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Ay, whatd you go to that milestone for?
Aye, Get all of it
Its perfectly all right
Its all right sir
Have you been to a party
Hahaha!
Come and have a drink
Come along with us
Hey Sir, Hello
Are you doing anything tonight, Sir?
Move it
Whats that JJ?
Black cupid
Illusion
You act stupid
Stupid
I hate it when some people call me JJ
Uh, right, JJ
Dig that flow line, like its all
He mustve dropped it
So, JJ wants the prop
This must be it
Money! Money and power, right now!
What is this?
JJ!
DOOM!
Weve got work to do!
Stupid!
Everything seems okay
No! No stop! My record! Stop!
He cant have gone far
Whats the matter with you, are you frightened?
Use your gun boy!
Its that filthy stench, whats he doing in there thats what I wanna know
Snatch that dough
Gasp
Ah Haho!
I am very sorry
Hey Guvnor!
Guvnor! |
Just like all the rest- Ha!
Yeah? Well, Im warning all you geeks, and I aint funnin
I dont beg for mercy, and I dont give none
If youre lookin for trouble, Ill loan you some
So just step right up, if youre itchin for a fight
Next thing you know- Pow! Out go the lights
Ive never felt the case was completely solved
Oh well, lets forget that. Whenever the ray is broken, the door opens without touching it
Yes, I have sometimes thought of my evil too dangerous. To a certain friend of yours
I dont understand?!
A certain friend of yours- can hide himself from the human eye- but he has a physical being
And the photoelectric beam could detect his presence
This is- Dramatized version of one of the many copyrighted stories now on sale at your local- local-
All the characters and all the places named are fictitious
Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
Ha Ha Ha
The wheat bears bitter fruit
Crime does pay
Ha ha ha
Is there any rational explanation?
For goodness sake! Somebody block up that window, I cant hear myself think!
If we push these two filing cabinets over to the right
Push! I will push for my life!
Yes, now I- |
Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, bout to fail
Sunday in the A-T-L and Im all outta ale
Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail
Mutt drinkin out a pail, who let the rat out the cell?
Got all the ingredients and recipe, might as well
Since last week the bootlegger been in jail
If all else fail, inhale the ale
Makin sure they cant see your sale via snail mail
Mind like a sewer, servin rhyme on a skewer
Doomll step to a fine dime like he knew her
My black sister, she said Step back before he kissed her
She did the dipper and the smack just missed her
There go a list of politics like Henry Kissinger
99% of rap is just a friendly issue to
Im like these dudes must have some screws loose to hate yall
Or a couple of ounces short of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball
Yall know its time for the end, when the day come
Buy an album, get rudely insulted over fake drums
Same CDs you get for free, you break em
Wa-alaikum, make em eat they food like steakum
Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paparika?
One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker
Every week or so peaked out the lab though, eureka
A technique to keep somethin uniquer in your speaker
For yo information, I didnt do the beat yall
It aint my fault, if she didnt move her feet at all
Skeeter, got Peter to pay Paul
So you can drink it on Mary so she can play ball
... So let her have my scrilla
And cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast, make you haul ass slowly
And rhymin to remember what you told me
Holey moley, did you get a load of her roley poley?
Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me
Whoever dont feel him build walls like a goalie
One for the money, two for the better green
Three for methanine-dioxymethamphetamine
Told the knock kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend
Tell him its for Medellín and use oxyacetylene
Who needs airplay, its all just hearsay
Leave a wig like it was havin a bad hair day
Miracle glide master, asked him whats his secret
He said Shasta, and turned to formaldehyde faster
When Im home with my lady, I try to duke her daily
One night she tried to flail me with her ukelele
Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat
With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat
... You better have my scrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast, make you haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holey moley, did you get a load of her roley poley?
Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me
And if you dont feel him build walls like a goalie |
Look, lets get this show on the highway
No time to play, Ive been up like fire escapes
Late night writing like poets, in fine space
Im feelin like a hero all I need is a fire cape and Im straight
Then you can call me Mr. Emperor the greatest kid
Then shredding competition like cheese when it grates
The one that they say is rude till they see him in his face
And notice that his intentions pure as the 9th grade
I need a Mother Theresa to be my new babe
I be father Tariq, as we lead new slaves
I walk Earth, reading the signs like new waves
I used hurt building inside to make raves
Like the legion that I placed em in, when Im goin ten
I got em shocked, like tasers and surprising a friend
If you feel you got a problem dont watch and pretend
Because I got it on lock like Im tryna defend
Cause I aint never been the kind to depend
I could body the pen
It goes down like when politics ends
That ink lines help me travel time again and again
Like twisters, had to spin in the position I was in
Now everybodys kid, and who would see differently
Fuck it, I know its because Im gettin in the industry
So I dont let it get to me, I see it all differently
Could never let it set a nigga back like bigger Ts
Double XL, ready yeah these tees
Like the senior in the Freshman classes getting Ds
Still Ive been tryna be breathtaking like a wheeze
I can see, Im boutta blow like it finna be a breeze
Peace! |
Yeah, and away
Going down
I say Im on an astral adventure and Im living in dreams
This reality is backwards, it really aint what it seems
I done grabbed it by any means
Like a savage who peepin scene
And see
They is weaker than the stream or ravine
Got the sack clean, now Im up higher than Zach LaVine
Overseeing all their acts and they actions like the king
The difference is we hit and connect like a fling
I been itching and searching for an answer like it was Bing
Though the bling doesnt satisfy my hunger inside
I still cop cause on the outside I love to be fly
A revolutionary losing my mind, still Im reclined
Im thinking this by design but still I never sit and whine
Im a lion so they wanna see me flop, not ahead
They be trying cant be topped like Im a plane
And a doubt they wanna see me rot, Im like dang
Going out like Spike in Bebop with a bang
Sunsets til the sunrise
Gotta move like a ride
Just know Im coastin, coastin
Just know Im coastin
Rain wets but the sun dries
I wont go inside
Just know Im coastin, coastin
Just know Im coastin
Look, been noticed since seven sevens
Im coasting life and riding highways to the heavens
Like a young Mike, Im tryna be a young mic legend
Like Im approaching them with knives, yeah I know I got em threatened
Im trying to live life cool movie feelin, better setting
This industrys high school, the real world better set in
Could never play the fool, it wont go like a dead end
I got it locked and now the minions mad like dread and
Thats the hair on the head and the emotional connection
Im living my dreams, guess my main focus is inception
Pardon the digression but my mind really races
Get your bets in and place it on Bishop for the best win
The kid about 62 with a slick grip
He the newest sleeper but their eyesll never close again
And now I got em hypnotized like they all depend
And the paintings went and synthesized the hating within
Sunsets til the sunrise
Gotta move like a ride
Just know Im coastin, coastin
Just know Im coastin
Rain wets but the sun dries
I wont go inside
Just know Im coastin, coastin
Just know Im coastin |
Just to make a buck
Just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck
I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a buck
Yeah I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck
Tell that nigga that I said that shit
We sip the liquor and spit thicker beats and
Lets get one third straight before you run your mouth
We dont eat souse and we dont make hip house
I been known to cut a rug though
We dont play, like and Hasbro
Theres that issue, Sonny Bono
Share and share alike, but not just drinks yo
You say I dont drink, I smoke weed
But Ima drink the oil til my motherfucking spleen bleed
You aint proper just because you rock
Make more headway before you rock a gay lay
Ima say it on wax and Ima say it to ya face
Aint understand one of yall niggas fucking with Count Bass
PPMD, Pocket and Prada Making Dollars
Aint none of yall fucking niggas fucking in fucking Impalas
Just to make a-just to make a-just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck
I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a buck
Yeah I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck
Swig more, here you go, a big pour guzzle
Put a plan together like a jigsaw puzzle
Okay, here it goes, the big score, huddle
The fuzzll never know what hit em with the muzzle muffled
Scuzz bucket, its in the dufflebag, tuck it
And dont be scared to pluck it when its time to get ducats
A lot of crews got cold feet
Hold microphone like hold heat on a old beat
On a roll, brothers gotta eat: whole wheat
Shall not live by bread alone he need meat
Rice and beans at least, and that cost paper
You might wanna lay off the sauce before the caper
Whoever get in the way go bye-bye
Aye aye Captain Fly Guy, I try
To catch it off a dry sip of Mai Tai
DOOM pry a penny off a dead guy eye
Just to make a-just to make a-just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck
I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a buck
Yeah I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck
Be like ROYGBIV and celebrate diversity
Yall niggas gotta work with me, cant give you beats and rhymes for free
I repeat I roll five deep, responsible for niggas who unrelated
Clipped em , thats why out there Im spotting the streets drinking
Every niggas got a IV or love for me
So what you got to say Mississippi Poitier, would it be okay if I scored your next film?
I got a theme thats gorgeous plus lush, the way the French horns sing the melody at the quote of
Dwight Farrell, 94 Merlot, yall niggas soda
I used to say Bass-quate now I say Basquiat
I heard that nigga made the beat bop
I got a flag in my spot but its a riot going on, cause ragged DJs stopped playing my song
Just to make a-just to make a-just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck
I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a buck
Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck
Just to make a buck |
A honest day’s work for a honest day’s pay
Stay taking wages the anonymous way
Calmish, pay to the Amish selling
Promise me gold bond, palm itch swelling
With no tact though, ipso facto
Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo!
No question, a ounce of prevention
Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention
Attention! No throwing stones at the homeless
Or else ye yeself may end up with your dome blessed
Chrome dust, nano-sized particles
Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools!
Defeats the purpose
Greedily slurp up the surplus and burp pus
So nervous, you can hear the shirt must gush
Hush, hush. Trust. Visa-Villain til’ the Earth crust bust
Dead drop, leave it right there
Chop it off, heads bop, breathe it like air
You hear? Study the devil
Played the game and choose to do so on a bloody level
Who sent him? Steady losing momentum
Oh, eat a rapper one-a-day like Centrum
The mask is like a Gundam, dumb-dumb um
And it don’t matter where you come from, you bum!
What happens when the poles shift?
Dont matter for ish who you roll with
Cold and stiff, hold the if
If in case you need a facelift sold a gift
Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift
The sun still shines in the morning
We ain’t promising more, cept its definitely scorching
Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard
Ask if he could give an F like report card
Out-spit em’ like Jonah
Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses
On this microphone business, it’s slaughter
That’s on his two pre-mature daughters aortas
The flow was, uh, quarters, halfs, wholes
A roll. Like good times sold like good dimes
It’s just begun to began to begin
To end, to start back again for smarter men
And his retarded fren |
I was such a pretty child, mother, what happened?
Not that much of steady sleep far too much napping
Now my healthy skins been replaced by rough patches
And my medicine isnt syrup and its not aspirin, its drugs
I never quit, cant be done rapping
Its fun, but will I gather any funds rapping?
You cunts told me to sack it, but I wont have it
And you rubbish rappers need to vanish leave the pros at it
Cause the way you flows scandalous
Not in a good way, I hate it when you vandals spit
And no matter what your language is
Its all gibberish, somebody should go ban your lips
How does it not compromise with your Grammy wins?
