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You know what? Suspended animation, the grey Expansion casting shadows over the sun I get blessed and you never hear a verb flinch I nerve pinch, cause Ive been smokin herb since Ive been splittin blunts, I lick em then I spit once Its nasty, shit tastes like cancer in my tongue and fronts Im fired up, I gots to get fired up Ive been sober since the last blunt dried up So light up, get the Philly broke, smoke a toke Light up, cause when I pull, I pull until I choke Like coughs and thats the only shit Im chokin Duckin hookers, saying Yo, why you be buggin? Im fuckin stuck in for one Im done Casting shadows over the sun for fun I got game to keep the chicken heads roasted This shit be boosting until I hear some Whitney I dont want to hurt anymore Houston So bitch hit the blunt and lose the Triple Fat Goose and Youre high dealer, even if theres lace in it Play some jams with some motherfuckin bass in it! Suspended animation, the grey Expansion castin shadows over the sun Im alright now cause the sensimilla fill me - KRS I want to get high, so high Hit the weed spot to be blessed by Buddha Casting shadows over the sun Ya black bastard, you! You dont quit, keepin it on Subroc, my word is bond and Im gone!

Tossing Turning, dreams of murder. Someone’s killing me It changes—that’s nice—I’m on a killing spree All done, cold blood, waking up to cold sweats This is such a cold world, my conscience getting death threats Shadows choking me, my last breath Lets out my body. It’s a conspiracy My mind and my body’s not really down with me Me against the whole world, it’s a little deeper Me against myself, I fight the Grimm Reaper Swing sickle, I got my Glock busting rounds off Demented, schizophrenic. I know this sounds off To you. I do not lie. When I doze off Spirits hope I die. Whatever Angels waste their time, they work together Scheme and plot on me ‘cause I’m son of man I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam Don’t give a damn if the bullets fill me I don’t wanna live, I hope they kill me Put me out my misery. I’m living misery I kill all my enemies ‘cause I love company Those who seek me are called wise men Or either wise guys. I pray you comprehend And realize I’m condemned No Rest, homicidal dreams. My cell Mate, all he do is scream out Loud how he wants to go home. That’s Funny. I’m here all alone Locked in a single cell. His back’s Bleeding, he’s cold as hell And I’m hoping they turn on some heat I called the C.O. to bring some extra sheets. Where’d he go? He walk through walls, run halls—I pray he teach me They don’t see your mental health, try to reach me I said, “Please see how he feels.” They said “He’s alright, but he’s not real” Evaluation say I suffer from depression Hallucination, self-creations what they’re guessing I’m here, doing years, I’m stressing Medicate me, sedate me want me to rest in Don’t take it ‘cause he said that won’t be bested He said I need his help and he needs me Nigga, you walk through walls. Go home, you’re free Home? That was far, and he was turnt off ‘Cause his wings was burnt off A lesson was learned, communicated with one I was chosen ‘cause I’m God’s son And I’m the retarded one!

Every space man knows you just gotta have Space Hos Even space girls know it You get a big delight, in every bite Delicious, cream-filled, Space Hos, taste out of this world With luscious creamy inside, soft cake outside You get a big delight, in every bite Yup, smart space men always have plenty of good Hos Wherever they go, Hos! How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal Any given second he could go mad postal Stay wavin that power band space cannon And have the nerve to jump in the face, of Race Bannon And punked out; luckily he deaded it And guess whos the schmuck whose credited with editing it? Your man Moltar, the cop out Aint have no other career choice, he dropped out Since when the Way-Outs included Zorak Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax Im not the one that sold him to it If he wont admit it, Im not gonna hold him to it Its all love and no hate though For all that, the Villain need to get his own late show Do a monologue and jest with the guests Madlib, switch the beat and walk him to the desk With Danger holding down the control room Late again returning from commercial— I told you Doom! Early, hes on B.P.T Catch him on public, access free TV And were back, live on the air with Brak So Brak, how your man got a show thats so whack? Have you ever thought to work with Err and Ignignokt an them? And do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm? Another sec, his neck woulda got flames Mouse switched the screen to some hot dames Tonights audience will receive miscreant video games And fifteen seconds of fame— pitiful lames! Its just a shame; Im zonin Competin for the same prime time slot as Conan No dummy, Edogawa Announcement free lunch to any stunt who lets me plow her In the shower for an hour, the kids sposed to be asleep Or else to join it sound like Road Runner— BEEP BEEP! Later this week: Big Ben Klingon After him theres no one else we could afford to bring on ... Keep it ghetto And let em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go Ahem Id like to propose a toast To the grossest host, Space Hos Coast to Coast That destructo rays a played out gag And the cape and the pants suit, lookin like a straight out... Dag! Dont mean to sound crunchy Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchie A light snack, hungry munchie Felt a funny hunch, then she told him donkey punch me Tomorrow its Father Guido Sarducci Father MC, and Charo Coochie Coochie With her new best seller, Who You Call a Hoochie? A proud sponsor of the snoochie boochie noochies Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs And find out how to get inside them sugar pie walls Our next guest a real cutie specimen And shes starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson So Judy; boxers, briefs or fig leaf? As you know I wear my boxers so my big— Cue the rapper tell him bring what little he got Up against the Villy, its really not diddly-squat Until they head hurts, when it come to wreck Crews is like them dudes in red shirts off Star Trek He Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy Been b-boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys Born to be the host with the most When its on its on, Space Hos Coast to Coast The set up of the planet one thing Somebody set something up a long time ago Working really to hold everybody back Not only me But when Im done with- actually, um Change things around the other way where itll be beneficial to everybody instead of being so destructive to everybody Cause it always ends up that way Sets up a- setup for destruction Soon or later

Motherfucking cause! Ah! Represent! FUCK that! Who the FUCK is you, nigga? X Master of the earth, representing! This is how we swing this shit For the CMR Bust it Zev loves to rock the venue then See you, never be you, in fact, glad I never been you Scratched of the menu I continue with the yellup, so props might develop From the duels, no clues to head swellas I dwell uptooown Im immune to the fever though Whoopsy daisy, never lazy so I heave-ho Whippin shit like devo, whip it good Whippin shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd slang Listen to my guitar twang as I sang A long flow and my songs blowin, blowin Blowin up like a grenade, serenade, Im into win, bitch Locked on the mic like vice-grips to the shwinns Seven feet seat pole from when I used to pop a wheely You can get the props if you can top my illy silly Weird old pro rap style Ran, see ya clap while, Im the finger snap, child Ritz will give me daps And Imma send it upstate for all my niggas makin plates You see I take none slack Rhymes and track is mack Zev Love X-Lax a brown man, not a black bastard Im stringin em, up stringin em up higher Than the 86 Nikes on the wire I dont suggest taste testin if you cant digest and I quote: Zev with cess, goddamn, God blessed I wrote I tote Disks, Dats, Gatts and Bats And vote no to canine, feline, rats and double drats Foiled again by that maniacal madman He wraps like Saran wrap can a leg of lamb X makes hits like a All cracked up so constantly actin up Constipated monkeys got shit backed up Get it!? Like a constipated monkey Like a constipated Like a constipated So dont sweat it We dont play And parlet , nigga What, is you stupid? Make my voice deeper... Aight next track I need some mutherfuckin cess on my chest so I can Run around like I had a bulllet proof vest on, uh Like a, like a Constipated monkey, constipated monkey Like a constipated monkey, constipated monkey Like a constipated monkey, Like a constipated monkey, Like a constipated monkey Monkey, constipated monkey

He wants to get his girlfriend? Go get your girlfriend Ay! And now...you is bout to dance, like you aint never danced before This onell have you get the trash hash out the stash, as they say, Ash to Ash Jewels free rash, fools ask the mask Need me? Ill be peeing in the pool, ka-splash! You may feel a slight drizzle Villain—give a squealer a candlelight vigil Couldnt find a healer with a whistle in the line of sight And he hold the mic like a fistful of dynamite They wonder how he built his C-note tower All before zero hour its tree grow power Then he go shower to scour off the funk And watch a so-called comp cower soft punk The god is the oddest fella youll find Paid to speak his mind like Father Jealous Divine He came to rock the banquet, rank it Along with two of the baddest broads to act stank wit, blank spit Dilla raise the beat like a anchor banker Overstand the shoot and plays the heat And shank a wanker He drank a tank of angst, thank ya Guess what? Chicken head butts Hit a rhyme on time, like kicked em dead in the nuts Oh... the victim had guts Prepare to stick em, Ill slick em in the cut Go... sell a spear chucker voodoo Goted her off wholesale mare schmuck new spew So... sell a beer trucker doodoo Foes go to hell in a seersucker muumuu DOOM! Guilty! Dilla, Dilla! Grind for the paper, hot like Sanka Top notch ranker, clock my banker Dead Presidents, sick dudes - Im the medicine Storming in your residence when Im in my element No contest, I get hot and go unconscious - ya boy is automatic Now go play in traffic, the flow is graphic With no theatrics, still rock sold out shows for practice Call it a walk-through. Def. The wrong one to talk to Beef aint nothin I cant stick a fork through We break bread, eat good, and pour brew Cheers! Come toast to the one with respect to the utmost on more than one coast GS, check the style I splash, to make the listener wanna pile my cash King of the Hill, money is the issue Its all on me tell em bring me the bill Daddy Warbucks, shift gears in the armored truck Like Big Daddy Kane when I warm it up Fans scream for the two man team Doom and Guilty - Hip Hop supreme The denim is blue but the pockets green Big knots in jeans, you cant stop the kings

Batman and Robin, head bobbin, no Joker Penguin You see him freezin up like Mr. Freeze, Catwoman on the mind The Batmobile design, Alfred the butler Dynamic-duo hustlers Burn rubber, Gotham City, Im spinnin in the gutter Left the Batcave full of computers, the Mad Hatter The realest, see my boss red like Twizzlers Im so hot like Hot Wheels, color shifters Diagonal over Gotham City lookin pretty The caped crusader continue through the stages like a player Pullin up on The Joker while he playing poker King Tut hoppin out the range rover with brolic shoulders Green Hornet and Kato see the Lamborghini doors open Same rims on the BM as the Lotus Dark blocks and they pop like pop rocks Your girl on the cock, she jock a lot, the next episode, reload Cock the swammy back, dont hesitate, react, believe dat They defecate where they eat at More repulsive than the Boars Head logo The trees had em seein impulses in slow-mo, whoa A whole lot of funk, a whole lot of drunk, who knows? Couldve did a line of bump with Donald Trump He hear voices in his head, he gotta jump Not now, too much lactose, gotta dump A wise owl, growl with a mean scowl A stand up dude even when he seeing foul, meanwhile The world keeps on spinnin It seems the forces of evil keep on winnin Change of plans, and Ill take that off your hands Retreat back to the cave with your mans Super Vill, salute Milk D, top bill Top notch or chop meat and chop krill In the mix of trappin and gun clappin DOOM, 25 years in, son slappin Wrote the key to life down on some napkin Cant find it, whoever do is like-minded

Yeah, thats what Im talkin bout Yeah, we on fire We gotta call the fire department Lets go Yo, yo, yo I dont know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot Yo, I know you like that You like that! Yeah, yeah Theres an E! True Hollywood Story for the pluckin its ripe How cats is stuck in purgatory for life Tryin to fight the enemy without sight They in the dark swingin right to left Clingin to the little bit of light thats left And cant escape the room, you cant escape the tomb You all wear a mask sometimes, I can relate to Doom That make the whole world earthquake, shake, and move The beat create a mood or eat your whole plate of food You cant come close like an order of protection That this is myself in the pack was sort of my intention Slaughter anybody testin my callin, my profession Anymore questions will born em a lesson A demonstration of takin it all the way home While you stuck at first base and Its like havin relations without the penetration Basically doin nathin You a waste of space and time Always chasin mine is how you lost your place in line I dont know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out I dont know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot Yeah, free the radio population Kweli and Doom the 1-2, the combination Lets go About time you heard a rhyme flow with DOOM and Kweli To catch you with the combo, boom boom, Muhammad Ali Versus Potsie cursin Yahtzee at the crap table Burstin caps at a Nazi rap label Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable Evaporate an ice grill, read the seeds of Aesop fables Children, come sit, gather Face the rapid fire of the super slap shit outta liar The end Villain, the champ tramp Flowin since they had him holdin ??? at the Kuumba camp He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt And a little bit of her blue spit She told him you so stupid Wiped it off, got dressed and left Everybody instigating, not just the ref We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground, rocks out Live with the worst sound, first round knock out {DJ cuts Talib Kweli samples}

If I die today Its gonna be the best day Ive ever had I aint worry Hurry into the pearly gates So I.. Every batter ought to see what you god-ess Some peace of mind And Im high in the sky yup Dont bring me down Bring me down I be just fine Ill deal with myself Everybodyll be alright Enjoy yourself Laugh at yourself Everything will be alright Alright? Enjoy yourself Laugh at yourself, babe Everything will be alright Alright? Youre lovely and I love you Shit is cool, its cool Youre lovely and I love you Shit is cool, its cool Dont concern yourself what other people do They do Dont concern yourself what other people know Whatcha doing now whatcha doing now? Im a fool for yall Whatcha doing now whatcha doing now? Im a fool for yall What can I say, what can I do When I cant make the pendulum move Giving it ti-time-giving it time Livin ti-time-da weather that shine Looking at you Im bae looking at you Making me wanna tip-toe on the moon I aint gone too soon Have to start To know that I can continue Was on pause now I resume Check the resume Feeling fresh to death today No one can bring me down Except myself when I realize I actualize Cuz Im sick of being tired and wasted Feeling like my dream the only girl I am chasing My mind like the rolls and vases I wish that I could fly, I say whats up with the day Before I fade away If I die today Its gonna be the best day Ive ever had

Ayyo, DOOM the Super motherfucking Villain. Chilling with my man, the Grimm Reaper . Letting niggas know all is fair in motherfucking war. Once more, all is fair in World War III. So Grimm Reaper, set it You wanna Stare at me, you wanna glare at me, but I’ll Handle all beef like American Me. I’ll react Sneak attacks, the gat Grimm packs’ll click six The nigs’ necks catch wreck, and blow their wigs back Mentally sick, battle rappers or jail—pick Blood on my knife, or eat the shit on my dick, yeah Battle me and you’re all dead. I’m taking Niggas out with dreads, blowouts, and also baldheads Tracks straight from the underground DATs Rappers, step up or only end up in the stats Nine years it took, nine years of hitting books, now I’m King of the crooks, making money like I’m Garth Brooks Will I die? Who’s to say? My Brain is the maze of death, so choose your way Get burned like a candle, very hard to handle Do miracles in Nikes like Jesus did in sandals It’s a Fantasy to beat me, in fact—Mr Roarke and Tattoo would even have to turn their fucking backs The Grimm Reaper’s stats are known to lock ‘em with the vest And after I test the best, I guess I’ll lock ‘em with the fucking rest My girl battle? I’ll do the same, tie the Bitch up and beat her ass like I’m fucking Rick James In the minds of the insane, I’m in the Hall of fame, music equal murder—it’s the same thing Shit ain’t never gonna change. Fuck it Time to load the clips and we take ‘em to war Niggas wanna flip? Then we take ‘em to war Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more ‘cause Shit ain’t never gonna change. Fuck it Time to load the clips and we take ‘em to war Niggas wanna flip? Then we take ‘em to war Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more Bitch, when it’s time for me to go, no As far as I’m concerned, I died a long time ago Enter the mind of The Reaper if you dare Man, woman, child, but bring a lot of clothes ‘cause You got to stay a while. Rappers come in loads, but left Dead in piles or floored like tiles I’ll beat down clowns, I’ll wipe off smiles, killed a Man for every inch that you can count in a mile The master of disaster, killer of styles I come from the streets, I’ll represent the streets, I can Never rape a woman, but I’ll rape a fucking beat If Donald Goines wrote my life, my name would be Kenyatta. I don’t Chose to kill a brother, but, to stay alive, right now, I gotta It can never be harmony. Because of jealou- -sy, niggas want a piece of me, but my gun dis- -agrees. Rappers, all you know is talk, but when you Come from the streets, shit, all you know is war And that’s all I know, so That’s all you feel at my motherfucking show You punk-ass motherfuckers Shit ain’t never gonna change. Fuck it Time to load the clips and we take ‘em to war Niggas wanna flip? Then we take ‘em to war Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more ‘cause Shit ain’t never gonna change. Fuck it Time to load the clips and we take ‘em to war Niggas wanna flip? Then we take ‘em to war Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more ‘Cause shit ain’t never gonna change . Die, motherfuckers. The Grimm Reaper’s in the motherfucking house. The Grimm Reaper’s in the motherfucking house. For the undertakers in this motherfucker

Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on! Bust it You gots to keep on it, that break-of-dawn shit Smoke the cancer stick, and ya dont quit Well never, never know no whole tour bit Known was Zev X, the O.E. alcoholic I still get paid sums, I write albums Sip the coke rums, loop the broke drums Stunts get down thumbs, I think a stunts a dunce My rap label-mates? They all smoke blunts! Went on this tour once, bus was loco From Albuquerque to like Acapulco See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo Busta and myself in the back with the whole O.Z Deep in Cali, near the valley where it seldom rains Sess is the best to all, except cells in the brain And if you ever did, God forbid ya did Get on that bus, youd be one red-eye shut eye-lid kid Word miz, the iz had the whole crew relaxin Boogie Brown with the box, boomin new tracks and Bust wants a stogie, he told Sub to ask Dinco He had one mo, to bust em down, now Im peepin Oynx askin Baby Chris about the back drop Fixin his flack top, damn, I hate that flat top Just then, the bus driver had the nerve and Said, Stop the smokin, he be curvin and swervin He popped junk like a sea sick sailor would fuss Not like we got top bunks like on that De La bus This was a Greyhound, the budget wasnt over most Low budget, so, fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose We puffed his bluff, he wasnt bullshittin The next L was liten and hiten, so now he quittin We couldnt stand to stay in San Jose And plus, we had a show in L.A. that same day He said hed take us down but he had to shake us down for 5 yards Between the Gods, thats might trife Mad heads to make mad frowns no night life Bitch-ass bus driver wanna bring his white wife And Im ready to hitchhike, a six-four, one switch Plus, he said no bitches on the bus except for his one bitch Niggas got edgy like a knife Dedicatin Niggaz4Life to my man and his wife You might think thats the bitch, cause Gates was the shit But only one week and countin until the show at The Ritz And you dont quit, til the last Philly is split And get a buzzed bus driver off the contact blitt And you dont quit, til the last Philly is lit And get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blitt

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone After you whos last, its DOOM, hes the worst known Thatll have your boom blown or even thirst bone Rock it to a worst clone, just dont curse the throne Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o Pan it, cant understand it, ban it The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded The best, any who profess will be remanded Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted I dont think we can handle a style so rancid They flipped it like Madlib, did a old jazz standard Dont mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine, G One Black, One Spanish, One Chinese It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree Dont sign me Im about to get a mil without em Grab him off the shelf, hes the villain, and what about him So and hes a jerk and you dont know him Mad how he expand work but wont show em Poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries All rise, so far art as a Rupple So raw break it down and make quadruple Its crucial, you could see it in his pupil And this time when he get it hell waste it on somethin useful Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey Damn he could really use a room or a whole key Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads True dat, she bad, I wonder do she come with kneepads What a call, what a real butterball Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball Rock it like gear for the fall With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl Yeah yall you could say its an earful Beware, do not touch mic, be careful And just like he said I coulda told ya MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder It aint funny nigga Money Folder Like, I know whats up The invasion was on

