cat I’m a dog

Like every other rapper on the west lighting the fog

I’m fighting the hog, but man I’m using this bacon

Igniting the log for now I’m freezing and shaking

Sleepers awaken, they don’t wanna but we make them

And they mother, from the gutter come great men