You should mix some heavy liquor with Prozac and quit
Ill paint a picture, so go stand and witness
The most handsome wizard of flows, chants his scriptures
Im sorry mama, but the bones theyre not listening
And though I told them twice to stop, they just keep growing
And I was such a pretty child look at this picture of me
Im sorry mama, but the bones, just keep growing
Bold man, not a Modest Mouse
Id love to be the latter, but me and my guitar had a falling out
Lotta problems to be loud about, should have started a band that matters, throw the media garbage out
But I couldnt be bothered to achieve that, all I have is dreams, gotta tell you like it is, theyre dark and mad
Cat on the mic, dogs barking at me, while my rhymes evolving, Charles Darwins happy
Seriously, Its no dissing, its just a question
Its about your flow, listen
Was it mostly ghostwritten by the ghost of Walt Disney
Or was it Casper? Im asking cause your flows sissy
Now youre gasping, did you really think your flows cripsy?
You keep revolving around the same topic, flow-rotisserie
Its easier than its going to seem
Either you know it or you dont, there is no in-between
So I flow like a meteor. Dont you know this?
The other things are boring like the chores to cope with
Hope to flow til Im a hundred and four
And Ill repeat it if you think that I was joking before
I was such a pretty child. What the fuck happened?
Used to hold a smile, now Im throwing up acid
Used to be a pretty child, now Im pretty childish
Had a pretty smile, really. Now Im pretty wild, shit
Im sorry mama, but the bones theyre not listening
And though I told them twice to stop, they just keep growing
And I was such a pretty child look at this picture of me
Im sorry mama, but the bones, just keep growing
Id like to apologize profusely for using the word flow 8 times in 2 verses
Thats a lot
Sorry about that
And uhh, the title does look a bit weird doesnt it?
Such a pretty child, the pedophile anthem
laughs |
College educate; medical school, specialised in pscyho- psycho... mental disorders, brilliant mind, smart!
Get him in here
Who are you? Who sent you?
Sent who, me?
Viktor!
Scientist, practical and fantastic, as rare as a metal face
Who?
A character by the name Vaughn
Viktor...
I-I thought i recognised you, I thought you were somebody I know
You look exactly like him
The same features, the same build- Oh give me that!
Please, theres nobody who looks like me
Are you trying to take him on?
You’ll need an army to take him
Cause youre nothing!
Viktor, you know i love you, don’t go...
Ive got to
Sooner or later it always catches up with you
Weve got another body!
The crucial issue appears to be...
Vik! |
Aiyyo Prince Paul, is this a Gas Face lyrical remix?
Yes indeed Serch
And it goes a little umm-ah, somethin like this..
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bassll express, KMD
Three blind mice on sight
Zev Lover, gave it the first light
So I revise on remix
Swing super unleaded on my gas dick
Kicks em in the grill, for non-believers
I leave em speechless, backstab deceivers
Sub Roc cut Serch with the clipper
I change oil, I unzip my zipper
A riff of Aretha, a face of saliva
Dont gas the 3rd, the 3rd is liver
And try your luck, but your ass got waxed
So all negative vibes got axed
I beg to differ, I cleanse my system
Another victim, the Gas Face I give em
Oh shit.. oh shit.. oh shit.. oh shit..
Verse Two: MC Serch
Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
For those souped up supremicsts
Cant forget about the cocaine chemist
That made crack a household name
Silence for Yusef Hawkins being slain
Lamebrains, who cant accept us equal
Black and white, wrong or right were all people
Trying for better days, to let our kids see some
Tenement Square, people fightin for freedom
Beijing students fought armies with guns and knives
At Kent State, they took four lives
Nelson Mandelas not free
Cause he cant even vote in his own country
One day these problems will scatter
Cant you see the Gas Face is no laughing matter?
Oh shit!
There it is for ninety-one ninety-two ninety-three
Yo whassup whassup whassup
Yo Prince Paul who we givin the Gas Face too now G?
Yo we givin the Gas Face to, Jerome Williker, of the Bronx
laughter
Ye-yeah! Hey yo no Gas Face for Chantelle
No Gas Face for the Brooklyn-Queens
Connecticut Long Island New Jersey Strong Island posse
None of them get the Gas Face
Cause we love everyone! {laughter}
Stupid man, yall sick
Yeah we sick but we out too, peace |
Its the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs was touchin, never swallowed the ham
Hed rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your mans bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news wont tell yous
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
Rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it, rollin through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me, Daddy, funk me
Im like, Anywhos
Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes
I guess its better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox
Instead she wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory
While hes in his oratory, glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waitin for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
He busted in, blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board
If so, I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch a-go dry snitchin to the popo
Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier
Feel like Ive been gone over a year, came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
Well edumacated, he heard it when he meditated
In deep theta, let her hate the creep later
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Say he stay self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger, ill
And made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomitspit |
Our job is to manipulate the consumer by arousing his desires, and then we satisfy those desires for a fixed price! Its called advertising
By advertising toy guns youre encouraging kids to enjoy violence
What do you know about the total spectrum?
I know what I feel
Listerine, green jars, sick cleans, jallad be a enma
Thick queens, mamma mia robs jalapeno peppers
Click mean large, brick seen mirage is ours
Quick mean cause, strict Dīn, Allah
Make your quota, check your clock shock taqua
Concoct the potion, blue liner lotion, call it aqua
Tock you on watch, sure ahk- salaat tirakat
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 tengo
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 Lupin
Word is a bond thats honored don, shukran afwan
Ram te ek daan
Livin sunnah of the prophet Muhammad, alayhi salaam
Hes right, and he knows the rules, you gotta know the rules before you can break the rules
I just heard about the campaign, its a trailblazer
Your mouse trap conception, its a masterpiece. Why, its already a-a-a classic!
As far as Im concerned, youre my man
If you stiffs want TS to do your advertising, its gonna cost you a million bucks up front, cash
Im in
Me too
That is a revolution, man, dont you understand? When are you gonna start? When are you gonna do something? |
Uh
Ay, yo shoutout to the Treble fans
And DOOM too, bruh, that niggas raw
What up
Hot ass beat, and its not Lex Luger or Lex Luthor
And its hella
Teached the teacher how to teach
And fuck being cougar, dont give a fuck about the age its still
Keep em on they toes like they shoveling out poop
Or meet em at the door and let em know the dro
Showed me a new way like she was my tutor
Kick it so much its like I knew Kung-Fu stuff
Heard so many moans Its like my mind is a ghost town
Hit them with the okey dokey cause my flow wild
Get zooted the hokey pokey with the fro down
Fucked a couple girls told em keep it on the low-down
Put the blunt to my nose like Nyjah
Call me Human Torch cause I stay with the fire
Homie what it be, put it on, we can cypher
With raw high bros if everything
And plus, I met a chick named Pookie
Said I didnt have to pay and she still do me
Im guessing its the smoke making her a little loopy
And I never was the nigga afraid of getting some cooties
Team Diverse, we resembling to Goonies
Told me shed fuck so I didnt need the roofies
Dressed in lace, lips red like boobies
Shes a slut muffin couldnt label her a groupie
Because she didnt even know that I was into making music
In the middle of nowhere something like the boonies
I cant even lie, she was looking kinda juicy
Any nigga trynna cock-block getting two-piece
Or a Churches deluxe with a fruit smoothe-knee to the fucking gut
Cause thats just how I do things
Girls getting tummy tucks thinking that its beauty
But its all great, yeah, to me, the shit
Skating up town with a brand new deck
Hole in my show, but I still look fresh
A little Shoe Goo and the shoes in check
But I dont skate switch, so its not on the left
That means that Im goofy and I flick with the right
A new 6 set, kickflip it first try
Skate a couple hours, get buck, get high
Kick it with the homies, freestyle, cause life
Yeah yeah, I keep life simple
Best advice that I ever got was to sip slow
Never fall in love and keep your temp low
Smoke a lot, so running from cops got my wind low
Dont fuck with you unless you my kinfolk
Like leftovers, wrap her in tinfoil
And people dont complain if you been spoiled
Others keep ya head up cause life |
As vezes eu rimo três minutos direto porque eu acho que sou o Marechal
Nas música dos outros
Aí eu lembro que não sou e fico mal, me achando um escroto
Mas nada me deixa pior do que lembrar que eu tenho 22 anos e estudei 18
Pra num fazer faculdade e só dar desgosto
Eu acho que vou mudar o mundo escrevendo minhas rimas no facebook
E upando no youtube, eu sou noob... Peço de novo que minha mãe me desculpe
Eu passei pra medicina na UFRJ mas sou um idiota
Tão burro que me surpreendo de não ter entrado por cota
Copiei o flow do De Leve, misturei com o TF, mas nunca fui chefe
Minhas punchlines são piores que a palavra mequetrefe
Mas eu continuo usando, como se não houvesse amanhã
E continuo rimando como se não ouvisse os fã
E não ouço, não tenho, não sei se venho passar vergonha
Ou só reclamar de quem faz sucesso falando que fuma maconha
Eu sou frustrado simplesmente por ter acordado e não ter dormido pra sempre
Se eu já fiz algo de útil pra humanidade, por favor me relembre
Gosto de me expor nesses momentos de fraqueza e demonstrar franqueza
Por que tô de saco cheio de quem canta marra e tem certeza
De que pode tudo sem poder nada, não tem levada, só ideia errada
E acha que visualização é padrão arquibancada lotada
Você não precisa de mim, nem de ninguém pra ser alguém
Não cisma que eu vim pra te fazer algum bem
Eu vim ser quem não tem um vintem pra ficar zen
Mas que ainda assim paga pra não se estressar também
Cê tá ligado nenem, que sem
Heineken ou Stella Artois eu vim aqui pra zoar
E vou botar fogo nessa porra até Jesus voltar
Não tenho medo do juízo final pois sou bem aventurado e do meu lado
Eu levo o fardo de ter sido muito mal amado
Sei que Deus vai ter pena de mim, afinal quem não tem, né?
Olha, esse menino faz rap e acha que faz bem, não é
Bem assim, não vem assim querer me esculachar só porque eu tô falando
Vocês são tudo uns merda que nem eu, aí se enganando
Achando que fama e dinheiro te leva algum lugar
Podia era te levar pro inferno e deixar lá
Tô de saco cheio de padrões, sistemas, simetrias
Eu sou o cara dos palavrões, esquemas, putarias
Mentira, sou dos nerdões e nos poemas que lerias
Essas maluquices tu nunca encontrarias por mim, Malaquias!
Mentes sadias, em corpo bom, e boa índole também, ein?
Tá mais difícil do que ver nota de cem!