Party animal back at the tele now Katie and her best friend turn up the celly now Friend got big boobs, Katie got thick thighs Put em both together and what I nice chick prize Looking in some sick eyes, light green, I seen Katie ass busting out the scenes with them tight jeans Alchohol flowing now, bout to get stinkfaced Katie says, Here Ace tell me how this drink taste Not bad, whats this, sex on the beach yo? Friend pulls out her boobs, thats what I reach for Now Im in the party mood, take a few more swigs Clothes start coming off, Im about to score big Katie start kissin and feelin on her girlfriend Thats when the room starts spinnin like a whirlwind Feeling like Imma hurl then I fall face down Not cool dude, Im nude from the waist down Look up drooling, I feel like an asshole Katie got my wallet in her hand as my cash flow Cant move a muscle now, somebody save me This shit crazy, wonder what they gave me Slow down Dont think it really cant down It happens everyday Its a dirty game, are you sure you wanna play? Finally got your money up, you sure you wanna pay? Slow down Dont think it really cant down It happens everyday Wake up at the hospital, guess I just came too First I see Mr. C, then I see Kane too Then I see Jay C, Scoob Lover, Scrap, and All of them looking like Ace what happened? Usually my mind be sharp as a thumb tack Maybe if I take a minute everything will come back I know I was with these two chicks, sippin on a few licks Everything was humming right along like a new six Next thing I know I was laying on the floor And it feel like they hit me in the head with a few bricks Then the room just really start to spin bad Then I knew this night was gon end bad When they found all the money in my gym bag Thats when I realize that I been had They took the cash then both of them dashed out After that, not sure, mustve passed out God damn how stupid could I be Nurse whats that you putting in my IV? Dont worry its gonna help you rest, dear See her lips moving but her voice sounds less clear The moral of the tale Dont trust a cute face and a thin waist Cause they all go to jail Rappers go on tour, and many gonna score with a whore Thats for sure but theres more gon fail Think with your dicks, then add liquor to the mix You can end up in the morge on the scale These girls ruthless, worst then the guys be Act like they want your puddin pop, bill cosby Waiting in the lobby with a little slick plan Get up to the room and try to make a quick grand Or maybe six grand if you leave your chains out Her main thing is to bang your brains out When you exhausted, laying with your clothes off She gon wait till your stupid ass dose off

I was raised to the sound of the 70s Earth, wind and fire, sounded so heavenly Ohio players and Curtis Mayfield Aretha Franklins picture on a playbill Al Green in a tight suit, all white Minnie Riperton high notes, all night Moms even had a box full of 45s Put the needle down, yea that sounds sorta live Sound like the kind of groove I could rap over Got drunk off the beat then I was back sober Bring that part back, yea Imma murder that Donny Hat on the track with Roberta Flack Hide records In the bag Sneak them out before she notice that they gone Gotta think I dont know Should I rap of my moms favorite song? Better hope I dont scratch it, or thats it Imma get my ass kicked, thats a classic Cant explain that I was just borrowing it Moms on a rampage lookin for her Parliament And Donny Hathaway feelin like a castaway Hiding in grandmoms room more than half the day If I told her that her Parliament at brian crib And nobody home now, Imma be a crying kid But its seeming like Im safe for the time being My uncle gettin all the blame far as Im seeing I just gotta lay low like a snake belly Its a sticky situation like grape jelly Im on the titanic, or some other boat Got my mother and her brother at each others throat You better hope mommy never find out Cause if she does then thats your ass You know damn well if you touch one And you get caught thatll be your ass Ninteen-Seventy Something And the year is.. Ninteen-seventy Something The final act, Brians at the door With a black and red nap sack Came to bring the vinyl back I put it back before anybody notices He said close call I said yea I know this is But I got away with it like the perfect crime And made the fresh tape, man it was worth the time An aggravation and stress almost made a mess Shed a found out its me she would of laid to rest But Im over like a fat rat That was smart its a good thing you hid em in that backpack It feels so good to get that out the way Now Im out the door, back out to play Im about to say these are the good time like Chic And then I hear my mom shriek Duval Get back in here, How did my record get scratched I know you did it Go get my belt Cmon ma Thats it get my belt, now Cmon ma

Lyrics from snippet Doot, doot, doot, doot Flygod Doot, doot, doot Ayo, rockin ninety-nine-percenters One by high East, smelled West, they hid the bricks in the ceiling Condos on Brickell, cookin bricks, buy two shoes My death, I crashed my yacht drinkin Veuve in jewels My whole team got the Supreme, bodybag Celine Common Projects with Python strings, coppin keys Shoppin sprees, bought fifteen, they all clean Key thing is to know fiends who know fiends Its yours, its his, mine Your own workspace cubicle, smirk face crucible Superluminal, goose wool, loose pull Need to re-roll that, he sold stat old hat And dungarees, new shoes for baby Food, clothing, and shelter, no if, ands, or maybes Maintain the gravy train, made claims of slavery Bad investment banking, the best went blanking Stankin You witnessin the slang king, hypnotist ranking Ayo, God aint made one bulletproof nigga yet High, high top Ricardo Tiscis with the big ass check Stone Island parkas, baggin work out and we hawkin Supreme goggles, Im bout to ski on it Got fiends doin the Shmurda dance, servin grams Word to Yams, three bricks for a hundred bands Love me or hate me, Im doin greatly Bape trenches, goin ape-y, take it off safety Dont get your head blown the fuck off Its yours, its his, mine Its yours, its his, mine Its yours, its his, mine Its yours, its his, mine Its yours, its his, mine Its yours, its his, mine Its yours, its his, mine Its yours, its his, mine Them- Them- Them- Them bricks, I set em up Them- Them- Them- Them- Them- Them bricks, I set em up Them- Them- Them- Them- Them- Them bricks, I set em up Them bricks, I set em up

Touching the very part of me, its making my soul sing Tearing the very heart of me, Im crying out for more What a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust And leave you with just enough stress to cuss Ooh trouble, twos a couple, threes treacherous And got you open like the high seas Hoping like these for the squeeze on live Gs Jive turkeys, they lucky if they survive the depths of hell, its murky Jerky, come on work with me See how she twerk in the skirt with tits perky A flirt with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance And let em rot, Im like, not a chance, hot pants! Run feet, and keep from off front street That sizzle like the blunt heat, with business thats for under sheets Creep on secret missions, peep it Or else be in some deep shit, with more fishes to sleep with Isnt it romantic? I hate to spoil your mood honey, but i dont think it was really a star What do you mean dear? I studied its trajectory whatever it was it was a man made object All is ready your highness Then stand aside, let the countdown begin

Let this serve as a warning To all yall out there who is in charge of these little people Kill the young ones Its not the same like when we was growing up Used to get a whooping and then everything would be good, youd get back in line These are divine beings Here to usher in the new era, a new age So if it gonna work You need to reason with these beings Talk to them, let them know whats going on They are unique, angelic beings So enter at your own risk If you wanna hit them with sticks like they baby goats Kids, call em kids And rile them up and corral them It aint gonna work Stop running through the fucking house Stop running through the motherfucking house Stop running through the fucking house, yo Lava rock disc jock Talk million dollar crack rock Opposition - not Whole block watch my swat Gimme got thoughts that jock Well sought after, rise like astronauts Tell negros they aint half as hot Tell the Beatles the negros is where they took half they plot Young Diesel, Im master, watch How black people flip and bounce anything and smash on yall Buttermilk biscuits, this test is clear Yall already know DOOM one of the best there is I confess, I did The best made me speak crazy Out the side of my neck about the BET lady The Caribbean chick before they started playing gimme the hits Any symbiant been in the abyss Indigestion disintegrate real quick, Real spit Illuminati knew we wylin with stupid violence So most of these fools choose silence While we move mountains and chew diamonds Like groove pirates on our new island, just commandeered Its not wrong, its weird, sing along and cheer This your song of the year Survivor series underground million language Combined with mercury Viable first degree maniacal verb velocity tossed hands free Dangling about your city Batmans memory - photographic, but chilling Haunt you with visual density Illustrated word weaponry Step to me... Like Big Daddy

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I wanna, I wanna, I wanna Mother, father, its my God-given honor To eat a sucker MC like a hot sizzlin döner Respect, deep check, dope line dialectic Dig the perspective of open minded skeptic Where your skepticals, looks dont count Better off judgin by rhymebooks and sheer amounts And work backwards from there Angle of attack on the track was like a spear through the clear air Whats your status? Its Don status Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness Cause we like Villain you must be out your toboggin hoggin, its a horror Eatin MCs like theres no tomorrow, starvin Welcome to the club, registration We be waitin right here collectin off of nations revelations Sensations for latter day saints And more lies than blacks splattered, spray paint, faints Aint live and direct And kept his eye on the game like spy tech Mic check Villain get booted out your online school Student got straight up As in divine rule Quicker than a sleight of hand, like, damn Telepathy and telekinesis, faster than Instagram See what he said, laid his wood, get paid is at From the States to your in-state flat Aint that Yo Taking back my style, ey yo, get yours Ive been making beats before you wore drawers Baby diaper having dudes do your chores Giving more than what you had in store Setting up a show and do no tours My props get weight like them B-boys I dont need your co-sign or rewards Just need that check to cash to feed my boy Da-da-da-dey, da-da-da-da-da-dey Aint nothing else to say, can I please collect my pay Now we talkin JJ on the beats when Im spittin and hawkin rhymin While Im reclinin in the vocal booth Image with the lies, only know how to speak the truth Never compromise, keep it real, never peek at you Rolling through the jungle, glowing eyes like a kinkajou Ay, my man, Dr. Who Dat on the cool, can I link with you? Only if you really got G.O.D. in your peripheral Had a talk with Yasiin bout the world that we livin in Beginning to the ending, yo, I keeps it Viberian Viberian experience until my deliverance Cant cut me those steez, man I hide out in the Caribbean Im like the ghetto Gilligan in Planet of the Apes With nothing but a radio, a mic and a cassette, straight pause tape

Running around with another, oh Running around with another Running around with another    Hello Put your sister on the phone Yo   Its Viktor Hey Uh, ? Oh, hey Viktor I knew you was fucking around Playing all innocent and hoeing since the foundation Dont make me have to pound his tin crown face in And risk being jammed up like traffic inbound from spacing Theres been a place for you in my heart since we first met A teenage love that didnt feel no hurt yet My boys warned me you was poison like BBD first cassette And still I put all my chips on the worst bet Gave up the skirt, now I gotta hear it from the street How dare you drag my name in the dirt and cheat You couldve broke it off and ended it and dip And if you spoke soft we couldve still preserved the friendship Now you apologize, thats what they all say You wasnt sorry when you sucked him off in the hallway But have it your way, raw, no foreplay Thats you if you want a dude who wear a mask all day And just to think I used to be proud of you And you had some real good power... No it wasnt- it wasnt nothing like that... Running around with another, but bel- Running around with another, oh Well, my brother you didnt tell me that you had called I wasnt at home Probably kissed me later that evening, I should be hurling Matter of fact, gimme back my bracelet and my Shearling I rather waste it or give it to your girlfriend She did let me stab it last week while you was workin Remember our vacation out to Maryland I dooked the maid Carolyn, she made me throw the towel in Like all foul men the time I hit your moms off I told her knock it off But she had to set the rocket off Aint enough room in this fucking town When you see tin head tell him be ducking down Im not romping around He better be ready and prepared to be stomped in the ground Well, I thought you Running around with another, but bel- Running around with another, oh Oh Oh- running- oh- Oh- running- oh-

Babys got a 12-pack! Hows about we go back to the Bay Area and get some crabs? Lets see how the judges react Judges Come on judges, react The forest is very misty And help to provide for the switching sides of Terry or Twisty Or, Model Robot, who got more grease Sherman stinks so put some hot sauce on your niece Or Nephew, I hope he got a 12 for his sake Made a wrong turn into a hole, hell of a mistake Animals in the car had made a piss lake Must of interfered with the wiring on the disc brakes It makes for good bar time rec talk Shoulda used the hamburger necklace from off his neck stalk From South Africa to Apalachicola Bump into the wrong batch of snatch, catch the ebola Beefin with Norman Douglas Waitin until he catch him in the street, roamin thugless And Rod, the self-proclaimed anime God By the way could sure use a can of baked scrod Sherman eats seeds like humans eat veal He means real human seeds, not no bloomin wheat meal That man in the cat suit can sure hold a gat Think he work for that dude, The Evil Controller of Cats A ceasefire was negotiated under the gun Between General Meow and Commander Bun He thought it was the hand, it was the joke, what stunk I was too drunk I woke up drunk Werent you? Ha, Im too young to drink Augh First I get trapped in a hole with smelly animals who bicker Then my hand is severed Now I have to care for a drunk baby W-we can eat that If the new shoes fit better than the old ones, rock em black Im gonna pick up some cold ones and knock em back

Is my distance from the mic proper Theres a college town, with olive green all around Professors and skate punks rock SG Pauls Wall Of Sound And theres an anarchist bookstore, theres more than youd look for A core of local folks wait for late lifts, theres often a great drift To the shop for the Wednesday night five-to-eight shift Cause the clerk at work is the prettiest gal in town, she cries during Allentown Shes a precocious socialist and shes willing to pal around Shes twice as cool as the kids from her high si-chool Every Wednesday after French club she rides to work With a stuffed Mastadon in the basket on her bicycle If Noam Chomsky was from the Bronx hed have been assassinated promptly She said he was from the Bronx, he said you know what I mean, ignoramuses Oh boy what a pain this is, said the only paid employee, the manager I came for culture, not accounting, and a girl put a flyer up above the water fountain She carried clandestine two dollar mescaline in her blue collar mess tin Plastered with stickers that said Food Not Bombs, Sex Not Proms, Critical Mass That bastard, voice talent snickered Nice graphics but thats just half-assed agitprop to piss off a traffic cop Aww shucks, can it be Im too lazy for pot lucks If not my friends, who am I willing to cook for And theyre chilling at the anarchist bookstore Will Barnes and Noble harm the global? Will Amazon Com be round when grandmas gone mom? Voice talent, the rapper, had a rapport with a stripper whore Who hed vote for long before hed vote for Tipper Gore He re-equipped the store with the new credit machines and put zines in their places He said take back the streets is more like take back Four parking spaces at the most and left to hose the Sunday showcases He was all dressed in tinsel yo, but he couldnt convince his friends to go They were like, voice talent, you put on a minstrel show He said someones psychotic, someone took too much semiotics Furthermore, he thought, someone can tzi-suck my tza-dick But VT was the opposite of TV, hed never accuse someone of being PC Because its so friggin dumb to say, the term arose on the Columbus Day Quincentennary when the republic was honest about the conquest And wouldnt party as they had previously promised If someone uses a non-offensive vocabulary then that person is considerate, not PC If someone has a heavy-handed agenda, that person is narrow-minded, not PC Unless you mean Providence College PC is as meaningless as the presidents apology for slavery Maybe P.E. should be on the radio And not just in the African-American Norton Anthology Will Barnes and Noble harm the global? Will Amazon Com be round when grandmas gone mom? Will Barnes and Noble harm the global? Will Amazon Com be round when grandmas gone mom? Who cooks for you? who cooks for you? Who cooks for you all?

Now, just to blow this up like I intended Straight from the Kausin Much Damage will I send it I recommend hittin just fittin just fine then throw it up Vocals for locals, the whole nine, Im blowin up The birthstone kid, I got it goin on Every time I throw it on, allied strength is what Im growin on I kick styles like maybe this one or that one Whichever which I bust, its got to be a fat one Like Walter Hudson, my rhymes is thick, son So, when you pick one, man, Im gonna lick one God style, hard with no smile Cause I profile, for the ignorant child And when I bust off, homeboy with no heso I just bust at Point blank range, yall think I aint livin strange? I got this soul thing caught up in a head swing Im on the mic with the Gods, and Im, soulflexin Straight from the flock with skills Pizzazz your whole cipher Subroc builds, as is As I jazz it up I grease your okey-dokey then Yup, I do the hokey pokey let my soul bend up Grown to be sixty-five inch Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch Indeed I rap, ghetto folkll snatch your soul intact Now, slap your head up, bob and catch stiff neck MC selekta The addict to this funk thing And it sticks to you dramatic like static cling, for granted Laps for years, I avoid troubled traps Help me out the hole, to the brother Ill give double daps Cuttin that old haps, to the straightening comb Maybe, twine the knots, Ill have the nappy dome Sent to the home, crankin with electric bass drag Kick em big, but wont brag, I was hittin into a rag I dont slack, so wont you let it off? Can the MC selekta set it off? Suffer the {?} you cant, my style is ambiguous Rockin it 24/7, clock is broken tickless Broke up yup Im on, the uppity uppity note I can rock styles that move, a party a party boat With clout no doubt I gots to boom the boom From Onyx my man, to Zev X my physical Yes, Im braggin like a wagon wheel I roll I have my cake and eat it too, and lick the bowl Im soulflexin Yo yo, can I get up on this? Get up on this? Yo Imma get on this, confusion, pure I collect dust and rust colored coins Trust rock a mic and must grip the loins From a ton gun a big slug, as quickly As Im sickly, if sucks some of pig Plug my mic in, discuss this tons of dust Thats been busted for a rust-like tint, {?} Despicable, duck, more Scrooge than Rickle No wins sucks, no ice cream, pickle sickle Now check, check, check it out, Is no goody good I wreck youre never luckin out so get the Woody Woodpecker Check when plaid slacks was a trademark, I made marks Now back taxes always stay at max of stacks so Im a bad guy and Ill snuff with a noogie Some do slump punks but up jumps the Boogie Man I got a natural coppertone, tan and plus Eight hundred coats of gold in my glands And one can on the wall, one can If that can would, happen to fall lend out a hand, to snag it Ill aint nothin spilled and be drippin or leakin See on, the lip Im speakin and be steady seekin, some soulflexin The God Zev X is soulflexin Yeah the MC selector was soulflexin And the birthstone kid is soulflexin And the Boogie Woogie men are soulflexin And the S.O.S. are soulflexin Yeah the God Ansaar is soulflexin My man {?} is soulflexin Haji, and Sadat X be flexin Alamo and Jamar be soulflexin My man Diego D be soulflexin The Gods from Long Beach be flexin Yeah the Gods from Now Rule be flexin Phife and Jarobi be flexin Q-Tip and Ali be flexin Posdonus and Dove be cold flexin Maceo, Maceo be flexin Superman Clark Kent be soulflexin Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin The cracker cracker Crackerjacks be flexin And the L.O.N.S. be soulflexin And the H2O be soulflexin And {?} be soulflexin Stanley Winslow be soulflexin And the {?} be soulflexin And my man Geeby be soulflexin And the engineer Gamz be soulflexin And Dante is like the worst person Yoooooooo, OUT

Here he comes again! Hey, quick folks come over and put a coin in the eggplan- uh uh The jukebox. The jukebox! The jukebox! Here he comes again! Were gonna break it down- down- down- down- down- A little something like this on the funky side We gon- get this, yall Once again- now- now- now- now- now- Check em out, Check em out Check em out, Check em out Once again Where ever you go! Villain get the money like curls They just trying to get a nut like squirrels, in his mad world Land of milk and honey with the swirls Where reckless naked girls get necklaces and pearls Compliments of the town jeweler Left back now schooler, trying to sound cooler On the microphone known as the crown ruler Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah Five-hundred something dollars laying, right there in the street Huh, now lets try and get something to eat Then he turned four and started flowing to the poor Thats about when he first started going raw Kept the dro in the drawer A rhyming klepto who couldnt go up in the store no more His life is like a folklore legend Why are you so stiff? You need to smoke more brethren Instead of trying to riff with the broke war veteran Spliff made him swore he saw Heaven, he was seven Yup, you know it, growing up too fast Showing up to class with Moet in a flask He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass His girl is home alone he trying to get the If you want to sip get a paper water fountain glass How Im posed to know where your mouth been last? Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash, to the ash Boom-bash, leave the room with the stash Assume its in a smash, DOOM get the cash Come on Hmm

Livin off borrowed time, the clock tick faster Thatd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster I-C-E cold, nice to be old Y2G steed twice to threefold He sold scrolls, lo and behold Know whos the illest ever like the greatest story told Keep your glory, gold and glitter For have half of his niggasll take him out the picture The other half is rich and it dont mean sht-ta Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic its like the place get like: Aw yeah! Its like they know whats bout to happen Just keep ya eye out, like aye, aye capn Is he still a fly guy clappin if nobody aint hear it And can they testify from inner spirit In living, the true gods Givin yall nothing but the lick like two broads Got more lyrics than the church got Ooh Lords And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords Or even one with two blades on it Hey you, dont touch the mic like its AIDS on it Its like the end to the means Fcked type of message that sends to the fiends Thats why he brings his own needles And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos Slip like Freudian Your first and last step to playin yourself like accordion When he at the mic you dont go next Even pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex Exercise index wont need Bowflex And wont take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

Forgive them Lord for they know not what they spit All lucky contestants on the mic sounds nice, but they get Or we have a beat for one time wonder hit And a “how to play it off if you make a live blunder kit” And the winner for the ninth time in a row DOOM, I owe it to a well refined rhyme flow Now if you don’t mind, dough Find me where the limes grow With a fine dime, fill in the blanks Still no necklace, mill in the bank Grill stay blank, not to be critical but ill they stank Maybe give them thanks from the steel grade shank Hold that, put the mic down ya luck’s up Don’t let it touch the ground and shut the… Door, buckle up it’s the law fool Stay calm like you got pulled over with the raw If he had thick hair like Ric Flair Wouldn’t know if hoes really cared for the… Lyrical skills that’s how they judge it Trick the deals until they take it out the budget mother… Fudge it like the numbers on the number one Billboard hit And still be bored as… it could be worse this verse a no rehearse DOOM’ll snatch the mic like “no me first” They get sloppy seconds after we stop wreckin And they had a choppy check in Then they ripped the beat like a surgery botched A hurter he murder flows, DOOM off the crotch I’ll be back in two and two, watch the clock They thought we had Koch, how ya block got blotch Another notch on the Glock His own stock in the strip club Free scotch on the rocks beoyotchh!

