Lyrics:

Samples Bar-Kay’s “Smiling, Styling and Profiling.”My man.. he said.. could he create a soundbomb?
Say, that's a good question...

* 'Evidence, I'm bringin it' *
'Rakka, Iri-science, rapid-fire how I transmit *
* We got CaTash with that West Coast rhymin, bombin'... *
Yes, I can.. yes, I can.. (Set it off)

Most want what they don't have, especially in this game
But on the other side of the rainbow, yo, shit's exactly the same
I aim one eye closed, so now you've been exposed
To my scope, an infrared target, at night you glow
Got the chance, took it; 'Hype tape'—that's what they tellin' me
Soundbombing in stereophonic audio fidelity
Flows get took, a simple plan, best-sellin' book
And people in the clutch open they mouth too much
I drop bars so hard, the code explodes
And bells ring like Don King fights ain't worth the dough
Sounds from tones and licks from Quincy Jones
Backdrop, my microphone so I can chop down clones (Chop!)
I pull, expand, boom-bap, no hi-hats
To hide behind the fact your wack vocal's off track
Droppin verses like this, a pleasure for me to do
Signin' off, Dilated Platform, J-Rocc and Babu

It's the return of Iri-stealth, the intelligence plane
I'm picked up by radar, but too late, here comes the rain (Rrrah!)
I make you feel wingtip audiomatics
I travel the map to any part of the planet
Now, word on the street is y'all suckers want static
Since most kids are spoiled these days, I let 'em have it
Land on stage, I see the mic and I grab it
Get the crowd moving side to side, like I panned it
Had to multiply my crew (Well, that's math)
Subtract or divide your crew (Well, that's wrath)
What I put inside the bleeds? (Oh, that's hash)
Oh, you want a new dick to ride? (Go ask Tash)
For the DJs, I keep a microphone in my palm
And for the people, paranoia's a weapon, so stay calm
For the toys, I take flight again for Soundbombing
'One-Nine-Nine-Nine' like Sadat X and Common

Ahh, CaTashTra – the gunner from the crew that drunk the beer up (Ugh)
Keep your distance from my mic, this Alki style'll fuck your ear up
But cheer up! That's the way the bottle spills (Ugh)
DJ's, they think I'm shady, 'cause they know I steal they wheels (Ugh)
'Cause Tash kick the real, kick it with niggas with no deals (Ahh)
Y'all fools ain't got no skills, y'all need to peep my homey Phil
Peep the Barbershop (Ah), peep Defari while you at it
DJ J.Rocc, Babu, and Rhettmatic (Ugh)
'Cause that's the type of shit CaTash' be pumpin in the Volvo
Where homies hittin' me up, like, 'Nigga ,what's up with that solo?'
I tell 'em that the object of my whole project (Ayo)
Is mic domination, so it takes concentration
Peep what I'm facing (What?), facing R&B the guns
Are you in it with the heart, or are you in it for the funds?
'Cause Tash got the style that's dangerous as mountain climbin'
(Yo, what you doing to 'em, Tash?) Right now, I'm soundbombing