Sem Cunha, Temer, Dilma, Nog, Predela, Don Cesão, Emicida, Amiri
Sem Kanye, Common, Jay-Z
Sem mim, sem você, sem ninguém por aqui
É assim o tempo que promete estar por vir, por aí
Por aqui? Não tenho indícios de ventos propícios a inícios
Sustento meus vícios em comícios para matar todos os Julius e Tícius
São duas da manhã e talvez eu devesse dormir cedo, sei lá
Porque as vezes eu escrevo essas maluquices do caralho e fico querendo gravar
Eu sou o caso clássico dos que se perderam tentando se encontrar
Mas sou dos raros que num mandam frase de efeito querendo só se achar |
Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget
Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho
Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren
Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke
Guest shows, still incredible in escrow
Just say hoe, I will taste 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, you best to get Maaco
The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
... In all quad flavors, large savers
Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne
Think you know the name, dont rack your brain
On a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane
Laughter, pain
Dooms 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 vans screeches
The old man preaches
About the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches
For the old tan ellesses
... Jesus |
MF DOOM - “Doomsday ”
I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop
Hold mics like ponytails: tight and bob a lot
Stop, stick around, come through and dig the sound
Of the fly, brown, 6-0, sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap
It’s an intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat cats get kidnapped, then release
A statement to the press, let the rest know who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um... what is MF? You silly
I’d like to take “Mens to the End” for two milli’
“Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!” That’s an audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble. yo
Watch your own back. Came in and go out alone, black
Stay in the zone, turn H2O to Cognac
“On Doomsday” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday”
“Operation: Doomsday”
“MF? You silly” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday”
“Operation: Doomsday”
I wrote this one in B.C.D.C. O-section
If you don’t believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell number 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
Pop the trunk on C-Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if ain’t no escape, blame MF tape
Definition: “Supervillain,” a killer who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction as well as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I’m trading science fiction with my man, the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime. Get out
My face, asking ‘bout my case. You need toothpaste
Refresher mint, monkey-style nigga the Dentadent
And dope fiends still in their teens, shook niggas turn
Witness, real mens mind their own business
That’s the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that’s
Double Dutch, how come I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.’s make rounds, never had ox found
On shakedown, lockdown, wet dreams of Fox’ Brown
“On Doomsday” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday”
“Operation: Doomsday”
“MF” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday”
“Doom”
“Operation: Doomsday”
“MF” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday”
“Doom”
“Definition: ‘Supervillain’” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday”
Some M-er F-ers don’t like how Sally walk
I’ll tell y’all fools it’s hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let it interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off nibbling tip of nipple: 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 is like yin and yang
Clang! Crime don’t pay. Listen, youth
It’s like me holding up the line at the kissing booth
I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spitting all out the sunroof through her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turnt it up faster than a speeding knife
Strong enough to please a wife, able
To drop today’s math in the 48 keys of life
Cut the crap. Far as rap, touch the mic
And get the same shit a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the Devil? He on another level
It’s a word! No, a name! MF the Supervillain!
Doomsday! |
Unknown:
Yo, what up?
MF DOOM:
They shot T, T, T from 103
Running from the beat tree
They said he tryna flee
Mustve had a key, you know how he be G?
Nah, he she aint even try to help him
Made the call, yelling and telling
Flipped on her girlfriend, caught him freakin
And wild out
Grabbed her by her face and damn near ripped her eyes out
Nah, nah, they mustve slipped something in his drinking glass
All swollen, rolling, I tried to tell him think fast
Dang, I just seen that nigga too, G
Starting to look like that untrue, G
In CT, he shouldve stayed with the trees
True beauty, he couldnt see me if the trees was 3-D
Ambulance pampered her out, she was dead
Shots flying, caught him to the chest and head
Got up and fled, probably heading for the leg by the bed
And drug ya man out all cuffed up to gred
Tore the head
Told him slow his roll when I see them dissin
Messin with Suzie Chapstick and them
But did he listen?
No, stupid, knew she was a trick
But had the girl chasing the dick
It happened mad quick
I fell back and waited till them dicks was gone
T briefed the primates, tell em apes was on |
DOOM mumbling and singing
I hold the mic, like niggas hold their girls tight
But I aint after her, probably your Acura pearl white
The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done split it
To be specific more times than dimes in a briz-nick
When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick
At the Garden, true, thats the God in me, pardon you
Jeepers! I was tore back, the ho gained access to my beeper
Called back my secretary gatekeeper
Like I aint peep her, I said, Darling you was stupid though
You know the Super Villain,
I had this style ever since I was a child
I got this other style I aint flip in a while, it goes
Pure scientific intelligence, with one point of relevance
Emcees their styles need Velamints
And once the smoke clear, tell em its The Super Metal Face Villain, He came through raw like the elements
On 99 plus one of them
Plus with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him
When we with yall, we had tons of fun
Me and my duns and them
Actual true and living sons of them
Dead planets and God-U
Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you
And wont feel remorse for shit
Except for once , once I took my fronts out and lost them shits
Scientific going berserk like Red Alert
I really went to pick up wiznork for cheddar dirt
To fund these experiments is where I went
Obviously dead bent, and spent every red cent
To rule you, and still drop more jewels than schools do
Or even TV news thats designed to fool you
Yeah you, who hear the most grimy suggestions
From niggas with fly names and I.D. questions
Thats a Secret like Victoria teddy sets thats edible
Thems not ready yet for the incredible
Team of MCs who broke all fakes
Who thought they were slaughter proof
Stomping through like North Face waterproof
Tat-tat, thats the end of that
After hit the bar where baby girl bartender at
I told her more wine, mingling with no single mentions of
Stay tuned for more spine tingling adventures of ... |
By the motto
We cant lose, but you can die from them hollows
That the team shoot, the whole match got game
We them Parker Brothers flame
Leap up and bang just to park a brother
I guess my burner got a motherfuckin and shit
Been grim , yeah thats a real gift
Thunderstorm in the club, let yall drip
Trip rain man, call me
The notch a machine like
I aint stealin who? Nigga, who ya chick
Bet I lick my lips, then she lick the dick
Then we summersaulted, them bitches just a flip
And know I got you salty like high blood pressure
Top Notch nigga, nothin less will bless ya
If you test us, pile
And you playin dress-up |
Im in a threesome, red wine and bru
Pretty cool, makes me know Im an animal are you?
Ive got scars on my brain and some bleeding occured
Some freaking holes in my veins just from breathing this world In, looking around, didnt see any truth
It may be blocked by the neons, cannot see art
All Im seeing is shoes and jewels and other things
Cause the marketing kings know the way to stop peons
Go shop peons, 3D TV, the lead brand
Win a trip to the Carribeans, so you can
Smoke in the sand, feel like a poetic man
Your life is boring and bland, so why not dream on?
Wasting your time - does it not seem wrong?
Watch a man smile, guess what kind of crack hes on
Why is that homeless guy rambling on?
Why do my friends huff gasoline, huh?
Why do we eat pigs, but kittens we pamper and love?
Why do our leaders dont speak for us
Treat foreign lands with a bomb
We give them a second term, like it wasnt a problem
Our fake enemies have pride, so were happy to rob them of it
Our information in the Webs stomach
Im waiting till it vomits and I bet the fucking feds love it
Im just trying to grasp the sense of it
To the inventors of beer, wine and weed, you got my thanks for it
Theyre in a threesome in my lungs and stomach
My body will hate me tomorrow, but right now its euphoric
And youre just waiting for the chorus to hit
Youre bout to get horribly pissed cause it doesnt exist
Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer...
Im in a threesome, with my nemesis and his mistress
What the hell is my plan? None of your business
Fuck the rich kids, Im running with misfits
Try to use my brain, the motherfuckers, telling me its his
Im outta here, message received
The best medicine fed with impressive technique
Strutting around like Socrates with lessons to teach
Why wont the city notice me? Im a cellophane creep
Heart beats while the melodys bleak
My mind is a poem, Im an elegant freak, you know it
Roaming the streets, not known to preach
Pastors, psychics and priests, they are phony to me
My love story - whats it going to be?
I kneel before the drums like Juliette at Romeos feet
Asking myself what is my road and wheres it going to lead
I want money, cash, fame, though its horribly cheap
But, as you know, Fates a comedienne
Goddamn, why cant Fate be obedient?
Listen, Fate, please stop killing my friends
Lifes a movie, too bad you will never see it again
Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer... |
You never know it might be better than yesterday
Yeah, the last word you hear a Wall Street investor say
That’s the way the ball bounces off the asphalt
He hit the concrete and came to a fast halt
It could really hurt your brain
Was it worth the pain, ask Milli or Kurt Cobain
What profit the man who gain the whole world
Just to lose his soul, plus his main ol’ girl?
Sounds slick, he wrote it with a Bic Round Stic
Tie a brick around his neck so he drown quick
Prick… the tricks the Villain plays
For kicks make a killin’ like ‘Six Million Ways…’
A four pound, Tec or shotty
Turned the party out, bound to wreck your body
Til the soul’s gone, he keep an old born
That make more noise than a gold horn, hold on
Whats the score? Still slaughter, such a bore
Whoever want some water, come in and shut the door
There’s too much to live for
Got more, give to the poor
I’m abso-tutely positively sure
Put the raw in the wind like missiles
A lotta wack beats bring the gin like whistles
Shot the black heat, sting the skin to the gristle
Got the back seat to the kingpin, sizzle
Fire burn, it’s not none of my concern
Villain for hire for those who wanna try and learn
From the clever, wise brother who’s forever in disguise
Don’t be surprised when he sever ties
He never lies like Doctor Doom
Trust me, he keep it musty like a guys locker room
Trying to find out who stole the roll on
And make moves like a bold pawn, hold on |
I been in the game for years!
It made me an ani-mole
From honor role on a roll
To pawn to go on the whole
Not a fan of the scam
Since the sonogram
Then Monihan said,
Man, you gotta scan
The 48 Laws of Power
May cause deflowerin
Of your innocence, in a sense
Teach how to devour
1
Never outshine the master
Even if cleverer or faster
Youll never get too far
If you reveal the true star you are
Because it must offend
A hierarchys discrepancies
2
Never put too much trust in friends
Learn how to use enemies or
Spawn your mates yawnin jaws of ingratitude
Thata dude!
48 laws and platitudes!
Envy, ire and friendly fire
Hire the enemy
My music makes ten a me
3
Conceal your intentions
If theyve no clue what youre up to
They cant throw a wrench in the engine
Guide them down the wrong path
Make them do the long math
4
Always say less than necessary
What you express can bury. Spare the
Anecdote and a quote or risk a stigma
Stay an enigma quiet as kept
5
Rep rep reputation is powers cornerstone
Condone scorn and mourn alone
Youre born a clone
6
So court attention at all cost
If people dont talk smack
Then youre a small boss
Fall across the limelight
And even when Im wrong Im right
Why fight?
7
Let others work for you and take the credit
Dont forget, youre the big dick
Hes just the head of the clit
8
Get it the same as the W
And Let the game come to you
Use bait. Get a new fate
Before its too late
9
Whos next?:
Khrushchev denounced Stalins atrocities before hundreds of men
You were a colleague of Stalins. Why didnt you stop him then?
WHO SAID THAT?....................Now you know why...