Ima throw it like Santana Jo-han, yo man is a ho like damn Santa Lemme illustrate like Dan Hanna What I am, see this man is a grandstanda Im a grand planna, and what I want is 40 acres, no mule, land in Atlanta Sand in Havana, ran to Indiana Then came back for the green like Bruce Banner Used to rock a bandana And dream of driving in a car same color as a ban-ana But now Im smarter than a fifth grader Which hater wanna try to rub it in like hand sani- -tizer, realize that Im a lot wiser But I wont blow my top like a hot geyser So put away the damn camera I dont smoke coco, po po on the damn scanner Hoping they can apprehend, African- American men in a planned manner But I aint fallin for the okey-doke So back away, and turn yourself around like the hokey poke Is this a racist nation or is it just my imagination Like the song that Smokey wrote Tonight on this very mic you about to hear, I swear, the best darn artist of the year So so cheerio yell scream bravo, also, if you didnt know, this is called Da Pro Im-Im-Im-Im-Im a professional, and thats no question yo I be the... Gateway, better know the fact The way that some believe the weed might lead to the coke or crack Imma take you onto harder shit This a starter kit To bring back what is dope in rap The games up in traction right now And that shit on the radio: broken back Or worse yet: stroke attack You like it rough? Its the Brooklyn Strangler Choke a track I be hopin that Maybe one day, them old clubs I used to go to: open back Im so nostalgic, Imma yoke a cat Because of the fact he stepped on my Croaker sacks Nah Im lyin, never had a pair Where Im from 40 Belows and fatigues was the outer wear Want yall to hear me loud and clear If you dont care for the real shit then get outta here

Yeah, yeah Its that number nine shit Yo, yo Mind sharp nuff to split ya wide In the ride before five, hurry get inside See the prize, its too bad, I got rid of my token No more playing games, cause they end up being frozen I did the devil dance, I see much better now I had like hella chances, wearing a metal mask This Doomzilla, I see the cream like chocolate, vanilla Grade A killer, call me Mr. Fantastic Go for home stretch ever since I started rapping Fuck with all the hate though, you should note take, though Pretty math teacher, yeah, she give me brain, though Aries just a young, dumb son-of-a-gun so watch out Pull the trigger, no turning tides, the times now This is something thats been hidden for a decade Snag your pawns so it makes it easier to checkmate Steady livin life, while Im about that pride You can see it in my eyes, Ima one of a kind Til my sights are blind and Im living a lie If you claim youre the boss then what the fuck am I? Shit, levels above, flock til the pelicans come I want that gold in my hands, should be a hell of a run I took the mic to bless it nine million times They dont want that, spray rhymes at you and your comrade Gang of buccaneers, we aint all bad I tell em go forth, we aint never fall back Mr. Fantastic Go for home stretch ever since I started rapping Mr. Fantastic, this Doomzilla Its Doomzilla, microphone killa Its Doomzilla, he the microphone

Mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm Yeah this heres blues joint A lot of brothers dont like this joint Cause it might not be funk or funky Its more tribal And speaking to my only two real tribes out there now With the help of the Kause, yo Kause yall with me? Hmm? Aight, so we feel to build open, the bananapeel blues Check it The original man is the black man true? Presented to the youth, is more than nuff proof But when one mixes truth with a goof Caused this contradiction and confusion so I raise the roof Tongue to truth, it may sound like a good hand to feed from But follow this lead, we need to find whats true indeed Some get caught up in the thought of intellect And say he helped us, when its his lumpless but that got us in this mess What a monkey I said a lot of brothers might not get this cause it aint funky Sure enough we aint gonna be played by no monkey See because the monkey fits the shoes In these bananapeel blues Yall with me? Twas once said to remember that the soul is see-through How true well soon see as I check to whats written Lets see uhh Genesis chapter two verse seven Man became a living soul so wheres my man getting this Actual force, probably that same old can Or barrel of monkeys who call me and you a soul man And call my food a soul food Yeah Im sposed to have soul, yet Im uncivil and cruel And I come from apes, yet this monkey rapes And Im a babboon, then soon to be coon And when I know this, Im labelled a lunatic Racist rebel crazy Muslim Now face this monkey Truth is truely what pays me And can a Muslim be fooled And can a quote unquote monkey be reformed Yeah, and while me and you is warmed by the sun Most of all life or in existence, uhh I take this instance to ask If the monkey man was so pure why cant he endure The sun which is the natural source for all living Without giving up his life to cancer And three-fifths or less is the dancer Wrong answer Yeah wrong answer says the Kause And while his still skin rumples and wrinkles Zee L exposes a monkeys uncle how much more evidence do the citizens need? -- 16X

Every space man knows you just gotta have Space Hos Even space girls know it You get a big delight, in every bite Delicious, cream-filled, Space Hos, taste out of this world With luscious creamy inside, soft cake outside You get a big delight, in every bite Yup, smart space men always have plenty of good Hos Wherever they go, Hos! How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal Any given second he could go mad postal Stay wavin that power band space cannon And have the nerve to jump in the face, of Race Bannon And punked out; luckily he deaded it And guess whos the schmuck whos credited with editing it? Your man Moltar, the cop out Aint have no other career choice, he dropped out Since when the Way-Outs included Zorak Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax Im not the one that sold him to it If he wont admit it, Im not gonna hold him to it Its all love and no hate though For all that, the Villain need to get his own late show Do a monologue and jest with the guests Madlib, switch the beat and walk him to the desk With Danger holding down the control room Late again returning from commercial, I told you, DOOM Early, hes on B.P.T Catch him on public, access free TV And were back, live on the air with Brak So Brak, how your man got a show thats so whack? Have you ever thought to work with Err and Ignignokt an them? And do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm? Another sec, his neck woulda got flames Mouse switched the screen to some hot dames Tonights audience will receive miscreant video games And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful lames Its just a shame; Im zonin Competin for the same prime time slot as Conan No dummy, Edogawa Announcement free lunch to any stunt who lets me plow her In the shower for an hour, the kids sposed to be asleep Or else, to join it sound like Road Runner, beep Later this week: Big Ben Klingon After him theres no one else we could afford to bring on Keep it ghetto And let em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go Id like to propose a toast To the grossest host, Space Hos coast to coast That destructo rays a played out gag And the cape and the pants suit, lookin like a straight out Dag, dont mean to sound crunchy Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchie A light snack, hungry munchie Felt a funny hunch, then she told him donkey punch me Tomorrow its Father Guido Sarducci Father MC, and Charo Coochie Coochie With her new best seller, Who You Call a Hoochie? A proud sponsor of the snoochie boochie noochies Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs And find out how to get inside them sugar pie walls Our next guest a real cutie specimen And shes startin to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson So Judy; boxers, briefs or fig leaf? As you know I wear my boxers so my big Oh, cue the rapper tell him bring what little he got Up against the Villy, its really not diddly-squat Until they head hurts, when it come to wreck Crews is like them dudes in red shirts off Star Trek He Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy Been b boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys Born to be the host with the most When its on, its on, Space Hos, coast to coast

Paper. All day, in ways that people never think of International Paper- Hey, I made a funny! Very funny I wasn’t gettin’ good marks in reading- Stupid Poor girl What is wrong with you?! Youre sick Ho- hold on- I was only following orders, I WAS ONLY FOLLOWING ORDERS! You little punk! It’s not a joke, kid Oi! Don’t let your overconfidence get you killed, those men are dangerous! He may have a face like a waffle iron, but he got a heart of gold My little friend here is the only one who understands me Take me to your leader You can go to hell What? Nothing Violence. Violence and power will rule! Yeah Brain death will follow in four minutes The children will need some means of defending themselves Well, I’ll be damned! We could blow up a whole army with these babies! That may be so. I do appreciate it, but I have no use for weapons My fists pack one million volts! Pardon me

The invisible girl Youre quite right, my first prediction has come true I have removed the heart of the fantastic 4 If you want to see her again You will not interfere with my plans Hear me again you delegates! You have 48 hours to meet my terms I bid you, adieu! Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and Wont stop rockin til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin the wasteland sands Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin fan He rest when hes ashes Ask em after ten miles in his goulashes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed ta know, it show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough its horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess The ten case of cave a chicken chest S Yes yall the dub will get ya trickles The best ballers pitch in and rub to get a nickels But tut tut, he about to change the price again It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen Doom! You aint gettin Sue! If you want her youre going to have to come down here and get her! Ive got to go up to him again, its the only way to bring him out in the open Villain here, have em shrill in fear And wont stop top illin til he a gazillionaire Grillin stare, yeah ya boy had drama Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke I thought I told em Firing pins was separate He find out later when he tries to go and rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged an advance to translate it and ignored it, sorta One monkey dont stop no slaughter A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it aint worth the overkill Flow skill, still, theres no thrill Villa bill ya ten K bills in his pilla Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with... And right now weve got a job to finish! Lets find... Doctor DOOM!

In the time of your life, live—so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of the hiding place and let it be free and unashamed Place in matter and in flesh the least of the values, for these are the things that hold death and must pass away. Discover in all things that which shines and is beyond corruption. Encourage virtue in whatever heart it may have been driven into secrecy and sorrow by the shame and terror of the world. Ignore the obvious, for it is unworthy of the clear eye and the kindly heart Be the inferior of no man, nor of any men be superior. Remember that every man is a variation of yourself. No mans guilt is not yours, nor is any mans innocence a thing apart. Despise evil and ungodliness, but not men of ungodliness or evil. These, understand. Have no shame in being kindly and gentle but if the time comes in the time of your life to kill, kill and have no regret In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it. ― William Saroyan, The Time Of Your Life

As soon as you get to earth, deliver any information found in the spacecraft to the commanders office:: Set your microphones to stun Nanu nanu, check one two... Yo, rushin through the stars like a comrade Cosmonaut Got planets roped on lassos, in U.S. they called me Astro Rokay Rorge, shipped forged from Cogwell Cogs Which one of you let the toilets filled with the Captains log? Bad voodoo, beware the black monolith In deep space, no one can smell shit Dark side of the moon, hummin at MF Doom ??? and vodka makes energon cubes Yo, fuck bounty, we hungry, Im moody Kidnap Rosie for her duty And keep Judy for her cartoonish booty For rhymes sake, Bonzai Buckaroo Ahoy nerd, crabs grab Zoidberg To the Buck Rog mechanized bird Im takin a rocket trip to say word! Were on our way to earth The sandwich meats nice and lean All they got in space is freeze-dried ice cream Launching space monkeys, NASAs tryin to play us Keep sendin em up here, well send back Dr. Zaius Damn yous, damn yous, damn yous all to hell! Hyperspace booze cruise, planetary Dave Atell Drunk off No-Doz and Tang hip hops Krodos and Kang Bad swerve through worm hole came to co-do our thang Reception airlock open Just got back from the final frontier Space Shuttle ??? drinkin light beer back in light year Earths shitty, Xanadu ditty Rollin with homegirl, groped the three titty Yo my bad, thought you were smugglin moon rocks A man named Bundy got fuel in his socks Your brain hurts in a post-Klatuu earth I say take me to your reefer, then take me to your leader Yo, they dug it and then asked me if I knew Sputnik I said kick it up to warp speed or youre gonna get your butt kicked Dont make me off-the-dome like Highlander Aint no danger, Will Robinson, wheres the commander? They got nervous and started lookin for an escape hatch You think all we aliens do is body snatch? Were not Unicron tryin to transform the planet, people We Are the World was writ by Captain EO He took us to a Dago bar that was slime filled like Dagobah I said under my breath, in jest, Yo wheres yoda? They hit us for some yogurt and some bubbly carbonated soda Ironically, played Space Invaders in the corner Pete, dont cry over spilled milk, well get drunk later And talk to that rotten Killer Tomato in that junk-freighter Miss, let me get the cat like ALF, a mouthful Earth Girls are Easy but tonights it quite doubtful Come on, aint no felines fit in a thong Bi-week grind, Ba-weep-gra-na-weep-ninny-bong She looked back at me in an uninvolved dumb way I said, Miss, you dont know my friend, Gordon Shumway? Hes from Melmac, try to attack your potbelly, yo I said, Chill thats Kuato, open your mind, burrito and taco She said, Pete, HAL-2000, these humans gonna get you I said, Pee on my face, and my Schwartz be with you... May the Schwartz ... be with you Kicking that moon-dirt inkling like Gattaca Youre on the Soul Train Battlestar Galactica Don Pardo, tell em what theyve won A date with John Lithgow and a brand new ray gun! Believe it or not they threatened us with puss Ripley Clones I always say I come in peace right after the CDs through Out the Divider jumped Rowdy Rowdy Piper Shouting out They Live, didnt expect the Galactic sniper Yo Doom, let em rip! Buck em down! Space Tech Banana Clip Hit em with a displaced case full of space cakes Watch as space case face hallucinate Close Encounter take a Tribble as a decoy Surface pool, Astro b-boy Forbidden Planet, nasty like Janet Im intergalatic planetary, goddammit! Yo engage, hes headed for the ship! Buck em down! Space Tech Banana Clip Without haste, yo, P laid him to waste And we didnt get in trouble Cause there aint no pigs in space, Zoinks! Army bombers ready ... enemy Get ready for a surprise! We punked Elliot for his BMX And hit E.T. on his two-way and told him he was next Nah, thats a Speak-N-Spell hooked to a Technic Thats why Im High Commander and youre the tech-geek Keep it movin like Starlight Express Good God, hes headed for the escape pod Theyre gettin away to Babylon Five! Nah stupid, I said Babbletron Live He was out, bang-zoom, straight to the moon I got a cheese sandwich and got young like Cocoon Lost in Space, searching for inner peace Lost in Innerspace, just to say the least Roamin galaxy, far, far in the East Coast Peace out, Brak, and were Space Ghost!

Monsta Island Czars - “1,2...1,2” One, two, one, two. Kongcrete, the most hideous. Check it, check it, check it Smoking Hash, leave an open ass broken, stash floating fast Lifted. Kong with the broken glass Slurper, a nasty nigga fuck Bertha Insert it further than murder, pulled out then squirt her Alpha murder, alpha murder, murder Alpha murder, pull the squeeze then hurt her Out for cheddar, piece of cheese. When in doubt, love Took Alicia’s Keys in and out love, ate nine Hate all, hate on fakes, cornballs is fake Find your body at your dawg’s wake, barking Create comment when I start to spit, y’all Niggas spit conformant. Kong bombing Study every Religion there is. Rhythm for kids deadly as venom is This hemorrhage friends of his. I’m like a guinea Pig with a skinny snitch, and me big like a penny Rich—hear me, bitch—ready to let the semi spit Here he is. Is he really sick or is he really picked to see The vict’ or is he really dead for what he did? Let the machete Rip, spaghetti drip. Ready, get set, ready Go, ready to rock machete flow to let you know we’re ready To go. Is he heavy? Is he petty? I was Hungry, so they fed me, yo. For heavy dough, I need Some heavy dro. Megalon in your stereo Ready to shoot the heady, yo. Yo! Lyrics of death wrap—this how the letter bond. Yo, Megalon Pass that Megatron. Gods on a hunt like a Predacon Smoking cedar wood trees from Lebanon. Fascist sprites On MTV, terrorist threats looped on my MP- -C travel at a hundred eighty-six thousand kilobytes Per second, downloaded on the MP3. Ninety-Ninety- -Five, Long Island, iced-out in an MVB. Monsta Island escaped from MCC By any Means, many fiends akin to toast teens Toast the scenes for the hoes to scream, mostly Seen by the avoiding. Get down here when Luciani ‘hind me Behind Pataki, busting shots with Giuliani. Bust back I’ll squeeze rapping niggas—y’all, quit acting like it could happen My MAC-10 made big niggas backspin—what happened? Is that so? Tommy Brasco stack dough. You lack flow, my ab- -stract flow for cashflow turn cocaine to crack and turn Crack to blow—now how the fuck that go? I wanna Fuck that ho, the white ho and the black ho Lay on your back, ho. They made the track slow so I could rap Slow. Tommy mack hoes. Yo, yo My gun is like my girl ‘cause I don’t wanna let my gat go I sold crack fast, now I sell crack slow In the back, on the low. If you ain’t got no dough, come to The back door. I’ll give you a full pack at four Rock rap shows, L be on the map when I blow R&B rap takes it in the ass-crack slow At my last show, I snatched gold. Black Jesus It’s a Black Christmas—now picture black snow Ayyo We calculate the sands of time in slow-mo, manipulating Every moment through space, metabolize the seeds of wealth to let the Dough flow, committing acts of violence and hate crimes against the po-po Double-barreled, handheld bazooka for Sergeant Shitface if you want to start Fronting like you row boat. Blaze that bush, whether your Mary Jane is def or even if it’s so-so. Teasing bitches With ice cubes on their nipple, keep ‘em playing with their yo-yo Athletic pussy like Lisa Leslie and Rebecca Lobo Rock the show from uptown, downtown to Tribeca, Soho Most of these rappers R&B singers like K- -Ci & JoJo, better off harmonizing with Taj Leigh Leigh, and Coco. Thespian thugs, niggas is all Mouth like the Rolling Stones logo, Bianca Jagger Free-jacker, jacking me off in a go-go. Stuff down Their throats, spitting completely bobo, keeping it groovy without The synthetic fucking mojo, got the spot kicking Like a donkey locked up inside a dojo, smack Ralph Lauren, got Tommy Hilfiger picking cotton, rocking Polo Is that so? Niggas stay lifted Bring the biscuit, bring the bitches, bring the mother- -fucking statistics, bring the death certificates Um, don’t forget the four blocks—peace to Fort Knox, where the four stops

Hey there boys and girls! Let me know if yall with me yall I only play the games that I win at And stay the same with more rhymes than theres ways to skin cats As a matter of fact, let me rephrase With more rhymes than ways to fillet felines these days Watch the path of the black one, Super-villain Who wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor Chillin, ready and willin to inadvertantly foil that plan of the rhymers they be whiners like spoiled brats Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose And holds mics like he knows karate body blows Nobody knows the trouble I see from the MPV Fly dirty tailin the bubble eye thirty For the record this is some shit I just thought of yall Its science fiction thats not permissible in no court of law I live to rock mics in 3-D The only reason i seek to stop, to snuff the TV I heard beats, they sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers on a leash like dont let this nigga choke me Hit em with a penny so we could get these peanuts And I thought we was nuts I used to get free cuts They lock Lex Luthor up in Green Haven Since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven Misbehavin rap stars need Listament Call me Mr. Bent, Im at where your sister went, intelligent Used to write and be well spoke Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell- Tell joke This could lead to catastrophe Bout to stop the violence right after these last of three shots from the black bat that got me at headlock Holdin on to sanity by strands of that dreadlock She told me get off, I said Bitch, let me set this shit off so I could get rich Then this shit hit me like the point of intoxication Imma come out and rock this nation Like ox defacing A lot niggas out is rusty like oxidation In this worlds strangest, most dangerous occupation I could do it Im the super like in your building Villain like trife Kinder is in All My Children Plottin, and its sure to pay ends With some real mature womens and some more of they friends And when bad men roll tight Its actual true, like a pack of big Bambu with natural glue Who grip necks of deuce to dukes to triple X He just came in 4-D, follow the ripple effects And itll lead ya right to him Oh snap! Seems weve walked into a trap through rap Zoinks! This place is filled with pretender willies One false move and get broke off like end of Phillies Yes true believers Aint nothing new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uhhhhh... I picture rhyme of the month, two page long Im in it with two gauges and my cape on wrong Son its on, its like a Raekwon tape song With a fleet of superbad bitches, status: Rae Dawn Chong Let me know if yall with me yall Its national and geographic, down to the titty ball I represents MI City yall To my man Wiz doing his unsettling bids You woulda got away if it was not for them meddling kids Mer Fers

Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you? (She looks me direct in the eye And replies) Who cooks for you all? Customers shop, discussioners stop A rich man steps to the clerk, busting her chops “I make more green than algae Loop-de-loops with ice cream scoops now are just nostalgie Because I got coops of well-fed pheasants I made my web presence on the backs of dead peasants I got all types of cash And I’ll talk trash like a hyperspazz ‘til my mouth catches diaper rash” She said, “Can a man remain posh Without being brainwashed? Is it really all web sites, tennis whites, and playing squash? What a jerk, was he trying to flirt?” As the clerk got back to work, another guy went berserk A crazy guy with a paisley tie And one glass and one lazy eye came in His brain was spongy Grade D lunch meat Held together with a scrunchy Wait til you find out what he said “If y’all are so destitute How come you’re dressed so cute? Sometimes it’s best to toot My own horn About my idiosyncrasies I video pink pussies I shoot my own porn Cause it’s wrong to rape a slut It’s wrong to penetrate the paper cut Where an origami truck scraped her butt I’m pacing and passionate Cause my cupcake had hash in it Look, a dopey fairy Is chasing a doggy topiary I’m’a help her with catching it! Im outta here” The clerk, she just rolled her eyes You could say he told her lies But she’ll let any old tramp in Nothing sold is no surprise And they’re lampin At the Anarchist Bookstore Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you all? As the clerk worked on a blurb about herb Another berserker jumped in off the curb Wearing a metal mask “May I help you?” she, unsettled, asked “Outside there’s an army of Metal Faces And in several cases They’re ready to dead all shtetl places This is it Adults’ll need protection.” She said, “Yeah, but what changes when you’re done? Nothing. Like the results of an election.” He said, “Oh, so I should just call it off? Go back to the house, douse the Molotov?” Listen, You want to see our city in flames Cause you’re full of pity and blame You just want the freedom to sit at home and play videogames Maybe we could drain some ingrained aggression If you came for a training session” He said, “I don’t want to volunteer I’m calling y’all in here To flash some sack And smash the Mac And get outside, it’s action-packed I don’t know if you are, but all of you look poor Now let’s leave the Anarchist Bookstore Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you all? (She looks me direct in the eye And replies)

Peace! This is the one Subroc Chillin here, with my partners And theyre about to do, the Gas Face, rebuttal Yeah, quite subtle His name is Zev Love X Hes gonna kick it next And Ima kick it like this A Gas Face, can either be a smile or a smirk When appears, a monkey wrench to quirk ones clockwork A jerk threw a wrench, I thought it missed Made me so pissed, I felt a ball in my fist To drive to place a blister on that certain mister Thats one more on my list of scrubs lined up to kiss The very X on my Swatch watch ticker Every second on the second, I kick a rhyme to wreck it Every minute, catchin the bag, Im finna skin it One of the more than one ways it pays to stay in it to win it Mic is riffin, think Im gonna pay my bill still? On your grill, you gets a Gasface Refill Ill, I hit and bend, whats up to style The owner of the hand, I never ran a mile In your shoes, sang blues with the so-called jewels You claim no lose if you choose to snooze Youre just another Gasface Victim Yeah, whos next? My man Yo hes gonna kick it His name is Onyx And Ima bust it like this Well, if the face fits, take it, eventually you have to make it If someone states that word is bond and then break it See, my word is bond that I shall never dye my hair blonde Cause of my culture am I fond Its not the goal to give the Gas Face The goal is to uplift the whole soul race But if you step to this brother, thinkin punk is to peace Its a sad one Check yourself, keep a gas mask handy Then shall you dig, youll find it dandy To never leave home without it cause theres not a doubt about it That youll end up short in this sport, so resort To a wise way of thinkin, never sleep, not even blinkin Never start sinkin in the old mans quicksand And if you fight, for others in the cause Then the gas face is truly yours Yeah, signed and sealed Onyx, the birthstone kid Yeah, I like that, one more time Ill tell you what - one more time, like this Set up correct with the effect The second of two episodes I recollect Twas not to dismiss a myth, with the stamp of approval And the super common blue eyes respect, what the heck? In the steps of the King Solomon who used a jin To clear his whole temple from within Does make my head spin, when one dares to question How one learns a lesson, you guess it turns... A smile to a frown, from a smirk to a chuckle Knowledge of self, a gas mask with a buckle Here rides the clan, this land with gas chamber Here to threat and bring sweat to the stranger That old serpent had the gall Saying that he knew how I felt, yet and still, hes living tall Yeah thats a laugh but surely well trick him Flip the coin, make him a Gas Face victim! Yeah, once again Thats how we kicks it, for 80-deca Yeah, guess the B-Side wins it, yknahmsayin? Yeah but who gets the Gas Face this time? No Gas Face for SD-50 No Gas Face for Plugs One, Two and Three No Gas Face for Michael and Peter No Gas Face for the Brand Nubians Preacher Porkchop {Another Gas Face victim} For all the Uncle Toms {Another Gas Face victim} What about the New York cabbies {Another Gas Face victim} Yo what about J Quest the weird boy {Another Gas Face victim} No Gas Face for the Ansaars on the Ave No Gas Face for Frukwan the God Yeahhh no Gas Face to {?} the S.O.I No Gas Face for my man D-Black No Gas Face for the engineer Ganz No Gas Face for the Nubian Nation Yeah, but uhh, what about that dude {?} The {?} {Another Gas Face victim} {babbling}

Keep your guns, keep your cuffs, keep your laws off me Its enough, all of your thoughts are just lost on me So keep your monkey suits, keep your monkey paws off me They try to keep me in the dark, it just dawned on me Tell your queens, tell your kings, keep their pawns off me They try to waltz on my scene, blame their faults on me But Im a shark, sardines, keep those jaws off me My inner McNultys trying to breathe, youre throwing Rawls on me The worlds a sewer, keep your shit off me But what to do, when my heroes fucking spit on me Everybody is a Yoda, they just piss me off They think theyre wise, all they fucking do is sit on me Keep the God, King, Pope, keep the state off me And before you take me on, whats your take on me? You think Im a beast? Keep the wooden stakes off me Im not the devil, man, Im goddamn lovely Stop bugging me Off and on Off and on, and on and off Youve got rhymes coming my way, you better call them off Or youll find out my words arent horribly soft Hitting your chest, asbestos, youre going to cough And do you motherfucking realize what its going to cost? Youre getting lost in the words Im getting across And I know, losing ones mind is a hell of a lose At least your thoughts will be lighter when youre bearing the cross Me and the mics like Calvin and Hobbes You better shut your ugly mugs and allow me to talk From the top of my lungs, speaking loudly enough Holding my balls while Im at it, speaking proudly and blunt Cause all you, cowardly fucks and you powerless cunts I want to season you in salt and devour you fucks Youve got like a 24 hours, then I Bauer you up The best flow youve heard this minute, year, or a month Off and on

Yo, Subroc, yo put that right there for me. Yo! Yo! Yo dude I know you did it, open the door for me, get the door... Ah, what up what up what up what up. Ayo Busta, I want yall to meet my man, the man of Mr. Piocalles, man. His name is Mr. Hood. Yo, Busta, Mr. Hood, Subroc Onyx, the birthstone kid, man, how you feeling. Yeah, I know, I know my man I still be driving that car, right? Ayo, just make yourself at home, pull up a crate, and chill with the posse, and have a seat to relax. Aw, this nigga coming asking for wine. Nah, I aint got no beer, but I got two, two Goya Nectars, know what Im saying, that... Ahahah, I knew my mand be snapping yours, should I get this man? Should I get this man? Hol up, I know they know them teepee shirts you got on. Yo, pull your waist up or the shirt down cause that shirt is too small. And where is the tiger? Where is the tiger? Wheres the tiger on that... Whats the question, what what? Toothbrush? Tooth paste! Black as your gums is, you talking about toothbrush, yo, go brush your jammies, G You best to go suck out the Crest Master Pump Slippers? Boy, these is Clarks! They aint got nothing on-- too small? Nah nah nah, very cheap? Yo Id rather be walking in these, than pedaling that big hooptie you got outside, you aint got nothing on these, G I know its a late model Ford, late T Ford Id rather be pimp-strutting on hot black tar Yeah, but thats late too, aint it Yo, I know he aint just dissed my mother. I know he aint just dissed my mother! My man, get no skins, you only had one girl, whats her name? Whats her name? Yeah, Monique Bradley You got burned from her, it does matter, and you better get a cut, cut some of that Peachfuzz right off the side of your head Yo, yo lets get outta here, man, yo Yo, before you leave, see this man right here. Let Subroc do you some justice, let him catch a dome, please, please! Later? What?! Now!

Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggas stuck together On some Siamese shit... yo Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rot with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for props, in the cops face, might get knocked up Jakes that play hero, they can get popped up Face fallin off they cheekbone, gotta take meat From they ass, to sew it back, Im a beast, homes Its ground beef, in the streets, so we squeeze chrome Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heats blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting, classic cutting You keep stunting, them gem starll rip something Look homey, its the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck Niggas emptied on son, and left em leaning right in Valeries truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy They found him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still going Driver’s side door wedged open, the window was broken Glass fragments shredded his grill, his collar was soaking He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease Cops comb the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant Was the first to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished DeWayne Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties Stopped being brolic, V.A. drivers license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonias son was found dead with two in his dome This be the birds eye view of things, look how we doing things We stick niggas up and we take they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man Wherever we broke in, Theodore, pulverize Boat rides and tours, smashed em in the crib with they coke in they straws Dudes step off the scene, black face and four-four The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with Got gats stashed in motels and stacks by the hundreds I dont ask if I want it, my attitude is run it I dont ask if I want it, my attitude is run it, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses Anything else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggas Other men despise, you can see the venom rise My nine leaves them tenderized, I dont need my men to ride Im in the moshing squad, beside the car thats highly energized Been advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel inside Brawl with it in me, put it on my enemy Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige Play with the biscuit, dick, dont even risk it I, snatch up my misses, and dash on the interstate

Looks dont count better off judg— I wanna, I wanna, I wanna— Motherfucker, its my goddamn honor To eat a sucka MC like a hot lamb döner Respect rook check dope blind dialectic Took the perspective of open-minded skeptic Where your skepticals looks dont count Better off judgin by rhymebooks and sheer amounts And work backwards from there Angle of attack on a track was like a spear through the clear air tongue-click Whats your status? Its don status Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness Cause we like Villain you must be out your taboggin hoggin its a horror Eatin MCs like theres no tomorrow starvin Welcome to the club registration We be waitin right here collectin off our nations revelation Sensations of latter day saints Immortalized in black splattered spray paint, Faint Aint live and direct and kept his eye on the game Like SpyTec Mic check Villain get booted out your online school Student got straight-up As in divine rule Quicker than a sleight of hand like, Damn Telepathy and telekinesis faster than InstaGram See what he said, layin his wood, get paid is at From the States to your estate flat, aint that

{beatboxing in the background} Boring... same ol Sunday type shit Man, kinda boring Hey you, kid! Yeah you Ahh what are you listenin to in that there Walkman huh? (The new Gas Face rewroted by K.M.D Its kind of funky with a lot of bass) Yeah but I bet you wonder where they got the bass from huh? Dont care? Well let me you this story Go on now, let him tell you this story Friday, I believe it was a payday Onyx, Subroc and myself goes out of subway To catch the X train, the drums roll Brooklyn Plan was a night of intense hookin We enter the club, where we hooked til we drop When stopped, to exit, I spoke of this prop Talked about her bouncing guns The word buns was on the tip of my fun swing {All at once!} Approached this big fat seven foot.. {Ill teach you to talk to my girl!} Said the hood Sub and I geesed, Onyx sped up the block And it was fast, I looked back and Fats was headlockin him I was clockin, about two blocks per minute And then I thought, that voice theres somethin definitely familiar in it Not long did I cram From the lows, I knows it was the 808 Man Thump... thump... THUMP! They heard the.. {Eight-oh-eight} {MAN!} Clockin crazy mileage like a 60-deck of math Ducked into an alley like on Kickdrum Ave Stopped and told Sub, but Sub was stumped I said do you recall the bass that thumped In the Jeeps of the streets, as the pedestrian bops? Heard with vocals where any hip-hop beat drops Yknow the bass fool! {And everything happened as it did before} But Sub wasnt passin it To escape harassment, I booked like a crook Out of sight, all my mics was took Conscience eatin me, my boys hooked in Hook Off the 808 Man, so I peeps to look No immediate danger did I see myself in Watchin round the block thinkin Ehh, whos missin him? Onyx was headlocked and Subroc was half nelsond Think I was wrappin up? Man, listen Was I? You think I wasnt?! Man I was petri-scared stiff! I was thinkin about my cousin Enus, if he asked me once He asked me a dozen times to go bowlin with him But still I wasnt runnin from the Bass, Man as he walked up Then from the back of my thoughts I forked up The teachings of Mr. Hood And I began to recall when suddenly it dawned on me Lesson one - if a sucker tries to come, let him come By then the hood was up on me Lesson two was to recite the words you cant do me none Even though you might be bluffin, its nothin Follow procedure and sure nough, no doubt Left that seven foot fat hood whupped out Lesson three said a keeper of a hood is his brotherhood As we helped him up he said Damn! You sure pack a punch, I had a hunch you was a hood Well if you ever need bass, hook up with the 808 Man Say word Man tried to get me to throw hands, I had to go HU HUH! Yeah check it out yo, yo thats a tight headlock true indeed Yeah, the half nelson got me in a neck brace Yeah, but kid you know where they got the bass from now? Yeah yeah word But Ill tell you what Ill give you this exclusive K.M.D. album tape, unreleased! Yo yo, dont let nobody dub it, dont let nobody dub it Dont let somebody dub it, youll get funked Now scram, or 808 Manll do ya Now get up out of here, you thumpty-hump dump head Yeah yeah, just scram, scram Get out of here {Man} ... {Man}

So if you, say Lets say you meditate with the OM chant It takes a radio to do that Bishop and umm Metal Fingers Doom You follow that? Ok Bishop, lets go, roger The human ear only hears between 20 and 20,000 hertz OM Hey what are you doing man, hey what are you doing Come on quit messing around Listen Ill pay man Ill pay Hey, not me, man Yeah you Hey quit messing around come on Trust me Yelling Were retarded, thats right retarded That wasnt funny man In the same way we can human voices our music on radio waves and the speed of light, we can send our own dialogue Its hard to meditate to the OM chant when your neighbor is blasting frequencies of and And all that you speak about, he taught us how to tone that out

One-two- mic check in my left and right On your go Song battle, calm shadows Walk narrow, trapped in the small babble raps And the longer , wrong channel Seawater, piece upon your dream What you see is stars, tree bark Mark, its from the green-eyed starship The lone man on the planet has Walking on the land of the suffocated astronauts The gladiator and the Lancelot Dancing in the parking lot Prancin and romancin in the camera shot Big, dark sandal Trip bombs, half the plot Jigsaw, the fist caught and activated trap locks You can not stab the mascot The man laughed off, stabbed the abdomen and yelled Jackpot! Wore the tore colors of the ascot Poor form to hacksaw, earthworm had to crawl Warn poor brothers in the Cold War summer Ukraine babes play wars in Russia Example of the wax told, actual around post Mantle hassle factual lack of votes, backstroke Artificial, not natural Coffin ritual in South Africa with poisonous tarantulas Boisterous animals, larger life egos, not my amigos I love humble people

I step out the saloon, about a quarter to noon Might as well have been a quarter to DOOM Strapped with my six-shooter, next to my six pack My sawed-off, slung over my right shoulder, hung on my back Heavy artillery weigh down my belt strap Ain’t gon be no killing me without the clack clacking crack Of the hammer slamming down into action On the chest of any courageous brave soul Who wanna come test The West Select the weapon you want But don’t mess with the best We promise we can lay ‘em to rest Make sure they sleepin’ in a closed casket With skills that’s, obviously, the most murderous I paint the bullseye, just show me the target There’s a vest that can stop this Ain’t been invented yet If I got ya in my sights, it’s a fair bet The back of your shirt’s probly wet And it ain’t just sweat! Chorus: Ya life on the line with your rep High noon, fight to the death Don’t bring no knives, no fists MF Doom: Squatting, proper aim Laying on the strong beer Matching pair o nickel six poppers thrown in our gear See a pure Iroquois To feed black bellies seeds in need .44’s before the black talons, black stallions Back o wagon’s rations holding for the cash in What’s the haps, bust the caps It’s a rap attack, factor that it could be a trap crack Catch him at the river bed, nakedly wretched Blood’ll flow downstream as they shiver, better check it I’ll be up ahead aways Hold your fire, stay out the light Stagecoach wide open, something ain’t right Shot in the back, felt two hot leds enter me Enter 12 shells, horse fell Sent Hell, six enemies Surrounded by militia, they ‘bout to unmask me Lastly blew her a kiss and made plan B gasted blasphemy Chorus: Ya life on the line with your rep High noon, fight to the death Don’t bring no knives, no fists

Nine to Five to stay alive What is that? What the fuck is that?! Dont hurt me again  Dont hurt me again Dont hurt me again Dont hurt me again, baby Listen, listen, listen We will be here forever. Do you understand? For ever! For ever and ever, and ever and ever {MF DOOM} Tried to outrun er The Chikungunya had em leg-locked Stunned slipping out of bed-cot Head hot, ready not Wait a cotton-pickin minute, carver bitten by a armor, shouda rid er as a larva Stuck in the system like the best tape ate up Under pressure like under investigation straight up No chaser, ask for it like the victim First time she kissed him was the worst time she dissed him Bet your bottom wad of Washingtons woulda squashed it then Now hes like a hostage in the box, needing oxygen Breathe it in, came up out the swamp lands Conquered fans, clap your feet, stomp your hands Loose cannon, wasnt wrapped too tight, hair trigger A tendency to bust at the slightest tap, yeah n- Gold dropper, live round size nine Sometimes a mind of her own, sometimes a hive mind Thuggin, screamin, fug the police With they brain on bugs in a hot pan with no grease Keep your toes crossed, clothes off, rose quartz, so warm Yet still so cold, soon as she step foot Queen like that of Hatshepsut , showed her what the dick was Sure to satisfy with more nuts than a Snickers does Love is a battlefield, scarred like Benetar Its all fair in lust and war ma, ven aca Caught up in the crossfire like Binaca blast Cockblockers hatin like its not gonna last the low like Lee Roth from the tee-off Till she brought a blade to his knees squeeze soft Cursed be the gin Be sure to bring the juice, lord, they thirsty as sin If this is the end, she worked at a ten Remember when we was just friends, then? Between the sheets Splash the beat, squirt skeet with the pen See em in the streets

Villain got banished Refused out the U.S., he ain’t even Spanish Oaxacado, sock with a hole, toe Miss the mean streets of LA, a pothole pro The gold, though, in the nick of time To kick a slicker rhyme, do your face like knickin’ a line No, not deported Be a little minute before things get sorted Known to get money, never got caught, kid Escape with a soft skid, short bid Knock on wood, dope for plastic Rock so hood, hope on spastic Put it on the Ritz Put your bullshit facial recognition on fritz I’m afraid you’re sadly mistaken BING! Spit it like a bad piece of bacon Take the bread Even if you gotta lay down on the ground and fake dead Grab that, way out the habitat Where the rabbits is at, far from the lab rats Man’s right to know Contemplate that as these hands write the flow It ain’t done yet He’ll let ya know some of the results come sunset ‘Til then, pack ya bowl Jack it to ya crack hoe with the black soul, coal Tune the diamond Just so ya know it ain’t some buffoon rhymin’ Hey, watch ya tonsils End up in the hospital, not responsible Bust that gizzard Then start to think how it ain’t worth the risk – is it? Third degree black belt flow Whoop his monkey ass ’til the track felt slow Melt snow, now that’s gold Blowin’ ‘em, make funds, wow, that’s cold Stole on ‘em, throws them dice Cool ‘em down, set to overflow with flow with ice, like Liquid nitrogen, ain’t no wins Macro to Micro, begin, into your skin Villain strikes again Equivalent to hundred-thousand milligram Vicodin Not for nothin’ Your guess is worth more Barefoot, doin’ Rick James on a dirt floor Dirt poor, like don’t get your shirt tore, boy Crown of thorns, chain made of razorblades Gallon adorn homemade blazer suede ‘Bout to retire Sit up somewhere in the sun and breath fire That includes tipsy gettin’ We get it in like your big fat gypsy wedding No more thuggin’ But don’t think you won’t get slapped kid, you buggin’ It’s all love, rhyme with more dough Remind me of the fine wine time, raw flow Not to interrupt But anybody else notice time’s speeding up? Make your local police worry monthly And won’t be nowhere nears your country Grown, and got no time for ‘em Naps on his belly, do not hold onto iPhone Bitches don’t knock me, slack jaw Don’t speak Afrikaans, Cockney, or patois Alhamdulillah, last off the corner Only thing in this is blastin’ off on Warner Super Villain, smooth sicko Why oh why did I leave that Veuve Clicquot? That’s not up for debate Be straighter than straight off a big gulp of V8 If she wasn’t so bent She’d know how the camel got it’s nose in the tent Please, enough’s enough Don’t get snuffed with the key to the cuffs Gs on your bluffs… Keys to the cuffs… Please, enough’s enough!

The man who turns masses into addicts like opium The fishbone braid-bearer taking all hope from him Trying to rise higher than deep fryers and sodium Im tired like weak thighs standing at this podium Im winning on the road, took dice and I loaded em Now the self-loathing loner is overthrowin em About to run em over like I poured soda to the brim Got a high motor, I know Im the cremè de la cremè now women wantin the Jägers When I be writing these rhymes. they be feeling it all within Like its pain in an organ Im growing like pain in an orphan Like the rangers got power when Im morphing I leave em all mourning, from night to the morning I be up like an awning while theyre throwing shade, I be yawning So keep talking, youre never gonna stop me Like I got pantsed, Bishop too damn cocky Of course they try to block me but it be like theyre 53 They physically incapable to tame a kid in my league They tryna sleep, Im making noise Its the beast of the east and the voice of the voiceless Learn to keep poise around all of the poison And now Im making an imprint like embroidering They wanna build and really be destroying I cant feel em so I been avoiding My plans sealed in, they aint ever spoiling I been cooking up hot like the pot boiling My mind heavy, your mind is confetti light You very tight, and Bishys spotting like its cellulite Cellulite on these CDs, EPs, and the mic Tell em hype like a senator, quarterback from the spike Im hella nice and it comes from me thinking like lonely nights My only fight is with the mind and the silence is overhyped Only like what my heart do, its your temple Then my art too, thats why I move as sharp as a harpoon Like a dark moon, Bishy tunin, gettin stiller Been killer, my pill is realer Its my shot, Im feeling Reggie Miller Its knock down for three, thats the game sealer Got the touch, you out of luck Im seeing through your new concealer Feel Im the iller but uneasy as I leave the villa Usually my confidence is obvious and Im the killer A whole iller package, passive but backin it They say that he average, Im laughing, Im not jacking it Doing magic, you moving savage, cant interact with Bish Guess you catch the drift These cats wack and live and miss

Cause brothers looking like a criminal is probable cause So if you black, you need to know all the applicable laws I got a cop in my head and he stay on the beat On duty 24 hours every day of the week And when he blow his little whistle, I restrict myself And when Im walkin in New York, I stop and frisk myself And when its time to make arrests, I dont resist myself Cause if I saw me in a lineup, I might pick myself I ride clean but I still feel like Im filthy as sin Cause I was raised thinkin brown is the guiltiest skin I got a cop in my head, so all the laws are inside me Put on my turn signal, aint nobody behind me I buy weed with my cop and thats his personal hell Cause weed legal but I still feel like Im going to jail I live alone, making noise so my presence is known Hoping he dont think its a gun when I answer my phone Officer Me Scared of the police, so I police myself Scared of the police, so I police myself Im in custody but when will I release myself? He say it once and I dont make him repeat himself Black has no standing at law Whack, billy club bat to the jaw They got the dogs and the gats at your door If youre smart, get your ass on the floor Yeah, villain within reason No consumption, its pig grilling season Trees in black, white, Indonesian You lackin with no heat and its freezing Now send the cop in your head on a beer run To see him die when he jump out your eardrum Its even better than using a machine gun After all, been dukin him so long, its been a mean run A fleet of cars and three cribs redone Dont touch the lawn and then pay the kid with the green thumb They nervous like first time in a threesome And shoot too early like precum Yeah, pause, seem dumb Sell em to hell, no refund Profiled for a Philly and a down coat Run through your mind, shooting unarmed brown folk Bullcrap, you couldnt get out with cow soap Like a rapper selling his soul and dont sound dope All for naught, in the mall, he got caught Crowd gathered like, Yes, yes, yall, an onslaught Scared of the police, so I police myself Scared of the police, so I police myself Im in custody but when will I release myself? He say it once and I dont make him repeat himself

Please, read from sheets; I am I am Sofa king Sofa king Scared of a bunch of water, then get out the rain Order a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain Then kick a lunghi off the tip of his Timbo And trick a honey dip into a game of strip limbo Odd; he couldnt find no remorse A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse Of course his technique was from a divine source Never knew the price of ice, or what swine cost One guy tried to bite the heat Thats when he discovered the other other white meat Oh! The one they hate so well He sure keeps it psycho like the old Bates Motel They came to ask him for at least some new tracks But only got confronted by the beast with two backs Knock - Mouse is a made man Villain laid it down like the best laid plan Belle the Cat, who the hell is that near the middle Got yall but its not all beer and Skittles Prepare the vittles, got riddles and spittles Crystal clear to the jot, or the tittle Sssst! Its hot off the griddle Came to take the cake whether its a lot, or a little Kaboom; DOOM is nervous large You could tell by his blooming room service charge ... Dark and tall to boot The only thing was wrong was he was bald as a coot Used to rent a van from Peter Pan, the red and tan And keep the human foot for his dead mans hand This was when the mask was brand spanking new Before it got rusted, from dranking all the brew Stanking too, pew Kept all his earnings in the bank and his shoe Spat what he knew, energy for true To all fake rappers, twenty-three skidoo Excuse you, any room in the class front? For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month Doom a human in the Mask, born to stunt Danger zooming past mad fast on the hunt Keep your streets, we got the city neatly conquered Discretely with the CD till they be completely bonkered The fans demanded it, handled it, swallow it His own brand of shit, if only he could bottle it Hmm... Nah, shit could get messy The feds tried to torture him for the secret recipe He said its no use, I only know half No speaka de english, I only do the math ... BZZT! Felt no pain His brain was saturated with cocaine and Rogaine He said - try scan, no thing, three-card dead Fly man go for bling, he got bled I jam over sting, see spots red I am Sofa King, We Todd Ed We, Todd, Ed Now repeat all, very fast, please I am, Sofa King- Faster I am Sofa King We Todd Ed No no, not so fast, loses meaning I am so fucking retarded Hahahahahahaha, you say, funny thing

I could understand it V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic Unhand it! Whoever go after burn they hands and lips A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips Its just another day in the Dunya Dont leave your girl around V he might swoon her Up under the window serenade her like a crooner Stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later Use her to gather data Scoop her in the butter soft moon roof Navigator Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz 116th by the hour from the Africans But they wont let you push em One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him If I wanted to rob him I would have wore a mask Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass Want not, waste not, front not They didnt see him dip into the 50 cent blunt spot V walked the town with space boots, space suits Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute Told the streets What you staring at? The sewer cap opened up and said Why you wearing that? He said Oh you wanna snap, piss-face? The way you be in everybody business is a disgrace! At the park gates Hark who goes there? Its V, the MC whos nasty as nose hair You may go He said You should have been say so! Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso There you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed And please keep it moving twice the speed Consider that your fair warn Or else Ill bring it to ya express like airborne Always hope that you remember What we have is strong and tender In the middle of the madness Hold on Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat And shout out that little bird from the Word on the Street He write VIK in a sick demented handstyle And go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while All he say is You nuts He really had enough of poo putts and crew cuts Soups on! And I got a coupon Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon He said No! Duck sauce, soy sauce! And this aint no Burger King so you dont get no toy, boss Oh-oh its beer oclock I think Im sober How bout we think this over over a can of King Cobra You aint nicer than the lunatic sheister AKA the Vikster, or the Vikmeister He wonders should he get a baldie Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde That is the question They wonder why he always wear hats in the sessions New drink, named it after Chong daughter Triple shot of gnac with a chaser of bong water V a strong supporter Triple shot of gnac with a chaser of bong water Always hope that you remember What we have is strong and tender In the middle of the madness Hold on Reed Richards: Clothed in a suit of invulnerable armor, and possessing the worlds greatest secrets of science and magic, he returned to his homeland to become the absolute monarch of the Kingdom of Latveria, and there he has remained, scheming, dreaming, planning, plotting his mad campaign to conquer the entire world.

You better have your pencils ready! Number two! Its time to enter the mental frame center Locked hour glass, flash sense a sensor Offenders never cross... mad spectors Only mentors get pass to the last set of sectors Adventures open doors, locked by laws To simple plan leaves the common man lost A force and a toss, tape decks on pause But itll never stop the world from its hectic cause Electro is back by set time codes A road glass mash this track when froze Leave half frequencies in track peak modes Transmitting tracks and quarter inch jacks Only abstract message penetrates slacks on dats Encoded by MF DOOM wax Thatll go back on titanium slipmats Out in the Everglades forever paid rockin Blue Blockers Maracas to the beat on her two knockers This go out to the Yodas, Chewbaccas Tube sock who sure to chase it use two vodkas Theres no ID test question is less stressin Do you need a chess lesson? Keep the rest fessin after they best guessin After yes yesn, after party at the Best Western Turn the beat up, meet up with Big IZ, its big biz Like computer wiz beat up big kids A man ho out in Orlando He about to flow or rock a banjo on the Man Show Yall cant go, its really not a comp thing MF stomp and leave out like swamp thing Flip quick like a fresh fax contract Niggas bite bigger than they bark black Shark attack! I check landscapes when I awake and I states Dont eat rare steaks, Doom break bread with fake mates On off dates, I still work til dawn breaks When it comes to stress, yo I got mad weight Troubles on my mind, we will save it a rhyme Mic been held captive many a times Sometimes hard to find, but it has survived A thin line of hate and flakes and fake crimes Gangsters, thugs, and cornball emcees Taken for granted what I work hard to free From greed a seed pass into deep seas Out of the land of the fourth pharisees False idols I got thum checkin for their vitals No come dub subtext and subtitle Insight awe, I prescribe Mydol To the bloated rappers who do bite all

Oh, man, Vik? Oh, Vik—yeah, hes this young cat that He had this thing down pat, he knew what he was doing So, you know, he do his thing Younger cat though, good good dude though Uh, I hear Viktor—Viktor doing somethi’g with, with, uh, with the Insomniac crew Yanawha I mean? Ah, shit, I dont really know To me he gone do it, Id love to hear it though Vik is a nasty young MC Well, Vik is, you know, to me his shit is like Man—how can I describe Vik? Vik—you know, DOOM come out, DOOM, guys a rapper, whatever But, Vik—a lot of people compare DOOM to Vik—or Vik to DOOM—vice-versa Now the villain everywhere, yo, the Villain is you, the Villain is me, the Villain is you But then Vik, he earns his own rights, you know wha im sayin? And now hes doing his thing, and he got his own little niche, like people know the difference between the two Like I respect that, you cant beat that. Priceless

For a perfect high five, keep your eye on the elbow Whether bro hug or handshake I never can tell, though You had me at hello, Jinx, you owe me a coke! I said it first but my homie is broke No I said it first, jerk,” chill, its only a joke I trace todays status back to the face tat I asked for a lace pattern and got a placemat Embrace the problem or its a race to the bottom Grown man thinks he can own land A bone hand emerges from the stone sand Disturbed burial ground carry around spirits’ silence, a scarier sound Update, guts to wait, cut bait? Stay put, gray soot, take a pay cut Each time I put my rhyme book away Im struck with another line hook to say Fellas, if you invest in yourself and got a big breasted heifer blessed with good health dressed like the help, say ow! Oww! Say ow ow! Oww! Ladies, if you understand a better worlds possible and wonder if man is the number one obstacle, say hoo! Hoo! Say hoo! hoo! Hoo! Animals, if you love global warming and pee on the ground until you see ovals forming, say moo! Moo! Say moo, oink! Moo! Drugs, if youll get me high just this one time and wont have me out committing gun crime, say something Something! Say something, something Something Bugs, if youre old school mesozoic, please go explain how you stayin so stoic, say bzz! Bzz! Say bzz, bzz Bzz! Children, if you reject fake apologies and know it takes policy to save wrecked ecology, say yeah! Snocch-hew, snocch-hew Now snore Before you wake up, keep your eyes closed You can control your dreams, fly, get over highs lows, try prose Even if you master rhymes, if you stick to what youre good at, you wont last through time The person you like best dont always make the best friend When yes you question their loyalty, spend less time with them Before you lament the lack of corner office, remember youre a former crawfish By existing youre accomplished The 99.99999% is too big to fail The game is rigged, throw the pigs in a jail Please dont call it a poetry jam or else Ima have to go totally ham The dude abides, a beautified smile despite feeling rude inside The true face surfaces like a magic eight balls Word, its us who controls our tragic fate, yalls I swear to god, if everybody scared of oddity embraced death, theyd be spared the rod Ima ask today to be as if tomorrow I could pass away Let me see what my artist mask has to say Get your dreams off life support Do some things to make your wife contort I love em mean n tall and nice n short I dont believe people are humbled by victory I believe people are humbled stumblin round liquor-free 90% of showin up is slowin down I been round New York town since everyone I knew had a 212 number that you didnt have to dial While you construct your brand with a hot glue gun Here I come to pave the way, till Im a boss must shave the gray My favorite phrase: dont give up Ive seen a lot of stuff disappear and reappear 40 years old on Earth, but measure me in penis tears So right-brained, I might frame light out of sequence here Maybe if I balance it all out, itll seem more clear If its all the same to you, then lets look at it from the angel view Ima do what I came to do, what I say comes true What do you know about pedestrian barriers? While you cry goodbye to equestrian carriers The crossed heart is a lost art Commit to your shit, give it a boss start The psylocibin style o vibin The elephant in the room is the gaping chasm, shaking spasms, scraping bottom Only community can make things happen We must ourselves be living documents When the Constitutions dying at the stake There’s tickets to the arc and its icin on the cake When we set sail, piers be crying at the wake My got-up-and-went got a percent so my get-up-and-go sped up the flow Some unsolicited advice: charge twice as much and you get as much to hug and kiss that give the kids goodnight Its a cryin shame, enter the lions mane to the science game Backwards labcoat like a smock Grok, fur trim, heard him? True fact, from new jack to legend in less than a billion seconds

DOOM and Fuzatis no loser Ya win some, ya lose some, ya cant win em all In pinball between him and yall, its a thin Berlin wall He aint tryin to hear it, better luck next time Yeah thats the spirit, wrote the check for a dime I hate to see the management percentage Or even his rent to live, the whole gigs tentative Before he got suspended, teacher warned him Get something to fall back on You cant depend on just a wack song As long as he contact Fuzati, he got a chance But wont be coppin no Ducati with that advance He couldnt get a Maserati keychain Kinda makes him wanna pull a Kamikaze peabrain Snap out of that dry eyes wet pen Beat the crap out of cat and tell him try try again If at first you dont suck, lets not spoil it Villain get a shot at a guest spot and soil it Despot of your desktop toilet Better come with your best plot, hell foil it And throw a wrench fast, did he mention French class Every time a wench pass, fresh stench of ass Itll take some gettin used ta They say he got his metal mask from a booster Its no clues ta, DOOM the karate blow boozer And Fuzatis no loser x2 Javais déjà ce style étant enfant Looser I had this style ever since I was a child Looser Je suis l’autre homme invisible Celui sur qui il n’y aura pas de série Et dont les gens ne se rendront compte qu’il est mort Qu’en sentant sur son palier comme une odeur de chair pourrie Au foot, personne ne voulait me passer la balle Tant mieux ! Cela m’a entraîné à courir après le vent Le bonheur sait où j’habite mais il ne vient pas très souvent Lorsqu’il s’ennuie Dieu écrit des symphonies de souffrance Pour les entendre il suffit que j’approche mon oreille De la bouche d’une femme me disant qu’elle m’aime sincèrement Ce qui ne l’empêche pas de coucher avec ce type régulièrement Marre de tirer des thunes pour essayer de tirer des filles Envie de prendre un flingue en criant pendant que je tire en l’air Couchez-vous toutes, bande de putes ! C’est l’heure du missionnaire ! Là, je viens je revêtir ma combinaison de macho Je ne l’aime pas trop, je crois que l’étiquette me gratte Pourtant la mettre est le seul moyen que j’ai trouvé Pour que certaines acceptent de venir chez moi et de se mettre à quatre pattes Dans la vraie vie je suis romantique et même sincère Ce sont des maladies et j’espère qu’elles s’opèrent Ou à la table familiale il manquera bientôt un couvert Je lui ai dis je t’aime, mais elle n’était pas d’accord Avec ou sans moi le film de sa vie sera toujours hardcore Ne pleurez pas pour moi, j’étais déjà mort x2 Javais déjà ce style étant enfant Looser I had this style ever since I was a child Looser

Here it goes, the juice Aggghraagh Well, well find out Yeah, ya know its- its funny how a nice kid like that gets to be a gunman Yeah, haha You all dug him once! Because you are hipped that he was solid How can you now come on so square Now that hes tapped out of this world And all of you cats are goofed to wig city we sure is You see this right Wreak havoc, beep beep its mad traffic Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick He see as just another felony drug arrest Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test Slug through the vest... Shot in the street For pulling heat on a father whose babys gotta eat And when they get hungry, it aint shit funny Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money Now, whos the real thugs, killers and gangsters? Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again There will be the chopped off heads of Leviathan My friend, they call em strangers Anybody talk to him end up in some danger Cant reform em They pray four times a day, they pray five Who ways is strange when its time to survive Some will go of they own free will to die Others take them with you when they blow sky high Whats the difference? All you get is lost children While the bosses sit up behind the desks It cost billions to blast humans in half, into calves and arms Only one side is allowed to have bombs Its like making a soldier drop his weapon Shooting him, and telling him to get to stepping Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion Same game You cant reform em

Might have to do some fancy punching but we can do it I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And dont wanna take em back I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And dont wanna take em back Some M-er F-ers dont like how Sally walk Ill tell yall fools its hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nickname for nibble and tibble nibble metal fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans Only gin and Tang, guzzled out a rusty tin can Me and this mic like yin and yang Clang! Crime dont pay, listen youth Its like me holdin up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck she was uncouth Spittin all out the sun roof through her missing tooth She has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce I turned it up faster than a speeding knife Strong enough to please a wife Able to drop todays math in the 48 keys of life Cut the crap far as rap Touch the mic and get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealin What the devil? He on another level Its a word! No, a name! MF, the Supervillain! He cleans his mask with gasoline, they after him Last seen pulling a chick like a fiend pull a fast one Cant put shit past him Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him Retarted in real life, on the mic Rain Man Stand close to his main man like a a chain gang Who give a fuck about who or they weak crew Thats no mystery like Hardy Boys would do with Nancy Drew Sorta wear her drawers down quarter The extorter bring slaughter like Well I oughta Suggest you hand over the formula doula A villan in your land, in his land a ruler Hard hitting like puffing a woola with Lieutenant Uhura Every day feel like its a off day for Ferris Bueller Niggas pull heat to prove they not sweet No matter how you spell it, you still got beats to catch the I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And dont wanna take em back I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And dont wanna take em back

My nickname is the M-U-S to the I-C Man Good morning World What you doing on the corner girl? Up with you, in the cribs where I want to curl Cause you look so good, its a crying shame Imma make a U-turn, come back around, try again Tryna see if maybe I can get another glance Blew the first one, maybe get another chance Every car that roll by, cats is peepin at you Some are rolling down their windows and they beepin at you They all flirtin, tryna offer you a lift to work But every dirt just really want to lift your skirt I know you wishing this busd come the hell along So fly you was born with propellers on Amazing Grace in my face like the famous hymn You looked at me, thinking I was same as him Nah wait, I just want to take you on a date You know, wine in the glass, food on the plate Supermom, tired of putting on the cape I could tell from your face that you want a break I could see that you really need a vacation So Im circlin the block, trying to make haste Great taste, I could tell youre not a cheap date But this cop keeps telling me to keep straight He dont know we got a date with destiny This construction on the road is really testin me I just cant wait til I get back to you Long as you know that Im trying to get to you Whats it like to have the whole world barkin at you? Dudes should be talkin to you but they talkin at you I just need to keep my eyes on the road But Im thinkin bout them caramel thighs a la mode See, look how you put a guy in beast mode I made a wrong turn; damn man the street closed Im just trying to make it back to the bus stop See if I could pick you up like a dust-mop And I know everyday you got a dead guys Before they ever get a word in edgewise Im at the red light, half a block away I see the bus turn off of Rockaway This is not how I thought that it was gonna end I guess Im left to sit here wondering And as you get on the Number 10 I think about us and everything we couldve been