A breath battles a death rattle
Words are weak, cause ill will
Results speak, instill skill
Step off the seesaw
And let the man free-fall
This is not what they teach in prelaw
10
Avoid the sad sack with bad luck
He carries a high risk virus that stuck
Hang with the fortunate
Go towards the light with the torch in it
11
Keep people dependent
To extend an ended friendship
Lifes not a rehearsal
Most laws hold reversals
Business never personal
12
Honesty works as an impassioned distraction
Its a blunt tool like the sheath the scalpel is wrapped in
Stow your force
Use a trojan horse to open doors
13
Appeal to a need
To implement a deed
Mutual benefits different from greed
Begging for mercy will just make him thirsty
And gratitude is an attitude leaders love to be freed from
14
Pose as a friend, work as a spy
He disclose what he knows, the surface a lie
Ask indirect questions to collect their intentions
Arthur Schoepenhaur authored art for open power:
If you think youre being deceived
Act as if you believe
This will give the speaker courage to continue
And betray whats up his sleeve
If you perceive he only halfway conceals
Express doubt. The man will reveal his reserve
And let the truth out
15
Crush your enemy totally
Mush him like roadkill. He
Wont be able to heal and avenge the violated
Hell only stay silent if hes iron-plated annihilated
16
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Overstayed your welcome, go yonder
No sponsor?
17
Create value through scarcity
When you remove a product
It becomes rare-- or appears to be
18
Eddie Fischer acted spazzily with Boris Spasky
And served his ass for free. Thats the key
Put the psych in cyclone like i hype my mic-phone
Isolation is nothing to write home about
You cant avoid pain
Conspiracies spring up like mushrooms after rain
19
Dont let your enemy engender energy entropy
If he cant take pokin fun
Thats a smokin gun
To break out in a broken run from town
Clown an insecure man and hell hunt you down
Some are too blunt to come around
20
Never commit to anyone
21
To make your mark feel smart, act plenty dumb
If youre a doogie howser, play a broody bouncer
22
Cant win? Surrender
That dont make you a coward
48 laws of power sours naivete
Thatll be the day you learn to devour
23
Spread thin cant win and move in a lead skin
Mom eats medicine to make a dead twin
If she can afford only one son
Concentrate your forces to the head of a pin
24
Do dirt, make an effort to be flirtier
Be the perfect courtier
A little birdy heard many more
When we score. Another 24
Where theres riches theres robbery n
Follow the scriptures of Robert Greene
Youll be seen and make a lotta green
Or pose as a non-player and
Pour water through a screen
While you read the menu
We feed on sinew
25-48, to be continued |
Hey Era what up?
I was always told man
What dont kill you only makes you stronger
It aint no secret
Through the struggle, only strong survive
Well I overdosed, put in overtime
Its survival of the fittest
No kidding, only put in positions where failures a vision
I get it, but still I still stuck by me
Been up, been down, some cided to up and leave
I know, went pain-huntin in them hard times
You see who really loyal to you and for type shit
Its like I had it restless during my adolescence
Not havin my pops, mad depressing
Head call and collecting
Having the coroners come and collect him
My big bro still a cold case, no arrest Im
Im supposed to know who stole the show before they left it
Of course I know because I had flow before progressive
Learned the ropes in time to show the folks what my progress is
Turn it up a notch, you could feel the heat up in my sessions
I aint got a lot of mofos in my circle
Too many fake friends, lord that could hurt you
That fake shit is universal
So if I dont play you close, please dont take it personal
Dont take it personal, dont take it personal
Dont take it personal, just dont take it personal
Dont take it personal
So if I dont play you close, dont take it personal
Find time through the days that could cover a short stack
I can do makin more than minimum wage
I could ask for a hand, but thatd lead to smacks in the face
Cause niggasll leave you hangin and loyalty is a phase
Growin up fast, outrunnin slow bucks
off work aint the same as luck
Standing my grounds tall, hold the mic with a vicegrip
Pressin all my enemies and foldin all these life tips
Now what shall stop me? Nothin, rollin over
My passion burns deeper than art on this mans sculpture
We all want this dream in our heart, it brings closure
But some give up before they even start to get focused
You see em comin up until they turn around
Got the city on my back, boy a knife would pull us all down
I represent way more than what Im around
Broaden my horizon, open-minded to another round
I damn sure work this hard to sit on the shelf
Got my own team, we dont really need your label help
Put in overtime in no time, the first place
Grind started from my mind, risen from this birthplace |
You better have your pencils ready!
Number two!
Its time to enter the mental frame center
Locked hourglass, 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 course
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
I got a question
I got a question
Out in the everglades forever paid rockin blue blockers
More rocker to the beat on the 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 got a question—
I got a question—
I got a question—
I got a question—
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
I got a question—
I got a question—
I got a question—
I got a question—
I got a ques—
I got— —question—
DOOM and iZ
Its DOOM and iZ
Pop Quiz |
If I could be candid, sometimes Im insecure, my bad
Theres more on my agenda than securing my bag
Yall say yall love the real, but watch pretend in high-res
Different rappers, same regurgitated interests, I gag
Im the future, call me Isaac Asimov, rap Octavia
Penning parables of prose, I might be hip-hops savior
Took a pint of blood and tears to learn to love my shape
And Im not trying to modify a damn feature but my behavior
From the cradle of the civilized to a gravе situation
Where a flag more privilеged than the enslaved of its nation
I made demos, I rock stages, now Roc stage demonstrations
With these semi-automatic multisyllabic quotations
Im a far cry from my homestead, Im a Starseed
Caught a love bug for these prayers like Im Starski
Now Im with a crew of rhyme slayers making bars bleed
Rivals trying to catch up, but they cant match my brain or car speed
Since the clouds departed, I just speak from my carotid
Pain a distant memory, the image sepia-ed and shrouded
Thats from years of light work that made this medium cathartic
Ride these BPMs like choppers til my grief became melodic
Turned a negative to positive with these musical deposits
So yall can gather my accounts and make a suitable composite
Of the person I aspire to be, peaceful and unbothered
With all my doubts and fears six feet deep and sleeping under sawdust
Exist out of the box with the elements and gases
While placing emphasis on intelligence and brashness
Devil run amuck while society is cashless
Alter the prescription on the frames of their glasses
Quick as a quitter will fold, some of what glitters is gold
Same story is old, getting left in the blistering cold
Broken souls get remold with little arbitration
Fortune favors the bold, as does incarceration
The art of manifestation mastered by ancient civilizations
Lies deep within the minds refrigeration
A shift of the eye is ample indication
To re-release a mudslide of latent inspiration
The butler did it, end of conversation
In this Information Age, you dont know nathan but hatin
From the beginning, in it to win it and still, he spitting
This fully written isnt a product of bullshitting |
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
Theres only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like were deaf
Tempt me, do a number on a label
Eat up all they MCs and drink em under the table
Its on me. Put it on my tab kid.
However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
Youre leavin on your face, forfeit
Of course the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told her tell him they stole it - he told her he lost it
She told him, Get off it, and a bunch of other more shit
Gettin money, Ds be gettin no new leads
Its like he eatin watermelon, spittin seed after seed
Its the bleed, give me some of what hes droopin off
Soon as he wake up, chokin like it was whoopin cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and theyre troopin off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere, read
“Too Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain.” Take pride in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speakin in rhymes as a old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No hes not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel him when he flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need some back... uhh... plumbing fixed
How its only one left? The pack come in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, What you doing G?
Dont make him have to get cuttin like truancy
Matter fact, not for nothin, right now, you and me!
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rappin and dancin like Redhead Kingpin
DOOM came do the thing again, no matter who be blingin
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time is it like its time for Tellie Tubbies
Few got it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the man who wear a mask like a tarded helmet
He plot shows like robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please
Run the cash and you wont get a wet sweatshirt
Mic the shotty: nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and Everybody on the floor!
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, comin to your corner store |
Im not like hov
Ive never been hustling big
Im not the bossman, I know that Im not running this ship
Im just a small fish who is having its fun in the sea
Black Adder of rap, aint no one is cunning as me
Go run and see got knights that are gunning at me
In addition the dictionary people coming for me
Breaking the language, as sweet as a geeky woman could be
The flows magic, dont panic though
Houdinis got nothing on me
Nine bars and I am having my fun
Dont want to bragging my son, but Im smarter than them
If youre listening, wondering where this banter is from
Im from Poland, motherfucker, call it land of the strong
Do a lightbulb joke, Ill shove it up in your ass
And youll be asking
How the fuck this Pollack done it so fast
Slick like the Genie, fly like a Alladins rug
A barbarian coming through
All you palladins duck
Youre
All out of luck, cause I dont plan to give up
Until Im gold-pantie-rich, call me Kylie Minouge
But for now, Im just some regular paranoid bloke
Doing voice-crimes, they should have my larynx revoked
Yes, I know I was bragging again
Its in the essence of hiphop, so its hardly a sin
Just so you know: if youre think about harming me, friend
Ill form my motherfucking syllables to armies and win
Everybodys screwing each other, like the monogamys dead
I saw my nemesis and said: Dude, arent we friends?
Fuck yall too, Im not saying sorry again
Your lives fueled with fake smiles, bunch of Barbies and Kens
Alright, so I exaggerated a bit
But all you haters should be smacked, feel the pain in your lip
To any folks out there, who may hate me to bits
You goota know the doctor said Im crazy as shit
Im gonna brainstorm now, it should be raining a bit
So you better keep yor cats at home, lady I am sick
Im infected with drums, hear the snare and the kick
You cant learn rhythm, dummy, you inherit the shit
Hear the kick and the snare
And all other percussions thats are filling different layers
Listen to kicking and clicking and throw your fists in the air
The revolutions coming and well be there in the bit
Im word twisting Till it hurts to listen
I curse when Im spitting, fucking sharing my wit
Matter of fact, gimmie the throne, the rest Ill have:
Some nice tunes , gin&tonic and an the xbox pad
The beat drops
Bitchslap him again. You all thought
The kids gone, the kid is rapping again
Rap considered to be Gone, now its Back with the Wind
That he produces with his lips, when he actually spits
Hes such a kid, hes got pedophiles kiddnaping him
In a previous life he mightve been Eminem
Before his soul died when Ritalin kicked in
And destroyed the legendary Shady villain in him
FV, watch him killing the men
Responsible for hip-hopss overfilling with trends
You motherfuckers raped the muses, now youre stealing from them
If you dont like him then, suck all the vanilla from him
And nobodys ever interfering with him
You better start the fucking cheering, when youre nearing on him
And be giving him six beers, better do it quickly
Because the third-person talking is fatiguing to him
Rrrrah |
This is dedicated inundated with nothing but mad flavor
This is dedicated inundated with nothing but mad flavor
Check it
Rather have a golden age
And Im not talking about sweet 16s
Or spipping the sweets to teens
Or police that pull the trigger to kill a nigga
Yeah i said nigga kinda out of the ordinary
So what makes it extraordinary
Im so in touch with my feelings
I mean the language of the soul
So fuck your demon- diablo host to the parasite
I got a pair of eyes plus a third
So i see your face shimmer of paradise
Between her thighs
In the naked I can tell your absurd
And you emcees spit so many lies
It smells like your ass hurt
I walk on grass floors
So bare feet compare me
To some riches try to find a tree
So you can climb into the sky
Say goodbye!