MF DOOM & MF Grimm - “Dragon’s Blood + Cayenne = 1000 Degrees” “There they go: the clown and the two thugs” “Hey” MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF Grimm is hard as hell Murder anybody, I don’t care who you tell I bust shells, they all fell World domination started sitting in my cell Potential, kinetic, only time tell Pressing up units for more to make ‘em sell Messing up universe, fractal cause chaos Communicate with the dead, Grimm is in a seance Don’t take it personal. This is strictly business, kid Nosy niggas wanna hang around, we’re killing witnesses We’re into torture, have you tied up, hollering Bleed, let you die slow, in Heaven, hovering Face my adversaries, every confrontation conquered and Faces of my adversaries, mutilation, severed and Traces of my adversaries exist, it’s like they never did Other cases involving Percy Carey, yes, I did a bid Dream what the Feds feel, war, pistol-whipping pigs Old toupee type, Grimm’s probably twisting wigs Not a stranger to getting hands dirty, clothes bloody Either mine or an enemy or a close buddy We’ve come to terms, this the life we lead. Some Burn from it, Lucifer indeed. They Can’t separate their wants from needs. Some Learn from it and try to teach the seeds A new breed coach seeds, supply power. Others throw Salt in the game—let ‘em roast like they’re sunflowers Hail gun power, sparks I sneeze Your style stinks, and I’m Febreze I’m Evahflowin’, so I rhyme for Breeze Then, willing, I rhyme for cheese Manhattan, murdering, lay you down with ease. Manhattan Clam chowder, a thousand degrees. Niggas Nowadays, take your eye off, you’re a goner. If I Think you’re a snitch, then I throw a cup of water on you Hit team, fly through, kill you on your own corners Second team, flight crew, mow ‘em down—that’s how it scatters Some have kids, but when it’s on, it doesn’t matter Defeat that, they’ll hunt you later, the ones now that pitter-patter Hit baby formula, Similac, crack splatter Fox Five covering. Kill reporter, take camera Gun fire? Ducking it, hunted like Al Qaeda Strictly with my mind, choking niggas like I’m Darth Vader Stick me on the crucifix, reappearing days later Fuck Jacob’s Ladder. Time’s changed, use an elevator Life is a struggle, so Day By Day’s the Entertainment Day By Day, we make our moves, so competition hit the pavement Ghetto politicians, recognition, move the crowd, I’m waving Shaking hands and kissing babies, maybe they’ll assassinate me Fully automatic, rapid fire bullets fill me Six Million Dollar Man, stronger they rebuild me A hybrid: Michael Corleone With the perspective of Michael Concepcion, so if You fuck with me, then, nigga, it’s on. With The clock, moving palms with Viktor Vaughn I make it “Rain Blood” with Megalon Brothers in the street know that Grimm’s a don Yes, a made man trapped in a wasteland They know my mind’s a refinery, so they keep an eye on me Change life for comrades before they all die on me I sacrifice mine before they all die on me Double-O-7, tuxedo niggas spy on me Unavoidable, death will occur Niggas left shaken, not stirred On video surveillance, Grimm is blurred Put me under the jail, that’s what they prefer I don’t give a fuck, tuck my gun in my waist Tie my belt tight so it stays in place Get out my chair, crawl up the steps No elevator, so they don’t feel I’m a threat But, believe me, I’ma get ‘em, and that you can bet Think it’s a prank, nothing to see but a knock As he opens the door, I’m on the floor with a Glock Homemade suppressor, so the noise won’t start Most in his face, a few in his heart Without a trace, I slithered down the stairs Upper body strength, I’m back in my chair ‘Cause, when I’m mad, nigga, I don’t care You talk shit from far, I’ma leave you there Reach for your gun, it’s done in vain Grimm ain’t the one, you’ll be left in pain Bullets pollute blood, infect the brain I move fast with Kurious, we’re “Shifting Lanes” Many get jealous ‘cause money we stack Every time they try to kill me, I come right back! “Doc, Doc! Here he comes again! What do we do?!?” Surrender

Long time coming huh Jorge? I gotchu. Hip-Hop to the death Let me tell my story Im the blood from the stone And that stone is Far Rock Home is off Virginia near Cornega and Mott We brought kicks from sneaker steez White tees with creased sleeves To make dough we shoveled snow In the fall wed break leaves Then my pen took its path And I began writing my raps I was kicking it with females In biker shorts and gold caps And Ebony and Mahogany Bring em home to meet my family And when the heads around the way saw me They started dogging me Talking all reckless trynna knock my success Better to climb them stairs instead of project steps See my people in Far Rockaway never seen me more than a block away And when your crew need you How you gonna say no not today? So I got caught between a Rock and hard place But never last place And then we came up with the Gas Face KMD Zev Love X Subroc R.I.P Wed get dissed by chicks and this is the face they gave me Wed drive back to Long Beach with my tank on empty And my my bank on empty I had a quarter for a loosey The Newport I inhaled and exhaled through my nose Dusting the cigarette ash from my clothes then I rose Planning to never be in the same place ever again Being broke was my people but it was never my friend But my love will never die I am what I supply See I am Hip-Hop music and I use it to get by And this culture accepted me for the skin that was on me And then came Step into the A.M. and the Cactus CD And it put me on the course that you see me on today And truth be told I would have it no other way Thats why I say its not a game Hey yo Serch I appreciate you coming through Good looking out yo, yall used to let me get on stage with you Pop goes the weasel So hot that Im diesel Nowadays I couldnt paint this picture better on a easel But back then I didnt know what was truly the prize Soon after Im on tour with Fugees and Nas Such a great honor I wasnt ready I was late pana My whole shit pause like a straight comma I had to search within Take the wrong make it right Mend my broken wings So once again I take flight Now Im free as the wind Dont know where to begin I gather my thoughts every time I breath in Believe in self Give thanks to where its supposed to go Lord knows my beloved Im supposed to flow Dont get a twist between that rap and that street shit Stay on the humble But never on no weak shit Those thinkin otherwise can buckle down and eat dick Get your money, buy a ticket, come see me spit Kurious Jorge See the name in lights Incredible how 20/20 be the hindsight Get your rhymes right Get your minds right This that big purse heavyweight prize fight Get your life right Get your life right This that big purse heavyweight prize fight Persistence always overcomes resistance Is the words of Mr. Magic Not to be confused with the magican, hat tricks Out the bag, look at what the cat done drug in cousin If you dont know, you buggin Theres about to be muggin My brova Jorge is here Swords is clear as I pour beer for years More to share, Cheers Its good to see you back boss Game aint changed since the Crack to Iraq wars Villian, droolin still share his last snack bar Feeding these chirrens with the knack off The black tarts Swervin double lines bubble lines been through Nerve to beat the odds when they against you with a pencil Its all in the mental OOOOH saw what he said? Metal Face DOOM open doors with his forehead click Call it hands-free wireless The burnout plan and the fans be tireless Turns out theres no bluff Pump you punks but kiss the DOOM Dunks like ShoNuff The bottom, pond scum, swallow some To the T-O-P Left for Harlem, what the problem is? Fondle em

Out in the streets You won’t survive with wack-ass beats These days and times Watch how we get Ours with rhymes To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron Who been in to win and blast to the last siren On the slow-mo, the con artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Milošević Anyhoo, how ‘bout them Yankees? Once I leave off-stage, the party people thanks me’s If I may speak freely, nasty Like the freaky-deaky at your local sleazy speakeasy For any fan of the limelight In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite It’s risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale With rappers who’s better off on the cover of Black Tail Jumping Jehoshaphat, who’s that? Who cats Who do magic be like, “Tell me how you do’s that” Heck no. Especially those who cop pleas like Gekko. Let go the mic, do techno. Haha The best’ll bust out laughing at the vet For no reason, you get cussed out like Tourette Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter But, uh, horror play since third grade age Back when we used to play “Bang! Open bird cage” Hip hop Benny Hill, sip Henny straight, get every pennyweight Then he chill. At any rate My Metal Face hoes with tongue or at least eye ring Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing like Kung-Fu fighting, everybody was biting Then the Supervillain struck again like lightning at The same spot . Now what’s the chance of that? And a name drop like pick a name out the hat That’s an old driver from the liver conniver Who vote player out the rap game like Survivor while I Drop degrees like a nerd cat, wheeling on ten-speeds From way back, I spin your back and then freeze While I play high-ball, low-ball to zero So-called rhymers, go call Cleo while I Steal the show like, “Thought so. Try hiking” Super-duper stars need Ortho Tri-Cyclen Sometimes the men, mostly from the women I hear voices saying, “That’s the Supervillain” Mostly from the women I hear voices Supervillain blessed Iblis, showing him that, even though he was not in Heaven, Heaven could still come to him

The Villain aint rhymin off bread alone Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone Smoke and mirrors, caught her in the mix Couldnt read the shorthand for mortars and bricks If any negative thought linger, he let it vent Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement Did it on the sly Before hes gone bye bye, spit it on the fly Brush your teeth, rinse and gargle A true nerd who messed with new words since Boggle And used slang in Scrabble Rhymed with a Northern drawl, twang and babble Flossy pen jargon to break the world record Do a Faustian bargain and tape the girl naked More spots than a leopard Then he had to stop, the block was hot peppered Shepherd, leading the sheeps out to slaughter Kept it, sold and repped it, everytime he saw ya Tryin to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house Ill make mince meat out of that mouse! Welcome to the show Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb What a fool; still you never met a cooler bum Give the drummer some rum, Im sure he could use a shot Just to get his cues hot, ensure he dont lose his spot A stranger who speaks to you vocal Danger made the beat, get a freak to do the bogle No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook Even had a secretary to take the calls Shake it and make it fall, I told her dont break my balls Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows The bounty on this pro was mills and double dollars Vil spilled muddled flows that befuddled scholars Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse And need a brother with soul to let her cat out Even if the rat couldnt compete with Kraus Ill make mince meat out of that mouse! Tap ya toe, grime and strapped for dough Rap for show, to let the whippersnappers know Sucks to be them, now pass that loot Up under the tux, he wore a hazmat suit Sounded like froggy, sip the groggiest of potions Be up in the party with the foggiest of notions On the list of lobbyists who save the oceans Gave his donation to the lady with the lotions Swoll hand itchin, the old man bitchin Switchin with the fan with the gold band twitchin Spittin like a bionic sneeze that freeze vodka Just to clear the air like the Ionic Breeze Quadra Sleek enough to outsly a fox For a chicken pot pie, thinkin outside the box Would love to taste her goody But got no time to be wastin chasin putty Out for Daffy Duck bucks, Porky Pig paper Bugs Bunny money or Sylvester Cat caper Off a DAT tape of rap, country or deep house And Ill make mince meat out of that mouse!

Theres a book, I once read And in a chapter it was said... So nasty that its probably somewhat of a travesty having me Daily told the people You can call me Your Majesty! Keep your battery charged You know it wont stick, yo And its not his fault you kick slow Shouldve let your trick ho chick hold your sick glow Plus nobody couldnt do nothin once he let the brick go And you know I know thats a bunch of snow The beat is so butter Peep the slow cutter As he utter the calm flow Dont talk about my moms, yo Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow Or vice versa Whip up a slice of nice verse pie Hit it on the first try Villain: the worst guy Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses And he wont stop til he got the masses And show em what they know not through flows of hot molasses Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo Its ugly, like look at you Its a damn shame Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name Its over now, leave the game And you know it like a poet, like baby doll I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig Allegedly; the investigation is still ongoing In this pesky nation he gots the best con flowin The pot doubles Now they really got troubles Madman never go pop! Like snot bubbles Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro Guess so, still incredible how cess grow Just say Ho! Ill test the yayo Wild West style fest, yall best to lay low Hey bro, Day Glo Set the bet, pay dough Before the cheddar get away, better get Maaco The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers ... Quad flavors Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne

In the year of 1994 A motherfucking earthquake just hit New York You know what Im saying Earthquake is here Straight up Im wrecking niggas like pencils on a piece of white paper When I fuck up I can just use my eraser Deck em, rub em out and have much clout Like Damon Wayans Bruce Willis on the Last Boy Scout My pockets rollin thick like a milkshake I overflow the party cuz that shit says earthquake I get on stage, start to rake em, I bake em I use A-1 sauce and eat that nigga like steak-um Earthquake is up when they come to I eat em out like stuffin on my microwave oven I get the nack when I pack A 3-5-7 in my sack Cuz Im short of a new jack Aw heck, heres a peck on yo cheek I fold em and roll em and dunk em like Dominique I get the inspiration When I see the girls in jubilation Racing to my place and Wanna touch my face As I start to pace and race Brush em off like toothpaste So think twice if you wanna step to this miss Ill have ya burnin like Hey up ya cant leave without no say so If we were in Cuba, Id take all ya pesos So giddyup, this is earthquake on ya stereo Fuck with me I leave ya soggy like some cereal Im gone, checkmate Make a move like chess then checkmate I make a move like check, nigga then checkmate Move like chess, nigga, checkmate I make a move like chess, nigga Then I yell checkmate Back as the invisible killer up on yo screen So get yo neck thumpin between my guillotine Checking magazine for X the unseen Mad niggas know what I mean I come clean as a whistle Or filthy as my last pistol Mine get you now- BUST I get down to the bristle and burn em Like from up under the mistletoe With the ho and she aint even Nasty like a flow- check! Swish, im the suspicious, vicious X So shit, im on a mish to gut this punk like a... Yo probably wish I say like a fish But busta how I front punk I gut em like a blunt And my middle finger, index And thumb, a bum from a bum nigga A son of a gun Squeeze the trigger I let looser Looser than the bullshit ya used to I jam like a tec I am the slut seducer Master of the zero harasser of yo zip code Disaster to the superhero, flipmode In 93 I heard mad emcees that annoyed me Like DTs on CDs Checkmate I make a move like that, then I yell checkmate Makin moves like chess, nigga, checkmate I make a move like chess nigga then I yell checkmate Makin moves like chess, kid, checkmate I cremate, dominate Then sell some lemonade 10 cents a cup, little kid Then I terminate like Arnold Schwarzenegger I am a little bigger Ten shades darker than that With the itchy finger My whole game is a bible I kill a nigga dead With some lead And put my head on his bible I swear to God I didnt do it Its just another day of my life im sick and you niggas knew it Im crossing criss cuz im pissed Time to diss for doing a motherfucking twist I hid the body now its over The cops are havin a really bad time finding that ass like a four leaf clover So before you check me and try to do me Quick, I kick ya ass just like Hong Kong-Phooey Checkmate I just crossed the board and I got checkmate I just crossed the board and I got checkmate I just crossed the board and I got checkmate I got the checkmate I got the checkmate

The only thing constant is change Still out in this motherfucker Seem like a nigga aint never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggas just dont understand the story Did a lot of different things in his Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome Os in tandem Anthem, random, tantrum Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry ask the dumb hottie Masked pump shotty, somebody stop me Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy After rockin parties he departed in a jalopy Watch the droptop papi Known as the grimy limey, slimy - try me, blimey Simply smashing in a fashion thats timely Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree We rock the house like rock n roll Got more soul than a sock with a hole Set the stage with a goal To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole Overthrow em like throwing rover a biscuit A lot of bitches think hes overly chauvinistic Let go his dick if thats the case Rats, what a waste theres more cats to chase Dogs, he got it like new powers Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club Had your fam saying, Please make me a dub Since you ask kindly Where he been behind the mask, who cant find me? Youre blind In the wine zone Leave ya mind blown When he shine with the 9, hes a rhinestone... cowboy Goony goo goo loony cuckoo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue But who knew the mask had a loose screw? Hell, could hardly tell Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell It speaks well of the hyper base Wasnt even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace Couldnt wait for the snipes to place At least a track list in bold print typeface Stopped for a year ... Were hip hop sharecroppers Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers Hes in this for the quiche You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche? Oh, my aching hands From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands Villain—his smile stun ya chick While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks You heard it on the radio, tape it Play it in your stereo, your crewll go apeshit Raw lyrics—he smells em like a hunch The same intuition that tells him spike the punch Curses, wes truly the worsest With enough rhymes to spread Throughout the boundless universes Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask He said you bet your sweet ass Its made of fine chrome alloy Find him on the grind, hes the rhinestone cowboy Oh, no no Enough

Now just listen to what I say Well Ill bet if you really tried.. {Big Bird, scratched: I could never do that!} Well Ill bet if you really tried.. Awww, I made a mistake Well Ill bet if you really tried.. {Big Bird, scratched: I could never do that!} Well Ill bet if you really tried.. {Big Bird, scratched: You shouldnt be upset!} Well Love tries, to come across swift, not stuck up Rise, to minimize the fuck-up, smooth Rollin in a jazzy light groove, gots nothin to prove though Just to show how I flow Like water through yo kitchen faucet Notice the fine line - try crossin it! Dont even pause it, I roar like a lion You duck, you quackin - so who you tryin? The main, communicator, Z.L.X-act Subrocs kickback will crack who cant hack Range is point blank but my page aint You see I speak bold print like black spraypaint Into the, extra strength new print cause Im stressed Zev Love test, God damn, God bless So let it go, cause itll just be another Love TKO So dont try me - second 1/2 Yeah Immm - servin this one no preservatives Into sections described from a plank, Im a splinter Chip off the new block, Zev Love X-Pel it And how I tell it will remain a relic True, black and hard, but Im no Blackstone Theres no presto in my manifesto So, take the L, cause you cant take the Z.L Neither the X, so I dont suggest trial While, comin off is like a habit, so pardon Im too quick to smoke dancer sticks by the carton I aint startin a habit if Subroc is not venomous Hes more antidote, cheerin when youre hearin him So listen up, LISTEN CLOSELY, whos supposed to be Comin off if were not? What I mostly see is scrubs boastin free But the low key X marks the spot So dont try me Well Ill bet if you really tried.. {Big Bird, scratched: I could never do that!} Well Ill bet if you really tried.. To the bridge, to the bridge, to the bridge, to the bridge {musical breakdown followed by scratch: Go right ahead!} One for the disarranged, two for the duration of time Ticks and ticks on as I speak Three for the Hard Way, for real earns pay No need for a 9 to 5, week by week Zev Love is for the birds, I save the ducks But birds if you will stay perched on my jock Through rough productions we make bucks And still kill two birds with one Subroc You wish to go rounds on this dancer stick mister? This we can do Mr. Magoo, list your bets Heres eight cards and your odds A stitch in time, will save nine yards But if one is ripped, how can one expect To sew shit up in 80-decca? I think you need a new sewin needle my friend So try, try again, but dont try me Before I kicks it, would anyone care for a cigarette? ... Speechless, I figured it I understand, followin the leader is a cinch And suckers out, cause every inch I move and flinch Nerve pinch strain on my brain from migraine pain Damn its my turn to explain The rules of the game, why me? Well if at once you dont succeed, dont try me! I wanna try Good for you! Well Ill bet if you really tried.. I made a mistake Well Ill bet if you really tried.. Everyone makes mistakes! Well Ill bet if you really tried.. Im gonna try it Well Ill bet if you really tried.. Im gonna try.. Well Ill bet if you really tried.. {repeat 4X} Im out.. were like AUDI

A dollar and a dream One up in the chamber, holler at the team The only thing gleam was machines for Christ sakes The end brings, justice to the means, and dices-fake Rather eat a nice steak than rice cake Police date, grease the bait, at least, wait On one, straight porn fun Plate gone dun none, dont hate the son Get it, while the gettings good In it for the cheddar Streads weather leathered tethered wood Better could make a Feda blood Instead I should stood the sweaterhood for the better good Suede, paid programmin And the jam played while we laid low scammin Party people say ho while he rhymed with the beat so erratic Dont know how he timed it Before I was so rudely interrupted About to say the beat how crudely it was constructed Knowin this dude, he did it on purpose Sped up the track so I could spit it all nervous Still spat that raw flawless worthless Motherfuckin villain at your service Slip em the word, hell rip em, jip em Flip em a bird, and have em dippin to the herb Im sippin on some slizzurp, slurred This jerks a nerd, but his lipworks absurd Blurred! He knows the route Just keep breathin real slow in and out Until you get dizzy Then close your eyes as the crew gets busy But dont choke off that heavy tree smokin And we broke off, celebrity spokesman

Wow, it caught me off guard Went to breathe out and Then she made me cough hard Contact the god and let him know to slip 2 in Fine. How are you doing? Can I get you a drink? This ones a shoo-in Awkward situation that Im on a mission to ruin Her big butt and smile was like camo Hit up the mens room, we need more ammo Watch your 3 oclock, a new recruit Thats her gin and Juicy Juice Use a stick of Juicy Fruit She just knew she was cute Its in her own best interest Its less stress Hit her with the do you need a mint test It dont matter if shes slim or dressed to impress I wont rest Fellas dont fess Some of em just need to eat the whole thing of Crest Its been a long day Its just how the song say I hope she dont take this the wrong way Im high on the real thin- Over Im high all right If youve got a- And somehow I- If youve got a If youve got a- And somehow I- If youve got a

I started off with a question Can you perceive Right before your ears move trickin My voice box make the choice to believe Yeah I see youre rootin For the words that Im tootin Im just a pusher of this thing called money But whatcha smokin whats that ya gettin in Stop to buildin and growin To jump the hurdle that the wolf said suck Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep I greet you peace but why call me money guy Do I resemble he who never told a white one Or him who freed us so where stands I Raise another question which ones the right one Some wish to live the single singem They know the half I know them from sixty If we all live the single how can we all sing Im creative but you cant remix me Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep They are nasty they will bite And if cornered they will fight Never ever go near..a wolf? Concerning the N-word whys when I say it it gets no play Officially it means stupid or ignorant Stay stupid or ignorant in place anyway Any how whats reinforced I cant out figure it I figure blue and donna grasp a stick shot is simple Now heres the plan strictly between you and me Through communication comes the unination And no wolf can down a brick house unity So feel free to dance but this is not all I heel the think Beware sheep of wolf in sheeps sun burn We bit his brand and we wear his clothing Then he mocks us in return Wolfman, whats up with this vibe you sendin me? What are you anyway my friend or my foe? The way this is going you might just be the end of me And I still dwell here even though And you a sheep Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep K-n-o-w War would trouble ya to Hell However take you express no shovel This is the land of the frightened The place of the slave and occassional unheard muffle Its up to you to decide by the fruit that his tree provides If not Ill embark by myself on the archany Marches the boy who cried And you a sheep Hes a wolf!..And you a sheep Now listen past your ear Just remember this my dear Never ever go near.. a wolf? Hes a wolf! And you a sheep Hes a wolf! And you a sheep Hes a wolf! And you a sheep Hes a wolf! And you a sheep And you a sheep And you a sheep

Ah wait a minute , Ive got his card Oo yes! here it is It aint nuttin like, Hip Hop music It Aint nuttin like a fist full of cash or a bliss full of the hash That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash From talking through your Walkman or at your disco bash Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin brown A metal face mask with a built in frown A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman Or Ill break it down for the layman Bain De Soleil for that Saint Trope... tannnn A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough Like a fool who stole pity yall From tryna go up against city hall titty bar The black mic is like a red violin Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again Bloody rap game like Leviathan Leave a bad taste, killin my high like Niacin Stop kiddin middlemen need Ritalin Hit me with the full tin of gin and Im a kid again Keep the bong lightin straight through the song writin The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin, thats inviting all To the reciting thats dope and raw Hoping all yall come in peace and its open bar Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot By the end of the night spazz like Shazbot Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny A ill plot thats ten times Ben Stein’s money, funny How he rips the scripts with a straight face With more rhymes than is lines in ya database Placing rappers in endangerment, whos reckless With this food for thought sorta like breakfast You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist Wear gold fronts, cant afford no necklace Shit, that there, could go to help buildin daycares Somebody say yeahh.. Pay ya fares,... give the Herbalizers their shares And yall could pay DOOM in beers... Cheers!...

Ace is the place with the helpful hardware Primes got a spare, its truth or dare Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite Take all that hate -- why dont you try flippin it? I never went out out drinkin Pepsi sips And never laced up my boots in fruity bits I aint British so my fetish aint knighthood Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak Now let me chill, its a sign of maturity And I would never steal a chant from a Black Greek fraternity Elvis Elvis baby, too bold, too bold Ice Ice baby, no soul, no soul Last year we +Gassed+ ya up Now herbals fill your pastures Masters of movement and mayhem while last year record shows stopped for a racist Countin cards and blackjacks, throwin aces Places Ive seen and Ive seen all types of grills Its the K.M.D. ?? G fills Which builds up the fence for the fibs youre sprayin My ace is in the hole So whatcha playin? Daddy Rich scratches Zev Love X saying K.M.D. and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole, I mean soul.. Thats it right? Check it Humm goes the kick, check out how I flick it As the thumb presses quick, Sub on the mix And yeah the Birthstone Kid, Zev Love X And Mr. X took a lickin, so Onyx whats the time it is? Time is to get my cocka-doodle rooster yappin Wakin devil heads with my poor style rappin Time is a quarter shorter that in order be sorta Tap in my line and just Knowledge me Eats the baby food with no bib And ad-lib from the Reverand Ribs crib The lesson is.. YEAHHH, some ?? true and fix Yeah all garbage no fib Im talkin bout the Nubians the black man No sugar sweet snacks for the sour sap To see home, why should I have to check the maps? The haps, is negative I give many many caps For a heavy heavy gun, about a, ton it weighs That keep you, bustin off for days as sure as every sucker pays In time, tis mine The cause is a hole where the bass is ace for rhymes Evils in my midst bound to get crushed, Rush Helps to manage, were Kausin Much Damage So we go on and on, word bond Mics they got torn by the Kause long as Jimmy Cracks Corn bores Hamhand gets no support By the God Squad, God Body, for short call me God Born Headnod to this like a King of Swing, thing and Check the verse I disperse, see what Im bringin Is an ace in the hole Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh a ace in the hole! Yeahh.. ace in the hole? Uh-huh, uh-huh, a ace in the hole! The Zev Love X Subroc MC Onyx To MC Serch DJ Richie Rich ?? To Cool Poppa Sha My man Smoke To one and another Sig Luva Boogie man J Quest To Kurious Jorge And jump to Bobbito To the censored To SD 50s To G.Y.P. To my man Sam Sever My man Prince Paul To the crackhead gams To the one Chubb Rock To Vanilla Wafer.. pause .. later! {sarcastically} WORD TO YOUR MOTHA! Your mother.. man ohh man word to your MUTHA!

This is a public service announcement Be careful It could be a warning Watch out for the mild mannered You need to be careful Safety first The streets aint no joke like that You might see him with a small attache case come out cha neck Get caught like.. Klaow!! Well then, there now Blaow, outta nowhere, the dunce couldnt prepare for how Got scripts, whipped up all the quicker The one who came to the party, sipped up all the liquor Who they gonna stick the blame to, that he came through? With this verse to name a few, tame a shrew, shame you When he spit, the phlegm grapple This type a script cats dont like, like them apples Yes Lord, track sorta like a chessboard Even better than having a motorcycle escort Allow me to retort and do my thing Metal Face hos with tongue and ‘o’ lease eye ring Greased lightning from the flow pro-trainer Who remains on the slow, this one a no-brainer Like blow in a strainer - hold the mic like a handle A distress to damsels, a piss test vandal We all do dumb stuff like rappers act psycho Press the wrong switch and get your shit crushed like Geico Out to get Rich like Little Old Roundtree From fist to the stitch of the gun he sold brown tree How yall found me? A penny sure goes far This one goes out to you know who you are Got many more rhymes in jars like plenty more Whore war stars thats twenty four bars Drinkin, fuckin for days straight, wait, this a hazy state Rhyme is on time but, Im five minutes late It’s like Tutankhamen, or a kid graffiti bombin The Hieroglyphical Bin Laden Twisted your shit, pardon That’s the movie that we started Bitches don’t get a dime, see me I aint doin time At least for no dumb shit, continue to climb While these small-talk rhetoric character’s been on my nerves the whole time I fall back, lookin at me funny Psst, bitch I’m all that – Remember, pull out a chrome hatchet on that ass and yell Timber I aint the player prez, just a fuckin member People buggin Kurious, where ya been? I heard he rocks Beatin struggles, sinkin craps with city cops Clip your balls and put em inside a birdy box And trade a bottle of Cristal in, bitch, 30 shots No one overstands, it aint nuttin sweet yo They need to go back down to Earth like Dennis Tito ”The flow is really neato” said the street ho He said “I already know.. but how you like the beat though?” Use your better judgment Pockets stay pungent - ask him where the budget went We got receipts like Jeats In these mean streets get stomped like cleats He couldnt have it any other which way One thing he do know is they flows is itchbay These is like Old Bay on steak fries Stay foldin fake guys who stay rollin snake eyes Flip quicker than Woody Woodpecker would Either in the hood, or peckerwood neck of the woods Like, like out in these here parts Cause King Geedorah puts fear in they hearts Dont dare start

MF DOOM ft. King Geedorah, Jet Jaguar, and Rodan - “No Snakes Alive ” Geedorah has arrived, you guys could take five By the time it’s over, no snakes alive Take the dive, I’m telling you, you’re better off Then up against the flow that make her take her sweater off From the setoff, when it came to scripts, he could hardly brag It’s the result of concentration and lollygag I said, “Yeah right.” He pulled a mic out a snotty rag Was sealed up air-tight, and tied up in a body bag Get an advance and catch chance writer’s block. After Spending the first and last penny, my own worst enemy Tell me if I’m OD and usual flow And made deals with these cats who keep sending dough, so The Three-Headed set it, never get busted He’s a man of his word who’s yet to be trusted Beats encrypted, multi-faceted, encrusted Sweaty palm, keep mic rusted Sort of mellow type of fellow Who sometimes spaz on wife like Othello Hell no. He won’t use words like Illuminati Or Gotti or shotty, he might use karate Azar the Gaza caught cut, I’ll ask why A mask with the ball-style caps saying, “That’s fly” Exact dough ‘til it stack high The white hoes, black guys, the rap game’s black eye Exhilaration, Jet Jag’s accelerations Touch speeds minds can’t conceive Achieve altered altitudes and angles, angels answer Aura, illumination, awesome interpretation Awkward alarm, ankle house arrest Who’s best? Monster Island Czars Crush pawn dreams to be king A frank reality, calculation could never be Quest destined, distant competition dusted Disgusted, race for second, crowded, clouded Confusion, conclusion: simple, plain Self-education, self-made millionaires Serpents slithering, sidewinds searching Stalking, heat-sensing, can’t have me Jet Jag’s Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, superhero Hit zero to sixty, hot pursuit, pedal to The floor, handling Lyrics, traction Swerving left, right Making head-fakes Playing high stakes Levitates Quick! Hit breaks, they fly past, hit wall, parts Fly loose, killer mongoose Fake niggas continue to practice the art of intimidation Sterile minds conceiving thought for artificial insemination Syntax the sequence, arranging lessons so deliberate, making Wise words clear, but population stay illiterate Consider it. Gods refine power, fools get rid of it, men build Dreams on promises but lacking the will to deliver it Yo, I dissolve connivers like saliva on tic-tacs gone Astray, but get the job done like socks that’s mismatched Flip tracks, murder snakes, drunk niggas killing six packs Choking on venom, suffering tricknological kickbacks Poverty-stricken minds with thoughts barely worth two cents Build history through time, linear design on blueprints A nuisance lies in disguise, Eighty-Five Percent never knew Wise men arise and pull files like Internal Revenue Forever true, opposing self-evidence with leverage Upset the beast belly, concoct homogenized beverage Clever shit, calculated sabotage, Trojan Horse Giftwrapped ambush, lethal energy in motion that grows in force Trojan swords strategically aligned throughout the underworld God of Elevation kill Superman, rape Wondergirl Fictitious character decapitated, fake beings susceptible To everyday occurrence, a fatal outcome’s inevitable Might as well join the force Boss. Chance? Take a loss like a coin-toss Roll with a double-headed nickel While the partner Jet Jag with the sickle, you in a pickle King Geedorah, your ass needs to leave him alone ‘Fore he cold-catch a seizure and then you’re blown If he ain’t the best, he’s the best in The top three out of myself, I, and me

Trippin off the beat kinda, drippin off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor China was a neat signer, trouble with the script Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, lets go Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren Then its last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro Guess so, still incredible in escrow Wild West style fest, yall best to lay low Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers This how we do it out here in this underground real shit, nigga In all quad flavors, Lord save us Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne Think you know the name, dont rack your brain On a fast track to half sane Either in a slow beat or that the speed of Wrath of Kane Laughter, pain Hackthooing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast Hes at it again, mad at the pen Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers You can find the villain in satin, congas The van screeches The old man preaches about the gold sand beaches The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesses inhale exhale Jeez One, Two And this is the way

Listerine green jars, sick cleans jalla be a emma Thick queens, mamma mia robs jalapeno peppers Click mean large, brick seen mirage is ours Quick mean cause, strict deen Allah Make your quota, check your clock shock taqwa Concoct the potion, blue liner lotion, call it aqua Tock you on watch, sure ahk, salaat two rakat Four to roll in extorter mode, loose spot too hot Here you go ma, for you boo, thats coco mango She let her hang go, her man said yo no tango Bangles jangle, no gangs is tranquil Blank grill, real shank steel, bankroll ankle F to the N and R, two thiefs are bummin a car But never had no beef so Alhamdulillah Inshallah any duties, top grillers, no Mercedes sign Bubble nuggets with the ruby, Cop Killer 89 On a line on the third like loop on Word is a bond thats honored, don shukran... afwan Ram the adhan Livin sunnah of the Prophet Muhammad alayhi as-salaam Marvelous orchestras summoned the forces of power that orbited us Dune cloud smoked orifices, Sight endorses what is glorious Relive the first feelin of euphoria, power is in all of us Notoriety is notorious, words scatter prefer Bros mad with first data like a dagger, slice of minimal maestro A little nice yo, well look at the price though Smooth rules that ooze as few as complex chemistry And bitch and use and fizz and use with rhythms of recipe Lesser fuse the energy to increase equity So cinematic thoughts create a beautiful entity, envelope telepathy And freaks the format, chop your garbage into 4-track Recorded more facts to a stack Only pour the pure tour back later Years ago I stopped checkin for anyone on a major I smack a hater with a tractor trailer use a paper

A modern day marvel, but terrible—better—horrible When he grab the mic from son, he crushed up all his metacarpals He said he aint mean it—totally by accident After the show, he didnt follow where yall taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his ass-wack tax bill But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant And super like 1-A, have a fun stay One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway Alotta yall ass out like gay runaways Its how they say semi-risque All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way Have the average MC say, Gimme a sick day! They really aint got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a doo-rag in his bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport em, but rock em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, cant knock it though Its like the same hustle, bro, two knuckles glow Tucked-in Le Tigre—just let the name-buckle show Good googly moogly—see that loogie? Yeah—but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You dont watch her, he might house her like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like, swoosh—Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops—who he got his style from? —his pops—you gotta give the bum some props Ask ya sister—her beat box is more-thicker DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor Villain for hire—admire the sound Make sure the price is right before he come on down! Rappers be on some You, you, you! Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole shit up on some What this button do? Doom cheat the game like walk-thru Run em, son em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, dont eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on In came the Villain with their own gear like, Hi, there Yall play the rear, this whole year—my year. Metal face beard like Brillo pad Yall know his steelo so dont feel so bad Seed call him, Ol dad, the one the ol ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today Ill make the ladies say, Ow And maybe fuck around take a bow, now Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades Used to be straight As and still made the grade Tarded ass, how he get cash so fast? Year after last, left back in the retarded class Shoulda went to Boces Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent Find out where that bitch went, get a room, pitch a tent Yo—yo, Max—yo, change the beat, yo You got another one? Nah, yo

Its the mind of the adventurous Used to being shy but he mischievous And catch em by surprise like Christmases Now that I got everybody watching like witnesses This sketch artist sharp like Picasso with his vividness Like Jada, aint no way they gonna picket it Im sick with it, they never opposed like it was fitting in Sick with it and never opposed to be fitting in Before switching I would wish death like many men Im illustrating with the pen, call it painting Getting rich or die trying, patiently waiting My trail been blazing, Im reminding them of Damien Known to terrorize in any space they try to place me in Like gyms, Ill embrace it within And blocking out any who watchers who been hating my spin I been trying to get it proper but the Cause like doctors for anorexia, my patience is thin Feel I been here again and again Again and again, again and again And all that we knowing is to win or descend Win or descend, win or descend And I be out long giving ten out of ten Ten out of ten, ten out of ten I fear Ill be here again and again Again and again, again and again My biggest fear is dying and then waking to be here Trapped in the Matrix with fakeness and the hate from my peers Been feeling this for some years, its sincere and never leaving Theres gotta be more to this cause theres nothing new Im seeing I feel like Im in a life loop, dying and repeating On the edge of tomorrow and just cruising for a reason Im trying to figure this out so Im finally leaving And really I aint tweaking, Im just seeking the meaning This cant be it, life has got to more than this horrible pit All the ism, you can keep us in the prism and split Got their mind in a prison that theyll never forget And Im as free as a bird and a bee, what a gift Im free bird alone, should I what I wish My minds like a satellite, I use it like dish Networking with the gift and abyss I cant miss, nah not this Bulls eye when the darts fly by, Ima hit This is it, Mike Jack with the rap when I spit Im legit, they the kind I been trying to omit Showing Rick they were hating Feel I been here again and again Again and again, again and again And all that we knowing is to win or descend Win or descend, win or descend And I be out long giving ten out of ten Ten out of ten, ten out of ten I fear Ill be here again and again Again and again, again and again

A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible When he grab the mic from son he crushed up all his metacarpals He said he aint mean it, totally by accident After the show, he didnt follow where yall taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant And super like 1-A, have a fun stay One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway Alotta yall ass out like gay runaways Its how they say semi-risque All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way Have the average MC say, Gimme a sick day! They really aint got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a doo-rag in his bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport em but rock em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, cant knock it though Its like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show Good googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You dont watch her, he might house her like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like swoosh Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from? His pops, you gotta give the bum some props Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor Im at the borderline of my faith Im at the hinterland of my devotion Im in the front line of this battle of mine But Im still alive Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down! Rappers be on some, You you you! Forgot who they talking to, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole shit up on some, What this button do? Doom cheat the game like walk-thru Run em, son em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, dont eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on In came the Villain with their own gear like, Hi, there Yall play the rear, this whole year MY year Metal face beard like Brillo pad Yall know his steelo so dont feel so bad Seed call him, Ol dad, the one the ol ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today Ill make the ladies say, Ow And maybe fuck around take a bow, now Who made his first mil and still carry razor blades Used to be straight As and still made the grade Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast Year after last, left back in the retarded class Shoulda went to Boces Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent Find out where that bitch went, get a room pitch a tent Yo yo, Max, yo change that beat yo You got another one ... nah yo Im at the borderline of my faith Im at the hinterland of my devotion Im in the front line of this battle of mine But Im still alive

Doom What the hell is the matter with you? A response would be undignified for the dumb pig inside Id have to admit what I did, instead Ill bounce, put on a wig and hide The gig is up like a lawn chair tied to a hot air balloon on my way to nowhere but I got there too soon Every day Im dazed and confused that theres a million rappers yet Im the one that comes up with the phrase thats unused I get a hit of dopamine for every broken dream, an openly mean coping scheme Authorial distance from corporeal existence creates stories full of misprints Whats the difference if I pick this word or that word or if the word picks me or if Im half-heard or if I channel challenges or walk around in bandages? I see you as a contemporary, one temptin carefree night of guns and hemp in rare breeds Why do I wanna cry all the time? File this rhyme under blunder Im defiled by slime, climb to the tiptop, rip shop with the best of em Wear bright colors, fight wonder that invades my work life Im always off-brand, soft sand, ahkuh cough into my hand and then smell it Uh-oh, I need a Tic-Tac Kick back like a boss in a place I dont live at Im on one cause I pull shit off like a condom and um Im handsome )) Girlfriend, your highlight is poppin Ive got a childlike addiction to language not open for adoption I like writing rhymes while Im still bleary-eyed and let freshness be my cheery guide This one nearly died when I opened my eyes Whoever said work hard, play hard clearly lied Its a capitalist Puritan aesthetic Work well, play free is much less dyspeptic My downstairs neighbors scream 24/7 and to stop wishing them death will take many more reverends Plus they chainsmoke giving my family cancer and if I were a better father, wed move to Jersey which I refuse to do Its not unusual to serve noodle stew to my picky eater three times per day Freedom finds a way to decline and bray like a sheep Ba-aa-aah humbug, work is play Emergency, I got something urgent to say Emerging media is never going away Sea urchins spray you with saline like, Yo, what about us? Were like, Sorry cow patties are more important While we argue about abortion, we squander our fortune Memory Man youre not the boss of me, yet you focefully demand I come across on beats, particularly this one Youre like, It’s butter Im like, Its kinda repetitive Give into your fast styles, let it live I got you open like to-interpretation, Im impatient If i just let it flow, is it whatd be called a based style? Meanwhile back at the ranch, I comb through a case file Hmmm says here hes been unseen ten years Grenadine grenadiers, picks up dogs by dem ears When theyre not screaming theyre smoking Im not dreaming or joking My building is teeming with broken people and Im scheming on leaving the whole thing I know its a longshot but maybe we could own a bomb spot if this songs hot I write an American dumb star-spangled verse and ride it to London where I can walk till my ankles hurt I never came to Earth, I stayed on a broken ship, saying lines from Catcher of the Fade to the ocean fish I keep my poker chips on my shelf in a studio The names Jeffrey but I can tell them its Julio They call him Sin Cara but I can tell that its Hunico Who makes the bass that you can feel in your backside from a backslide If I was a preacher Id use tap water to baptize children cause sparkling water would cost millions I narrowly missed a real cool meeting with Saul Williams And I saw them pictures and was like damn I shoulda been there now I was the missing step in the consecutive hairstyles I bear down with the pen when I feel anxious If he was a brain surgeon, his scalpel would kill patients I feel ancient but real naïve But never gullible enough to vote for a Real ID Im very concerned that the police will kill my seed Shoutout to Wu-Tang and High Chief Jamel Irief I need some new curse words to fulfill my needs like when my new shirt breaks or if I spill my tea Hold your breath and count backwards from a mill by three And dont exhale until I leave