Now I cant see nobody else inside
Sometimes I just wanna go home and cry
Not wanted no more
Nobody ever loved me no no
Cant you see Im not wanted no more
And nobody ever loved me no mo
No mo
Im mister Mo-Jo rising to the sun
Clap your hands for everyone
All the children of the brown color
Stand up and make the world yours
Naah-
I dont tote guns
I do drugs sometimes
But its only for fun
I never meant to hurt no one
I play the innocent too often
I do sin
I have sexual urges
I curse
But i love it when my baby wrap her legs around me
Shit my momma would have a fit, if i said this shit
So i just keep it for me
Yo i needed some help
I grab a book off of the shelf
And i learn that i am the king of my own mind
Light makowski
Everybody wanna see me fail
So they can come and oust me
But throw up your confetti
And lets have a party
Because the worlds going to hell
Oh well I lead it to sail
On the good she Jesus
Its been through some shit
My names deM atlaS hi
Can you tell me your name once again
Its so and so do you come here often
Nah not enough, its been awhile since Ive seen your smile
I just wanna be young free and wild and peace out |
He’s a super—
Hero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Here to save rap
Always working on new flows, not the same crap
Operation Doomsday, the day after mission
Hot to death, iron chef, vocals in the kitchen
The world wants to know how we follow up a classic
Did we lose our hunger? Do we have the magic?
Day By Day, Metal Face, together, yes, we build this
Now it’s double homicide because, again, we killed this
MF DOOM and MF Grimm
Put ‘em back together—and you can’t win
‘Cause it can’t lose, so, what the hell?
While others choose to rock ‘em, we kill you with bells
I’ll resurrect you with some Special Herbs
Or we’re hurting birds with some special words
Punks think they’re gangsta, but they’re really herbs
‘cause when they empty a clip, it’ll test your nerves
Gangsta keep a straight face—you start to swerve
All that street shit change, you’re on the curve
Hollering like a bitch, what happened to the hard-talk?
Street shit is gone, now you’re driving on the sidewalk
Destiny is moving, looking at you funny
They see you were driving in the streets for the money
Lost your respect, now your face you try to hide
We refuse to stop and let you slide
I know this is eating you up inside
Day By Day distribution now worldwide
No longer honorable, you’re a fucking crook
You better get new guidance, your manager is shook
Hiding behind cellphones and emails
He’s a little bitch, between his legs is his tail
Three years ago, I left—that’s a fact—
But now I came back to save rap!
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguars a superhero
Jet Jaguar
Jet Jaguar
Jet Jaguar
Jet Jaguar
Jet Jaguar
Jaguar
Day by day, Metal Face |
MF DOOM & MF Grimm - “Arabic Gum + Ajowan = No Snakes Alive Pt. 3”
Locked down, learned law, represented pro se
Got released, mental beast did become Percy
Open gates, let me out. Mach speed, return to Monsta
Island, summon all monsters, spit fire
World burning. Purgatory, many moons, many men
Many made it out, and many go again
Many ways to make money in the streets, so many come
Many die young ‘cause the ghetto’s many guns
Harlem days, Harlem nights, path of money making
Harlem death, Harlem life, some get taken
Harlem world at war, bullets hit, you’re aching
Body at Harlem hospital, in surgery, Harlem shaking
Better way? Gotta be. Day By Day, try to see
Focus on future, meditate on positivity
I’m immortal, you could never kill me. My voice
Echo for eternity, threats don’t concern me
Now know true power
Is within, radiate to the people
Pure focus, no hocus pocus
Superstar Jet Jag, showbiz
So you know this, now I slow down
‘Cause I realize I’m speeding, and I give a
Moment of silence for the brothers who no longer here
I love you all!
‘Til we meet again, my weapon is the pen
Same agenda, no snakes alive in the end
No breaks this time for fake-ass friends
Left dead-bent, decipher what is meant
Question for the hip hop mass:
Who will grab a mic and wax an emcee’s ass?
Who could be three years behind and fly fast?
Jet Jag blast past where others catch crash
Music Platos predicted Percy, planet’s Pluto
Problem: king pissed, one head on the platter
Pest, Percy preach power to the people
Yes, punish him, place him in prison
Provoke him, play him, take away his privileges
Planet of the Apes, Caesar educate the savages
Settings starve him, reduce daily ration
Strip search, shake cells, see for shanks stashing
Swallowed by a system of six-day sores
Who hypnotize society?
Even though suffer slow, I
Still saddled my sanity. Most
Think it’s cool to kill kin and go to
Correctional facilities for eternity
It must stop!
Free Mumia Free Mumia. I didn’t come here to make friends, motherfuckers. I came here to piss niggas off. That’s right. What?!? It’s working. That’s right. That’s right. Let’s get this shit going. Manhattan, New York. Jet Jaguar a killer mongoose. No snakes alive. Once again. Keep breeding ‘em, keep killing ‘em. MF DOOM, MF Grimm. J. Marty, what up? |
You know, you best to watch out
Til you, be fresh out of clout
Rumors that he got a mouth on the street
You know, you best to watch out
Who knows, who is watchin in
You know, you best to watch out
Til you, be fresh out of clout
Rumors that he got a mouth on the street
You know, you best to watch out
Who knows, who is watchin inWatch your back nigga
Fresh water trout
Out of water
Somebody tell him yo
Watch your back nigga
Streets is watchin
Watch your back nigga
Fresh water trout
Out of water
Somebody tell him yo
Watch your back nigga
Streets is watchin
Chasin paper
Blazin up, in this bitch we raise the stakes up
A little bit
Cause I got all of em strung, dont give a fuck
Whos takin over
Team shit, holding it down
I told yall
Plans to get the grass
Dont sweat the test
Getcha money came to-
Came to collect
Yes
Loser, was twice in the fed
User, whose nice in the head
Choose to, entice him with bread
Air him, they said he was ex-pen-dable
Air him, theres no witnesses
Dare him, they said he was ex-pen-dable
Air him, theres no witnesses
Who knows, who is watchin inComin home son
Where that shit at bitch
Get paid son
Dead him dunn
Tell em the B.I
Dead em dunn
Tell em the B.I
Nosey yo
Motherfucker!
Bullshit, clearin nigga down
Yo!
You know, you best to watch out
Til you, be fresh out of clout
Rumors that he got a mouth on the street
You know, you best to watch out
Who knows, who is watchin inWatch your back nigga
Fresh water trout
Out of water
Somebody tell him yo
Watch your back nigga
Streets is watchin
Are you rollin!?
ARE YOU ROLLIN!?
...Are you rolling? |
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Your equalizer provides you with the means to make any and all corrections that you in your new capacity as audio playback engineer determine to be the most accurate
Say again, welcome
Jesus, the beat is cut in pieces like pizzas
When he grab the mic deez nuts said please squeeze us
He told em hold up, after the punchline
Single file rappers with dull rhymes and ugly shines
In the ring with the frizzy bearded grizzly bear
He win the thing with an exquisite rare dizzy stare
Gimme here, Ill show yall how to do it right
When he put the mask on he screw it tight, its stupid light
True story, you can ask Uncle Nu
I didnt know that was you
Dreams the heat beam is like a laser level
Aim it til it straighten out, do your best to graze a devil
Bass and treble peakin, make sure they even
Be fakin more and he break her jaw and teeth in
Leavin creepin
No time for weepin and grievin, deep in breathin
Keepin on believin, it dont matter
Honing on the data
In the zone zonin, ownin microphone chatter
Batter, swing |
The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool
The way it repeats can trick you like a stuttering fool
Uttering butter king jewels
His mudda been cool
Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool
Made his chrome dome glisten
At first he couldnt tell she had a chromosome missin
Kept a spare somewhere
In these underwear, he swear
To help her get the gum out her hair
They need to get they thumb out they rears
And show some skills the one time they come out in years
Instead of dumbing out in fears of they own shadow
In a game that swell em up to dead em like cattle
Take your rattle and skadaddle
Before you get a whipping with the pen and pad paddle
Ghouls, got em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes than molecules in the air
Ghouls, got em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes than molecules in the air
The track was like a thorn in his back
As for the rhymes, Ill give yall fair warning, its crack
Whoever start smoking, come back
Quit or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack
Sharper than a thumb tack
His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple
To him still, it wasnt so simple
Kept his right and left hand beefin
One knocking teeth in, the other one chiefin
But first this songll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes
Swooped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip
Before they put the system in and had it all stripped
It aint no need to trip
Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip
Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer
Burning like a bag of swag cess in the air
Ghouls, got em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes than molecules in the air
Ghouls, got em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes than molecules in the air |
Im addicted to buying unbelievably rare Frito-Lay products
I’m talking Fritos, Doritos, Japanese limited availability Cheetos
Save some for me, though!
Haha, no way bro
“This man is absolutely mad!” |
Beef platters, Im flattered you eating off chattering on me
Thats pussy, you chatter box, see Ill erase your matter shortly
After this verse finish and devour you corny rappers
Im so hungry, Ill eat the wrapper too
Shorty throw it backwards, so I dont need that quarter back, sir
Im pure and sure shell want to see me again, tomorrow afternoon
Sent her home before the sun set, she sent a text saying, We should be together staring at the moon,
But I said, The weather sucks. My idea is better, hun, you should just send me nudes,
She said, If I did, I bet hella niggas will envy you, she already knew, they already do
Practice led me to mixing my bars with catchy tunes and honeys escorting me to empty rooms
Smelling like sexy perfumes, leading them directly to wanting me to get in between like interludes
She wanted to cuddle, said it was chilly, I said itd simmer soon, she was shivering too
Sweet like Winnie The Pooh honey, but bitter too like the clitoris do something that trigger you to act like a fool
And when that bitch bugging, wrap you in cocoons, you gotta tell her, Holla back, boo, niggas that dap you wanna trap you
To find me, you need GPS, almanacs too, stoned like statues, hoes might jack you, ejaculate or grab the cake out your stash
And leave you with frosting, and the salad youll soon get tired of tossing, and flee with a gee whos balling to Palm Springs
I dont trip over small things, reign hard and cold, thats hail, all hail to the king,
Turtle beat the rabbit, but snails left chem trails that make you feel weaker every time you exhale
A bright speaker who break the speakers he speaking through, shock the world like Pikachu, parasitic friends, I got at least a few
I bet the leech is you, ill beats unleash this new side of me, when my speech is through, youll wish you had a clearer and cleaner view
Of the spirits inside of me cause I rap solemnly, three sides to every story, its hard to even call me isosceles
Even if you saw Solis cross the street today, you dont want beef with me if you dont eat filet mignon and cant slay King Kong
And your minds to easy a book to read, and youre still attached by the time the hooker leaves to bring the gwap to my team
You a duck, Im the chosen one, a goose amongst a few geese, elegant whip with two seats: what I dream to ride
Put ducks in a bucket of grease to fry, ready for war, only we survive, lost soul roaming with Caesars pride
I wrote this verse in my leisure time,
Supply dope lines to loyal customers, when its re-up time, I gotta see my supplier
Visit my mind to see how to take these people higher
Use it as a catalyst, say I gotta get a grip like pliers
Now I have calluses and blisters, sour piff sparked, Im Mr. Spark-A-Conversation-With-Shorty-And-Her-Sister
Slash world domination obsessive, on the hash, fed hash browns by a shorty thats red-skinned, how does that sound?
Wipe off my Elevens and act a clown with my bredren, the torch and the black crown has been passed down
The word classic is thrown often, I sat down on the throne, inhaling dro, coughing
Soul in the ozone, enemies in a coffin
Soul in the ozone, enemies in a coffin
Soul in the ozone, enemies in a coffin.. |
DOOM from the realm of El Kulum, smelly gel fume
Separating cell womb to Melle Mel, boom
Revelations in Braille, respiration inhale, view
Nations fail and shaking of a snake tail make due
Blazing swords trace the haze, praise the Lord
Saving Grace, lace your broad, she say she bored
A crazy straw, ink and stale dry paraffin
Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison
A bad samaritan averaging above average men
Rancid rants having rambling savages scavenging
For scraps, perhaps roadkill, if that
Gift of gab, and he flowed ill, chromе stiff hat
Known for writing lightning tight lines, chiefin
Beefin, being off deep еnds, divine bright shines even
Dimes quiet as mimes by design mighty fine
Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind
Need mines now that was this is then, listenin
To sizzlin officialtons whisperin, Him again
Metal Face Finster playing with the dirty money
Sinister, dont know what he saying but the words be funny
Major vet spaded through the vest with a bayonet
Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget
Make her sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits
Then it gets wilder with more childisher degenerates
Three thousand years ago, Moses said:
Every human being is responsible for his actions
Or thy being is still a beast, not yet human!
You ought to let your uncle flow, my motorcycle trunkfuls
From two-one two-one, lose crumbs to chunks in bundles
Hands down, better than what your mans used to get
Standing around from where the translucent looses spit
Missing wheel, you dont listen, youre a feel-head
Sitting in the kitchen pissing, twitching, kissing steel lead
Crime pays no dental nor medical
Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal
You heard like roaring waters in a seashell
If a tree fell, you couldnt tell from three cell
Be real careful, they tell him by the earful
Kids doing skid bids, acting out is terrible
Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on
Pants sagging back when you used to meant you had a skirt on
Squirts posing as thuggers and hustlers
El Eloh closer then yalls ball huggers and jugglers
Motherfuckers!
DOOM is transmitting a message to you
Super fools
I need to use more power |
I just want to be large, large like Whodini
Cuz fame from my name on a train and graffiti wasnt good enough
Maybe I was bein greedy, but I thought I could be on TV
Fact is, Mike Jack set it on fire
But I moonwalk with an umbrella six months prior
In my school talent show
White gloves lock ticking
We was in the park, poppin like hot chicken
I was on the block trynna get my name known
And be the hottest in the hood like flame, on
Or maybe just the best in my building
Competin with the rest of the children
Let the crowd judge who the winner is
They can be so cold like the winter is
My mama always said -Have no fear
And I will rise to the top like a cold beer
So Imma hearse my lines on the F-train
The boys famous, why should I have less fame?
The freaks came out at the night and they stayed out
Without a doubt I refuse to get played out
I had a big mouth - would not shut it up
I can prove Im the best - just set it up
I feel like its me against John Little
All I gotta do is show the world my skill
Started with a dream, now the world knows my name
Just trynna be the best, so Ill be on that Fresh Fest
You had to have skills, to get a record deal
You had to be the best, to get on that Fresh Fest
I just wanna hear my song on BLS
Couldnt care less about a brand new CLS
I aint have my licence anyhow
Fat Boys had a show and made twenty thou- wow
You can get payed like that?
And all I gotta do is spit a tight rap?
I think i gotta few lines on stash
And I can have a rap game on smash
The boys better make room
Cuz I can formulate a great tune, yep
Peter Piper picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes
I bet I can get known with one hot line
I bet I can get on with one hot song
I just need to be like the one Run rocked on
Or, get like +Flash+ so I can be the best dressed
Yes, yes, so Ill be on that Fresh Fest |
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 ga-lashes, 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
Villain here, have em shrillin 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—
—Dilla, mix, mix, mix
Villain, his agenda is clear
Endin this year with dividends to spare, here
Its not meant for the seein
Went through the ceilin after enterin his center bein
A new meanin to sales through the roof
Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof
Its the return of the tramp
Who do a duet jam when Ernest Goes To Camp
For the right earn - namean like Vern
We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn
Jiminy crickets
He gets lucky like winnin free tickets off SimplyLyrics
One mans waste is another mans soap
Sons fan base know the brotha mans dope
A real weirdo with a bugged rare flow
And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow
He wears a mask so the charge wont grab
On a rooftop with a large stone slab
Heads up, talk white and thought niggerish
Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish
Black licorice and equally as yucky
How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie
Monkey hustle, man on fire
Later for the date than the Hadron Collider
And cost more, it be seemin like a style
DOOM leave the competition steamin like a pile
Smile, ding! Sparklin jewels
In effect like alternate side of the street parkin rules
Fools, the roach was never dead
Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head
Instead it was depicted as flicked in
Split, the wicks lit |
Yo, yo, yo
1,2,3, in the place to be
Having a P-A-R-T-Y
Check me out now
Whoever dare to follow
Eats humble pie with merde gelatto
Nowadays you can buy a Rothko at a Costco
News is entertainment even if its gloom and doom
Customers create by mixing up what they consume
Like a DJ
Lichtenstein picked a time to hang comic books on Broome and Broadway
Marketplace lies at the crossroads
Ads are better products cause they cost more than the show
After maximal fragmentation its natural to converge
Church and state merch is hate, thats why they should never merge
I advocate for abstinence when it comes to cocaine
The brand is recognized by color scheme even with no name
In a crazy world its difficult to go sane
Hurts no worse than the curse
Of habits that dont work
Or to burst on stage completely unrehearsed
These basement tapes are savin grace from chasin papes
Ass-fuck with brass knucks
If you pluck my last buck, pickpocket
Ill rip your balls from out your dicksocket
And combination lock your lips for shit talking
My rhymes stick around like a cold sore
How come Mead dont make unruled notebooks no more?
I dont like the Russell one
Cover the color of bubblegum
Plus the binding always comes undone
Im so New York, I changed my number to 3-1-1
Try starvin and youll prefer eatin by wide margin
MC Paul Barman presents a tempting fall bargain:
More knowledge in one song then the next mans whole album
Fluffers drool gladly
Suffer fools badly
Its hard to pardon a fool
Comin fresh like shesh besh
Thats the cardinal rule
Fake purist is an undertaker
Thinks hes an operator
My wife had to explain that if we were all innovators
Then the systems would stop and quit
But the systems a fallacy
Realitys duality, My theory of opposites
Biz Markie clowned around, was really in charge
Jay-Z comes Joe Schmo, google plex extra large
Clinton dodged questions but watch lies bounce past the gate
Whereas Bush spits opposites, shits smacks in your face
You swear youll never bitch like your grandmom
But an opposite pole defines the plane that you stand on
So how to create an idenity youre proud of?
All those threats just beg for loud love
The hitmans a chump, the boss keeps the riches
Gunguy takes risks, first to sleep with the fishes
KERPLUNK!!!
Doublepumps only power for gutterpunks
Its harder to run the factory for Puffalumps
New kid on the block, Glock locked by Euclid
Hook it up
And if you dont know, Look it up---stupid |
Yeah
Its good to be home
No place like it
Home sweet
Home
Ayo Im going back to Cali
To all the ladies in the valley
And the weather more beautiful than Halle
And I done been all through the hood
My boy Dougie D, man he took me on a tour through the hood
Slauson swap meet, Crenshaw, stop, eat
Then go to Melrose, cop a pair of shelltoes
Then Im jumpin on the 5-North
First I gas up, and then I drive off
To the Bay, oh how I love it in the Bay
Same way I love it in LA
I get a lot of love up on Haight Street
Folks look up to me like Im 8 feet
Tall, ayo the West Coast got it all
And every time I go, man I have a ball
Fun times, sunshine, thats right up my alley
Thats why Im going back to Cali
Ill be back, for now Im gone
You know what they say, no place like home
Im keeping my girls in my phone
Worldwide I be all in my zone
Cest la vie, cest la vie
Adios, adios
Au revoir, au revior
Cheerio
Home sweet home
Hey yo, Im going back to Paris, France
And I must say, that you really should go if you have a chance
The culture, the music, the art
The food, the people, they real to the heart
This is genuine love, this is not a act
And I couldnta put it down on a hotter track
I hear a lot of cats talk a lotta smack
But I lost six Gs, and I got it back
How real is that? Thinking the utmost
Respect from me against the world full of cut-throats
How could I lose a grip like that?
In a crowded sports bar and get it right back
Its like no place I ever went
And thisll be the biggest shout that I ever sent
To any city that I ever flew through
Merci beaucoup, I salute you
Ill be back, for now Im gone
You know what they say, no place like home
Im keeping my girls in my phone
Worldwide I be all in my zone
Cest la vie, cest la vie
Adios, adios
Au revoir, au revior
Cheerio
Im going back to the Netherlands
Switzerland, Finland, Deutschland, and the motherland
Im going back to Jo-Burg, back to Cape Town
Back to Sydney, oh what a great town
Let me break down where Im going back to
If I been through, I want to come back through
And like a tattoo, I would stay permanent
But my love for the road dont determine it
Ill be back, for now Im gone
You know what they say, no place like home
Im keeping my girls in my phone
Worldwide I be all in my zone
Cest la vie, cest la vie
Adios, adios
Au revoir, au revior
Cheerio
Home sweet home |
Just because you think that youre gorgeous
Doesnt really mean youre flawless
Just because you think that youre gorgeous
Doesnt really mean youre flawless
She didnt want me nah
She didnt want me nah
Sipping a PBR and a cigarette
I feel like a star
Lick battery acid just to get a charge
Positive take away negative
You are the one I wanted to get lost with
To find myself with
No matter lets skip the chit-chatter, lay down
Make love, take drugs
Get a buzz, feel numb
Go down in a ashtray
Dry leaves take long to figure out what I want
I had it all but then I lost it
But I figured thats what I wanted in the end
Never show when its time to pretend to be grown men
And women who want children who are like them
But sister so sister so you is a Ghost a ghost
I want to be dead like you
Can almost walk through walls like you
I would be glad to go to hell along side you
Just to be with you
Its true i been the kind of cat
To worry where he left his tracks
In the house, in the apartment
Where its dark my head can draw up thoughts
Where it starts, having no clue what to do
But to eat my stale food
Like saltines spit them off
The only components in the cupboard
That can take away my hunger, thirst
Water is the healer, but liquor is the dealer
Gaze at the mirror for hours
Till I look for Minnesota
Alone so alone nobody home
I got to go
Back in those summer days
Mine was like a maze
No get away car could take us that far
Just, only to the forest
And we dance around and undressing
Laugh at Ouija boards and dark lords
Take us through the portal
And we become immortal
All these emotions to sort through
Bitch look what you put me through
Back no matter how demolished my old self come back to you because |
Damage, uh, damage, uh
Yall know good and goddamn well
Youre fucking with a brother who aint never had his hand held
And never seemed passed out
Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles
In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you
For this respect, I sweated and bled
And have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said
Were unaware of his racial make-up
We know hes an albino but cant science the face up!