[I wish I could go along with you, but I do have a problem. Ive got My , but I cant find my ] Poor X, not only do I headsweat from headsets Full-time Era come at X from knockin Zs correct Next steps to count sheep But too many sheep aint jumpin hurdles, they sleep Yeah, they sleep, I think Ill check a shorter story Title: Bos Ho, sounds boring, perfect for these Sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged Yeah, I know...turn the page Book-marks the first page And reads once upon an age in a far far land Lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course From behind Toms black fence Tom peeps across Just to witness Sams crop business Boomin like the big guys, but get this Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams He sold his to get a fence like Sam Page 2: Sam views the sight - What goes at Bos over his picket white Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin Sweet potatoes with his brand new ho Bo sees Sam buts not frettin, more sweatin Thinkin about steppin to the crib, forgettin bout his brand new ho, Old Mickey D would say Sams tricky The plot thickens, onto page 3... Top of the mornin, suns up, skies are blue Once nothin...then cock-a-doodle-doo All three knew this tool more than well Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells Well, clock says Sams off to tend to his crop Time says Farmer Toms off to mop Bos up and at em, then twitches one eye For something here is not quite cipher E-I-E-I-O! screamed Bo Left on my lawn, now its gone, wheres my ho? O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds? Plus make true my foremost desire To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire? By, uh, 100% life gets hard When one ho goes from ones garden Page 4: Little Bo weeped Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped Through a hole in Sams six foot fence Where Sam was seen plantin tall and short pea plants Hence the moral of the fable: Always keep a boring book on your night table A Tom is not able But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard Cuz with no ho its hard

I got a secret for you Something youll never find That only I can show you Yeah, that one of a kind Dont wait til night approaches Just open up your mind And fade right out of focus Dreaming in the daytime So much on my mind Sometimes its hard to stay focused I tow the line Ive been losing track of time Its like Im under hypnosis And then I slide Cali coasting with my tenderon Rollin through the avenues Champagne toastin in a Fleetwood Brougham Im zonin But Ill be back tomorrow mornin I got a secret for you Something youll never find That only I can show you Yeah, that one of a kind Dont wait til night approaches Just open up your mind And fade right out of focus Dreaming in the daytime Dreaming in Going out of my mind Dreaming in Dreaming in the daytime Dreaming in Going out of my mind Dreaming in Dreaming in the daytime Wussie The style is steel-clad Yall need to practice like you need some pussy real bad And thats the most you could emphasize Never tell a lie, when he boast, his temperature rise Keep it on the humble Speak it on a mumble Creep, dive, and tumble Back on his feet, foes tremble and crumble Send your best wide-receiver, incomplete, fumble The whole team rumble Remember, its just a game Keep your helmet on, numbskull Things could get uncomfortable and sticky Thats why he wears the metal mask, kick me I must be dreaming in the daytime Company scheming I think I see him by the leyline in a foreigner Wouldnt want to be him, hes a goner Laid out in the gutter, peeing on the corner Territory mark like gang tag Tell your story till its dark, like dang dag More gorier than Maury on a slang rag Yet cornier than a man-fags handbag Even if its Gucci Ten feet at least or he kicks him in his coochie Take your shoes and sell them to a hoochie DOOM get the lucci like the snoochie-boochie Nucci I got a secret for you Something youll never find That only I can show you Yeah, that one of a kind Dont wait til night approaches Just open up your mind And fade right out of focus Dreaming in the daytime Dreaming in Going out of my mind Dreaming in Dreaming in the daytime Dreaming in Going out of my mind Dreaming in Dreaming in the daytime

Try! Dial-a-vibe! Say, are you paralyzed from the neck up? Wanna get pissed off? Dial seven-eleven-nine-ought-zero-niner-niner! dial four-thousand-million six-trillion! Channel changing Remember ladies: Destroy the odor that proclaims your sex Use sweet breeze ♫When he gets between your knees, use Sweet Breeze!♫ Channel changes Just mail- five cents, just a nickel Along with five cents Remember, send either five cents in coin, with either- Five cents, just a nickel Now, full detail of the offer later And if he speaks to you, you know what to do Pretend to be scared and answer his questions Eh, theres a first time for everything Are you sure hell come? Its getting late Hell com all right, doesnt matter how late it is Well be here waiting for him Whats that? Go ahead, peak behind the curtains. How DOOM hold heat then preach non-violence? Shhh, he about to start the speech, cmon, silence On one starry night, I saw the light Heard a voice that sound like Barry White, said Sure you right Dont let me find out who tried to bite They better off goin to fly a kite in a firefight During tornado time with no coat than I caught ya Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author -Come back here! Come back here!!!- Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child to finna smile And thats no exaggeration The doctor told a patient Its all in your imagination negro Ahh, what do he know? About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego Trippin To date the Metal Fellow Been rippin flows Since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing This is too exciting Folks leave out the show feelin truly enlightened They say The Villain been spitting enough lightning To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton, alright, then Yelling Wake up, wake up! Youve been dreaming, youve been And I got bruises to prove it It was all a dream? Youre not dead? Not that I heard Am I supposed to be? Am I supposed to If it was a dream, it was so real Phone hangs Well...

This time the fabulous foursome face their most evil foe They dont know it now but Dr DOOM could be one of the immortal escapees from Pandoras box and if you dont believe me bring your skeptical little ear a little closer If a picture paints a thousand words Then why cant I paint

Te wakacje spędzę w pracy, w nocy napiszę tekst W lodówce światło i butle, lubię dobrze zjeść Mm.. food, jak NehruvianDOOM Widzę ciemność najebany, skateboard prosto w dół Im a loose my screws, po czym udam wypadek Nie zatrzymasz mnie, jak wjadę Ci z łokcia w fasadę Take me to your leader, jak mawia King Geedorah Trzy szyje potwora, każdą kończy szczurza głowa TrueSzczurs to spontan, coś jak Krzysztof Kozak Wolę X.O. Experience, niż to co gracie po domach Nie zatrzymasz nas teraz, bo za nami rezurekcja Jeszcze Laik musi to rzucić, a jak wróci to Cię zbeszta Patrzę do szafy Biorę Valium do pracy, watch this teams do work Fajnie mieć ekipę, jeszcze lepiej mieć dwie Mam rodzinę, Rap Addix, Skwer, pozdro 666 Od Zmierzchu po ten mixtape mówią mi: znowu znikniesz Jeden Junes, te słowa przypominają modlitwę Wciąż pogoń za zyskiem, ale nie w tej dziedzinie Jaki rap, taki biznes, witaj w Addix rodzinie Gang jak Gambiny albo Genovese Skojarzenie z pesto słuszne, to nasz Fleet Street teren Słuchaj, jakbyś mógł, to dawno byś to zrobił Jak Big L - born dead, słuchaj naszych Termopil Ubiera nas demobil, choć wciąż na służbie I na Insta wrzucam foty, jak Wolf w Ostatniej krwi Major Keller, rap to działań teren Od muzułmańskiej Bośni po tę smutną scenę Kurwa, gdybyś dał mi hologram, bym się jarał Chociaż moja droga nie ma zjazdu w lewo Ta droga - objazdowa - wiedzie po cmentarzach Wjeżdżam w bój jak Sakuraba w Pride #Stereo Jesteśmy jak bracia Dalton - wredni i celni #bullseye Bit to dla nas dynamo, twisted metalna loopach Zalani w trupa, kojarz z Destruction Derby Rozdarta dupa, bumper chrzęści Ci w karoserii Pasek energii spada, zbieram zestaw naprawczy Janek zza szyby macha, czyli mogę posadzić To szybkie sesje, wręcz chujowi klienci Jadę na setkę, nie umiem kleić i pieścić Się trafią wyjebki, czujesz smród autentyku Lecz wszyscy wiemy - błąd kierownicą koryguj Ludzie są głodni wygód, u nas - podstawą silnik Czyli środowe sesje, rymy i bity jak Dizky Addixy są szybcy, rewolwerowcy styli Nas nie pomylisz, jak tych z matrycy lipnych Więc widzisz, tfu, słyszysz, że jesteśmy najgorsi Mówiąc terminem czarnych, wiadomo o co chodzi

POP, POP, POP, POP POP, POP, POP... Top of the mornin to ya, top of the morn Niggas been sleep, now yawn new born To the break of dawn, we be Kausin Mad Drama Like hot butter on Ima, mindbender, I love tender skins gender Realer than the eagle seal on your legal tender Im the spender, of every red cent til Im stomped Rock for the Kause, its no comp cause we deep like a swamp Zev Love a brother I never budges I hold everything from mics to like grudges I wont let a bygone be a bygone Back to play the bitch niggas like a fly horn Im controllin all you snakes with, hookin up the cakes With hot butter, the same like your grandmother bake up Butt naked, take it from the Riddler, Batman Who be the oddball, Jake or the Fatman? Pass the gat man, the God fin to make it go pop A lot like the kid I used to break with Way back when like eighty-four at my last look Hes lookin to get his ass whupped, and his cash took That and a old school flavor like a bomber Like hot butter on Yeah I wont funk fake, so let your toast go Hip-Hop break, for the boast shit Quick to make a cherry, make em feel like Mary In hot butter So big shit, well dig it I rock shit I wig it I cock shit, I drink it, to lick off the wicked Weak ones, deep in the club with sneak guns And boogie with the fly freak unique hons You got the runs, well we be runnin shit on the underrated list Im never played, and so were Constipated But so, what? Im runnin shit in my pajamas Like hot butter on Like hot butter, you cant see this Cause Im the realest, on your breakfast toast yo C.M., on your breakfast toast Constipated Mind, on your breakfast toast On your breakfast toast... {ad libs to fade}

Lets get right in Eyes low, dropping soul like the Gospel Been there for a minute, eating breaks but Im not full No, No, Im on that other I spend some of these days feeling strange and my brothers And feelin little ill, trying to cope with the bandit I just wanna move but my license is suspended So what am I to do, You expecting me to peddle Instead of in my room trying to get this brain settled Been filling up them pages til the point I wanna flip But I kick shit, like kick flips, you cant touch my tricks Sorry for the facts, I just wanna keep that clear Got love for the homies, say they bump me when they steer And I never wanna anger, that shit simply came Cuz people talking shit, because they I want their, fame But I just want to kick it, yall dont see me as a threat Im happy when Im spitting, and I only want respect And that is all I ask, put some rays in the volume Take off your mask, we all seeing through your costume Im gonna serve rap, til my vocal chords break Still staying in my lane, see you riding in my wake Mama promised, Im gonna wreak havoc On track, speak madness The facts, homies think they nice But the speech average, at best I dangle lines and I strangle lines Never wanna waste my time Bringing out this drama with this book of rhymes So when you talk shit and end up in a gutter Ill be chillin on a boat and livin right, cuz its summer Feeling hazy, still got time to twist with you benders Cuz Im been killing shit since the 2nd of September And 9, 5, 9, 5, comin up like high tide Aint seeing much tonight Ill probably have my eyes wide And my plan, I dont know Goin crazy, yea for sure Got to get in where I fit in, watch me motherfucking grow Yall some parasites Shootin at my paradise Bout to grip the top, best believe that I aint scared of heights Ive died dropping, Ill down a couple hot pockets And if you cant see its dope, check your eye sockets And Im ghost, and Im ghost, and Im ghost, and I I got you motherfuckers hangin by a rope and I Never really meant to brag or to boast, but I I think you gotta When you kicking it this dope brotha Uh-uh, uh-uh, Tell me that its not true Yall that type that brag about Some shit your parents bought you I wake up in the morning doing everything I want to Hustle to the field of the bull, yo I gotchu I said I hustle to the field of the bull, I gotchu

Poisonous attack cancer black lung Nigga with forked tongue is lynch hung Insufficient funds bounce a check tight Sure to a blank strike individual Im goin all out for self shyst when its critical Word and it dont make no kind of sense Dudes walkin round here staring all intense Yeah, well look at how the gods done gone crazy With edge ups gone like Jefferey Osborne baby Consecutive blunts my chest leather like moccasins Infinite sin dealin with toxins obnoxious deluxe Extra faulty karma ill enough for three villains With weed fetish, black hearts and keep buildin Its all gravy get crackin or get packin Passin for flows before the age of Jet Jackson Bet action it aint no camera They can get roll em like they stamina is amateur The mind pull the strings while the body does the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on stolen land The mind pull the strings while the body do the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on stolen lands Psst you, yeah you, come here keep it low, I see you not from here Welcome to hell son, you might wanna wear your bum gear Also here to let you know the mic is dumb clear Then you disappear, so quiet you can hear turd fall Just when you thought you heard it all, bird call They think they so slick, up to they old tricks Sendin the little dude, grimey with the old kicks He on some old oh those shits is hot, what size is those? Lemme try em on! Rob you blind like ya eyes closed Nine other foes on the corner I suppose Personal space burst his face by his nose I need to find I Self to split these jingles Still while we wait to dry these counterfeit singles With more rhymes than any time is DOOM senses tingle Those who got the nuts too bound to get the spinkles While we, is more vivid than digital TV All live, feel me like burgundy DVD Eat em like mango, follow how the slang go Its like a flurry, now who bloody on my furry Kangol? The mind pulls the strings while the body does the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on stolen land The mind pulls the strings while the body do the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on swollen glands At eleven years old I sold my soul to the devil for kicks Following white kids buildin wood crucifixes three sixes shit ain’t no joke Reverse the mission seen reflection in the mirror Foreign objects, government projects, after school program pay Cut, boycott Single parent kids in the street half dead flesh rot I lack internal discipline, play you how you play yourself Thievery stealth, fiendin for wealth plus a meal ticket Blood in my hand I feel wicked, hell’s dwindlin Live by the minute within the second said trippin Fake gods with bad lessons Todays mathematics is acceptance, dont question shit Muslims call me atheist I can’t wait to leave this planet behind me You would recognize the battleground Agile, step in razor walkin on a high wire Risk taker out in the cold with slit wrist makin Balled fists terrorists threats To paper mache marionettes Machete kept, I’m very tense Little make sense, fuck a black cloud it’s black tint on my lens Stolen grey Tims Swollen face Blazin

Always be alert my son, for the presence of evil is sometimes right behind you Im the type to go wild, the golden child My flow so wild, its a barrage prepare to be piled Swank aint mild you childs wish you has this style Ill take you through this trial and at the end itll be worthwhile You cant trust these snakes cause theyre so deceiving They disguise as allies and arent really what youre perceiving Turn your back and that just might end your breathing Click clack boom check your chest you just might be bleeding Mr.Toadsworth Im about to show you the best flow thats on earth Ive been gifted with these talents ever since birth My partner Koopa even has the beats for me to be super Maybe even make me become a veteran like a trooper Posers nowadays are broken pencils, so pointless Or atleast theyre writing with some seeing their penmanship You already now its the beastcoast in which Im repping Saw the fall of Hip-hop so I knew I had to step in Firing my thoughts, gotta reload my weapon Never giving up Im here till forever ends Third eye wide giving me a 6th sense Peep the sins, fold my hands and hope you repent Ill spit the illest bars with that explicit content But Im just trying to go global through my vocals I want to be the best and end up on your daughters posters But in the end its my destiny, Im just doing what Im supposed to Get my name heard around and be recognized by locals But Im just a snot nose in need of tissues cause Im bout to blow Young to the people and hard headed, Ochocinco And Im still a sensei when it comes to that karma sutra While you sit back and watch cause it doesnt suit ya My brains on another level like a Nintendo 64 game Im about to take aim at an evil turtle that should be tamed But this is just a snack wrap and you know Im vicious Listin twisted words is what makes it so delicious Food for thought and you bet this shits nutricious I refuse to ever step down cause Im forever ambitious Im a samurai with this flow, I cant be beaten if you even tried to After all Im the only one who can defeat the demon Aku

Yo, hand me my surfboard, Imma surf on these niggas real quick You know what I mean, show these niggas out See whose real and see whose fake Youknowhatimean, it just seem like you niggas float on water Check this style out... Ive never used this shit before I got them Beefsteak Charlies on, size 12, medium Shy top wallies on, straight from England I got taps on mines, yalls is leaning Fuck ya star pussies for real, yall just dreaming Wake up, mothafuckas, shape up, feel the pain What up, stand the fuck up, pull ya cup out for change Now who wanna step through my backyard? When this go double platinum Imma flash hard, like Oh boy, Toneys the Don, know With so much paper, call me Enron, so My peeps blow, check my peacoat She holds, throw it back, nigga I keep those Just in case yall wanna see a freakshow Barnum & Baileys, night of the deepthroats Dirty mouth niggas, may yall eat soap Shoot one of yall, touch my cheese toast Hey hey, what you say? This is real hip hop on the line today Its worth more than any label, on what they pay Im here to save hip hop, cuz its dying away, come on Fiber optic, microscopic Bulletproof. Yo, Im glad you copped it Sony stop it, Def Jam gon do the opposite Hov gon keep on top of it Im real positive, my prerogative Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids Go broke, Imma fucking rob ya crib And Imma kill him if I get on top of him With crazy hammers, nothing but grown man taste With bandanas, right in front of cameras Parents planning, feel the cannon Tanning yogurt niggas, like Dannon Stretch, yes, I go to war with a banged up vest Teflon, that was made by Guess Even my girl got a bulletproof dress J.Lo shit to runway, laid Prego crisp Diego, Killah wave-oh, Play-Doh fifth They aint no, nigga like Ghost, play those chips We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks From yae yo bricks to Adolf spits, we paid off it The Wally Don, done ate off it Throwing stones at a glass house, front and get mashed out My gun turn heads, like bitches with they ass out Yeah, uh-huh, nigga, yall like that shit huh, youknowhatimean This is real hip hop and shit, youknowhatimean This is a huh, Im a true MC, yall niggas know how I get down Aint none of that commercial shit, youknowhatimean Im stuck in that, back in the days, 95 88, 86 era, of real hip hop and shit You know what I mean, word up, its the great Ghost Deini, nigga I got too many styles, I juggle this shit Yall little niggas out there need to take heed

I will be forgetting you each day and every hour Bro, this beat is simply retarded, yo Sound like it came off the hey Ricky Ricardo show Lucy on the phone she said Youre not home Woozy eyed, chromed out newly fried dome What they say When in Rome, do OM He dont need much to construed a crude poem A few bones for an intelligent plan A couple a grand, and an elephant man hand Bring a skeleton ya might get a whole jam Sell it in ya Mom n Pop records ta souls stand Just dont tell em when a Rock n Roll fan He dont eat gelatin, hot or cold ham Yall dont know the same Daeledus I know Just to earn trust he try to make me bust a wino He said Dont worry, he already dead and stinkin I tapped him with the chete said Why he still blinkin? Untie him, do your own dirty He shot em and told em Youre not worthy So I says What happened to ya skull piece? Alotta yall rappers be rappin to dull beats Hes Robotrons right hand A pro-con white man with a Cali-like tan Ima like Tracks is alright man, but uh I dont know I will be forgetting you each day and every hour Like wheres his other foot at? I will be forgetting you each night and day, each hour Forget it, yo

Nah, aint-aint nothing but a thing, girl Aint nothing but a thing, you know what Im sayin? Come on through Yeah, you know I got you Hold up, hold up Tonight, yo May have to last me all my life, than a motherfucker Tonight Tonight Skeets all up in this one right here, boy, watch this Ayy, throw em here girl, take your coat off Let me get your shoes, take a load off May I offer you some white wine? And may I say, tonight you looking mighty fine Yup , as usual Tonight About your boyfriend, dont let it bother you Even when youre fake, man or baby from the tooth Tonight, may have to last me all my life, aint shit You dont deserve that Queen, you deserve better than that I got you And your pocketbook is so butter Its really ill how it match your fingernails and your toe color Dont worry, Ill be gentle As I massage your mental You a grown woman and sensible Make your own decisions Lets get on this mission, right quick Turn the lights down Throw on one of my t-shirts, its like a nightgown And would you like one of these? Its harmless Itll make you feel real good, promise Ill take one too, you know what Im sayin? Its nothing, nothing but a thang, you know what I mean? Haha