Never question what I am
G-O-D knows if you dont, you can never understand
So you need only know that Im unrelenting
Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending
Cast shadows like light descending
Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending, but
I got some shit to tell you on my next record
For now, we and Sage Francis connected and did--
Damage, uh
Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas
Hope is one struggled game thats persistent
0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance
Pistol clear before this new year existed
Somebody get the door
Fuck it, let em snore
Its all been said before
Buried in a metaphor
Lucy is hip-hop, and Jacobs a prince
Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now
They say Im buggin, because of the way I love em
Nervous, cause I know Ill never make the perfect husband
What, they treat me like LL for art fucks
They hang out and argue about my clown thought and snort rocks
From the twin cities, call it the deuce
Skinny grizzly-bear alcoholic on the loose
Sing with me, show your love, give me proof
Flip the switch to damage and make this planet move
Never intended on making records that seemed too slick
Peeps move quick from cheap music to G-UNIT!
Weak bullshit pulls chicks, but Joe Beats..
Flosses every day
Aint he aint talkin bout my gold teeth!
My hobo teeth is no sleep for seeking soulmates
Getting cold feet, if my queen dont awake
My feeble bones break, spines curve
People dont take time to learn outside the pyramids
WHAT THE DILLY IS? Im unsure, but so sin-surr
Get your hurr did, that aint a perm yo, thats a temporary
That aint a wormhole, thats a cemetary where they bury the lies..
Im lampin, Im cold cold lampin
Out in the snow, campin
Cuttin wires so your phone cant ring
You dont know a damn thing after your city gets undertaken
Pass me a sissy so sucka Ill slay him
Damage, uh
Dances
Famine
Damper
Dancer
Francis
Hah, MF Doom on the beat
Non-Prophets, Slug and Ali
Together at last, like cocks and cunts
Yeah, lets fuck it up! Clip that beat
You know, were pretty much humanous
And thats where wed like to work from
From that vantage point
Exactly, and you know Non-Prophets is spelled
Like you know, like P-O-R-P-H-E-T like meaning
Like Non-Prophets, almost like a pun in the word |
Stop, stoppin, coppin pains in the night
I be better off goin bar hoppin, waitin to fight, right?
Nobody want to get tapped by the gauntlet
You got it then flaunt it, its gone, rap is haunted
By the livin dead, give em the bread
Rip em to shreds while sippin the red, bled
Chip in the the head, MCs is bought and sold
They rhymes aint worth the weight they cost in gold, hold
Like a thin chain from here to Brisbane
Printed names in vain, represent the insane
Gotta do it, snottily putrid, true grit
Came to spew spit like bodily fluid with mucus
Crews is useless, facts like a druid
Wack like the new shit, smacked like fluid
Rules is rules, backed right into it
Ghouls is fools thats too cracked for school, prove it
All the way to UK, to BK
Hear the echo of the bang
And a cockney rhymin slang
Hurricane rippin through your terrain
Hear the echo of the bang
And the cockney rhymin slang
Black Cupid, who act stupid
No guts no glory, what your story? Bore me poorly
Saucy oftenly, enough for coffee
Barely fiercely, fairly scary stare
Lets be very clear emcees is derriere
As well as unaware, wearily
Just dont be nearly near, you hear me?
Slow flow speed beats, cheapest on his feats
From your nosebleed seats, cleats
DOOMington run, once all the shroomings done
Left the room with the grooms unassuming blooming honey bun
Lady friend Isreali Liberian
Hair radiant, wavy, crazy grin, baby skin
Toes and hands did, rocky diamond thang
Uncle Joe grandson, cockney rhymin slang
Flows is handsome, cockney rhymin slang
There go your anthem, cockney rhymin slang
All the way to UK, to BK
Hear the echo of the bang
And a cockney rhymin slang
Hurricane rippin through your terrain
Hear the echo of the bang
And a cockney rhymin slang |
For the love of Christ
I dont need ice to leave you froze
Turn your brains to toothpaste
Squeeze till it blows
Grim Reaper with rap flows
Raps a trap, those attack
Foes who lack respect get head cracked
Survive with the movement
Madness, domestic abusin
Extortion, Organized Konfusion
Teenage abortion, tossed and forced to prostitution
9/11 distorted the laws proportion
We was one unit , now we back to bein monkeys in mosh pits
Drama and mayhem, soon as the dark sits
Spark the heart, bacardi dart
Rotty-doddy aside
The Maserati, dog, respect the art
Black Max with smarts
The special effects that light up your heart
Me on the mic is like the bite of a shark
Ignite, and drove ya bullshit
Right off the chart
Out the hood, most misunderstood
I gotta stay sharp
Remarkable with this modern day art
Pos the soldier from Rosewood
Vanilla dutch, touch thats so hood
Blaze like blueberry haze
You know how we roll in these last days
Smash cats into raps for
For them, its Poe
Spittin that 89 crack flow
Tap hoe
Bounce out the back do
But not without his gat, tho
Danger Mouse came with that
Bent back, the big grim track
Get back, Po
Hmm..
Is that so?
The first Hip Hop chat show
Whoever talk slick get they lip popped by Fatso
Bum, feel the sting linger
Wrote this humdinger with a
Dislocated bling finger
Still king of the hill, its the DOOM-Hour
When he came to spit more gibberish
Than Boomhauer, mayne
Wigsll bleed with the quick speed
Drag em backstage
Like the tiger nigga did Siegfried
Caught a deal on a sawed off
Bought off, suit and shells
And a hood shit
Just to ward off the groupie-males
Most will boast that his flows is coastal
I hope he get on the mic and dont go postal
But keep it blissful
Its wishful thinkin
Piss full of drinkin, fist full of Lincolns
Pistol full of lead with, one in the head
And a fan base that spread from the unborn to undead
Dunn said, terror alert high
Dress code when its stress mode, its shirt and tie
A certain guy told her ignore the mask
A flirt in a skirt to make you beg for the ass
Baby got back, maybe got black
In a stranger house, Danger Mouse
Gave em hot tracks
Aksd him could he bark on the beat
And spark Cali
Villain not the cat you wanna meet
In a dark alley |
Yeah, yo, class is in session. Im in the lunchroom
What a connection to have
Whos the best? There’s a such thing as dumb question to ask
Words. Im on the deans list
You got to be serious
For cats that missed gym and missed the regents to see me spit
Teachers dont check or edit. They check your head and read it
Got extra credit—read off the teachers pet to get it
Dump your trays so we can just bang for these beats
Its so crowded, people sitting on the table for seats
Students aint returning to class or concerned if they pass
Because they learning more from me than they learn from they class
Rhymes in my mind plus my binder—know where to find us
The picture wont even wind up cause if I line up...
Another face in the lineup—unusual suspect
The angel bang you. Change your square, rectangle
My mouth is a gun known to blast crews
I stay spitting like Chinese dudes in fast food
We come through with skills, kill the many raw
Now give me mines, for real, like guilds with Freddy claws
And catch another line punch from the buttercrunch
Brother shine funk, sound the gutter, grind drunk
Cold fool, bash crews, take they boombox
With dynamite sticks in my hand and boombox
Explosive and Im only igniting—trust me
Nobody wants this like diarrhea—why you fighting?
These are my school days—J killin it. Tainted Kool-Aid
And dues paid came in mastering my tools of the trade
Aint cool that the games cruel and the rules are the same
But my love is spittin fires what fuels the flame
This played fool tryna play fool, so either upgrade
Or get treated the free-lunch way—eat em up, J
Cause when theres pangs in my stomach, you gon see the fangs coming
With the fangs comes the beast—thats the change a-coming
Cause we the freestyle authors with a free trial offer
You want a piece? You want to see a child in fosters?
Well, we advice caution cause we a dream sequence
The Lineup. We awesome, illest team defense
Got my own lunch table. I dont go to this school
Even teachers raise they hands to talk to the dude
School guards act hard—still nough shook
They know my book bag full of everything but books
Walk the halls with my shorty, drinking a 40
The dean couldve caught me but I heard the walkie-talkie
Absent every day, considered a truant
In the class by myself for spitting this music
Pencils kept sharp. Ink pen weapons
Rambo. Radio Melle Mel message
Twelve semesters uncompleted, hundred reasons
Ill never be shit? Then we shall see, bitch
I cut class like I like swords
If you aint hard like the boulevard erasure/erase your boards
Hesitate and get sent to the void
Man, he caught the keloid
First of all, yous a wind-up toy
I dont battle MCs—I kill androids
Teacher said, You too loose in the head
You dont get a graham cracker. You go straight to bed
Play times over. Go to straight to special ed
Play with Simon, do as he says
Professor X taught me best
How to levitate SP-12s at recess
The Lineup. Yo
Ayyo, check my phonics. Fo sho, get demonic
All crazed, Im all day— get all As in hoes economics
I blast rhymes, its on, and some chicks want mine
Some fast times, some Sean Penn at Ridgemont High
Tellem youre fresh man like Carmelo
We the super seniors—you get suped. You see us
Vote for yours, get strong, eat your veggies
And get beat, the wedgie—you learn your turn, youre over
Lost in thorns
Then youre real queer, so you get so weak
Your meek on some male cheerleader that wont sneak a peek
I cant respect it—see, my peeps are rep-to-death kids
Im effervescent—heads I give a F for effort
Who could turn a study hall into a bloody brawl
When they get it twisted like the funnies on a Silly Putty ball?
Ask not about the dome steam, the mask is hot
And hes not you man or your home team mascot
Ras clot. How them fools sound?
The twelfth-grade dropout who trespass on school grounds
Giving back and for the kids like Nickelodeon
Who mainly pay me. Fill out a app for custodian
With his record, thats the only job of hire
Way before the metal detectors and barbed wire
Supposed to graduated with the bunch of 89
They hated. He made em wait on the lunch lady line
Told us You better stop or her headll pop
The only class he ever passed was metal shop
Its where he used to practice his tactics to spit oil
Dont drink the milk—the shits spoiled |
Both hands clusty, chilling with my man Rusty
Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world cant touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro
Son trifling fuck, wildflower on the cycle and
Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in
West Brighton Pool, now Im into Iron Duels
Turn Nuns to Earths Whoopi, she at Allah school
Inhale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell knot, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand kids, the old rumor is
Blacks become immune and shit, we never did
Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs
Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land
You god damn right I fuck fans, king me
Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Make you snap your fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle
Shake that body, party that body
Dont fuck with Ghost youll feel sorry
Thats word, Im not the herb
Understand what Im saying, saying, saying
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us
We lay low glitter wax full bangles
Priceless ropes, lay around the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
Twelve men following me, it be the God staff
Move, every scripts like Miramax
Smash the big boy, totalled it, Wilshire and Fairfax
Son beaming wifey on the beach, sipping Zima
Wu binos, to latinos, we love Selena
Overnight, God schedules, Fed-Ex
Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Too hot, to handle one thought from scrambling the mandolin
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rolling up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop fronting on the ground fore you get touched
Its Canada Dry sess with Allah, son
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
Yo, I dont understand how these cats sip daiquiris
Like its all good down at the hit factory
Be on 54th, whole clique backing me
All that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery
I aint no rapper, b, I skeet Uzis
And I cant act, turned down 3 movies
So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash
And your fast food, Ill eat your food fast
My rude ass, carries 3 weapons
And Ill give your face a c-section and keep stepping
Who else in a hurry to mirk
We kill girls, rape em, bury their skirts
Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work
Id rather run the streets 730 with work
But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order
Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter
YSerious? This man cant be
Be glad Im not in her damn panties
Got a damn handy
How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy
Im going to sell to anybody in your damn family
Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
Your right hand man Randy, understand me
In Atlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land
Desert-colored: Sandy
You know the one with the whips, THATS ME
The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME
The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me
Get at me, nigga, THATS ME
The one that be running and dodging, YOU
The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU
The one thats scared of some yay yo
Always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch
I could show you some ice
Throw you advice
You not that good dog, who told you youre nice
Ay, yo your crew, switch siders
When I come through, hey Cam
Dick riders
But I only mess with Navigators 528
6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver
Come through, stick your suppliers
Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva
Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth
Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out
And I dont got beef, I dont play those games
If I did though believe me I would say yall names
Go to your house, red dot scope your crib
Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz
My crew split it was my mistake
But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes
Im going to get shit right if I spend my cake
Jimmy, Im a get you up out of 5h
This is for my niggas that load the pipe
Saying Im the best just not promoted right
You know my life
Drink, smoke, roll some dice
Control the hiest
Know Im a patrol your schiest
We all get schiest |
Hold the cold one
Like he hold the old gun
Like he hold the microphone
And stole the show for fun
Hold a foe for ransom
Flows is handsome
Os in tandem
Anthem, random, tantrum
Phantom of the Grand Old Opry
Ask the dumb hottie
Masked pump shottie
Somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
After rockin parties he departed in a jalopy
Watch the droptop pop
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 it like throwing rover a biscuit
A lot of bitches think hes overly chauvanistic
Let go his dick if thats the case
Rats, what a waste
More cats to chase
Dogs he got em 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
Well, 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 koo-koo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Review
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 bass
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
Come back with thumb tacks
Pop for the beer
Were hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
Hes in it for the quiche
You might as well not ask for no free shit, capiche?
Oh my aching hands
From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands
Villain - his smile stuns ya chick
While he puts 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 who spiked the punch
Curses
Hes 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 |
Ah... oh, no—I dont know what got into me. I—I didnt mean to cause all that destruction. Im sorry—so sorry—
What kind of no good are you up to this time?
Ive been expecting you
I dont know if I should try to arrest you myself or call the marines first—but how do we know you wont turn wild again?
Im here to help!
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
I know, some people change
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
I—
Its superhero—
Do what you do best—
My—
Vik in the sick captains pilot suit
Designed by Travolta out his mind
Is in the mind of another culture vulture
Threw him from Tulsa to this dimension
Right on time for the heroes-hustlers convention
Its no admission, you gotta be on the list
Play your position, peon, against the metal fist
Hes on a purely secular mission
Stroll through wearin the DOOM Clarks, second edition
Web slinger need a beat, well black him out
Flank him out, test his spidey senses on his bank account
For illest mention he hermaphrodite whose pants was tight
Who dance aight
Gave it to Puck from Alpha Flight
The mask was bright as lightnin
Same type of shinin got them Teen Titans fightin
Sippin on that She-Hulk milk, at least she said it was milk
In a Hello Kitty catsuit, I bet it was silk
Grabbed the award for bein hella raw
Of course he scored the relic for
Until next rhyme, yall—Excelsior!
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
I know, some people change
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
I—
Its superhero—
Where are you flying off to?
Ive got work to do
JVC is nice
Ive been around Japan
Its electronic, calls me Viktor
High on the scales, off the Richter
The media say Im mature, check me out on Wikipedia
Coach them off their walkers
Let them walk again and run and speed up
I come from a place where superheroes meet up
The X Men drinkin tea watchin chicks with D cups
Spiderman saw Doctor Oct spittin on top of a New York City bus
City Island eatin shrimps
Throwin fries in water to swans and ducks
Itd be wrong to the universe if I drive with a monster green Lamborghini up
All the 5s come out to reunite, throw their beanies up
I molest cholesterol, yous a fine tune abuser
The Yankees lost but the blue and orange team amuse us
I could make a million rappers whisper and hush
Cold Stone ice cream, you dont have to lick that much
They hold my balls, easy soft touch
Throw your ladies some bucks
The reindeers jump out, you need that antler juice
Ski hat with the mommy goose
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
I know, some people change
Its superhero vision; sonic—listen
I—
Its superhero—
I dont let it get me down
I know, some people change
It was like the end of the world. There was destruction everywhere. Scrambled around in hysterical panic. Cars busted, taxis were slamming into each other by the second.
Downtown was like never before. And the cause of all this—
I wont let it get me down
Youre right— |
Looks like its gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Looky here, its just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist
Doom, are you pondering what Im pondering?
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
Shes like a foundling, barely worth fondling
My posses on broadway like momma I want to sing
Mad plays the bass like the race card
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapenas
Get it like a whuppin when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hash is fiender
He just came from over there, the grass is greener
Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes
And I wish they fixed the door to the matrixs mad glitches
Flip so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches
One thing this party could use is more..
Booze, put yourself in your own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims you dont use
He only keep em to decorate
If you wanna peep him select a date
And bring a deep check like checkmate
I kid you not, on the dotted line signed
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine
Couldnt find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second thought its too thick
His assistant said: Doom, you sick he said: Truth through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning
With micropower hes sound and right reasoning
Easy as Pi, three point one four
One more one false move and theyre done for |
:
You said you want the moolah
Well come and get it here it is
Diamond studded from the brim of the cap, down to the wrists
And its so enticing
It drive you like a license
Suddenly enlightened by the glimmer of lycans
A dog is what they call me
Money like Wolf of Wall Street
Tell me just how you ball
Like honey thats where the fall be
A free fall when its free for all
But not like free literally
I’m tryna break free from my demons
Break it down for you Fully
Its fundamental, a higher power when its from the mental
I let my words portray the vibe and tempo
I dont even need the music, kill the instrumental
A soft spoken man with a razor sharp train of thought
Godzilla I tear that train apart
Cuz in most cases
It leads me to down the most cases
Handle of Henny and with no chaser
But then I see it straight like like
Thats why they left, cuz they aint right right
And dont compare, we not the same height
The rest of em sea level, let me take flight
:
Its all about the M.O.N.E
And Y must everything revolve around the penny
I walk upon the streets without any
Tryna keep a steady pace
:
So as I walk upon the streets
Hear me speak upon beats
Music delicacies we finna feast like
Hometown hit you with the profound
A working Blue Scholar like Im Pro Brown
Okay its on now
Epiphanies from the cortex
Hot as solar strikes
But colder than a vortex, polar
Mind controller, time slower
These rappers outta money when their printers out of toner
Knowledge of self my one true intention
Traveling to find my own dimension
:
This for my 9 to 5 to stay alive
And I know that God with me, I aint afraid to die
I take another second and I exhale
I know you’ve been through more than most and you’ve seen hell
But dont be scared homie
You know I care homie
I know you think my shit is dope
Its only fair homie
Now where my chair homie
I mean the throne, my b
I mean it doesnt really matter
Pay my dues only
And Ill be fine homie
Cuz we still fly homie
Economy seats with the slight recline homie
But I still wanna be the one they call out
For an encore, run it back, go all out
Its all about the M.O.N.E
And Y must everything revolve around the penny
I walk upon the streets without any
Tryna keep a steady pace
Yeah, and as life goes on
We walking and listen to the same old song
S/o Mountain Brothers
S/o Native Souls
But yall already know how that goes.. |
Hey! Yeah, oh, yeah, baby...
I really need to grow up
Maybe I should get older, wiser
Hey, sir, can you help me out?
Yo, could you help me out?
Yo, mister, could you help me out?
Just help me out
I really need to get wiser, older
Maybe you can help me out
Never was really too good at sports
Never really knew how to play the shit
Everyone always used to crowd around
Everyone always used to get down
With the funky sound of the funky drummer
Number one style for the number one summer
Here he goes again and everyone going to say
Why it never go my way?
Why it never go my way?
My way, my way
Every morning, wake up to a bad day
Thinking about you
And tattoos and clown shoes
And good thing I got ups and downs
Got help some time
Drink some liquor ought to help sometime
Maybe I dont need to feel alright
Once in a minute going once in a while
Mama aint seen my face in a while
Everything going my way
Why isnt anything going my way?
Why is everybody standing in my way?
Somebody help me out
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Never was too good at sports
Never really ate the fork of the fork
Never really gave a fuck, ya see
Everyone think I got leprosy
Never is really that bad
Nothing really ever really mattered to me
Why the fuck wont she look my way
I cant stand it
Call these women Jay Hawkins of the 21st centuary
The names DeM atlaS
Im rocking with MF DOOM on this shit
This is called Garbage Day #3
Maybe you need to pay attention or read
TV or television, get a itty bit of superstition
Or whatever you need
Whoa, hey!
Whoa, hey!
Somebody help me out
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Wont somebody help me out?
Somebody, somebody
Somebody, somebody
This is dedicated to you
You and you and you and you
This is dedicated to you
You and you and you and you
This is dedicated to you
You and you and you and you and you
Alright
(Help me out
Help me out
Help me out) |
Oh fuck, here we go
Bust a nut inside the stereo
Another whack rapper huh?
This shit is timeless
I can see you rolling your iris
And the size of the shits ginormous
Look back I did some dumb shit
Who did it
My ass was kissing somebody elses
Just trying to get through, now
Shake
Shake
Shake
Im just tryna get through just tryna get through
Shake
Shake
And Ill shake
Now come one
Come one Come all
This is an evening you dont want to miss
Watch what you say
Watch what you say
Watch what you say
All you children are inside in membrane
Cant maintain ever struggle
Remembering my own name
I forgot why I came here
Hey do you have free beer?
Thats ok I brought a flask
Put me up to the test
To blow up the president
For thinking he
Take over the White House
Go up in your wifes blouse
Now I already told you I dont give a fuck
These motherfucks dont give a what about your life
Fight for my right I party
And I am doing nasty shit in the hallway
If I had it my way
Are you going my way?
Im afraid not girl
Yeah I got the bad brains dont I
No could in the sky
Dont aim to high
And why you looking down at the time
Ill show you how to do a little rain dance
Unzip your pants
1 2 3
Sing to me now
4 5 6
Take a motherfucking bow
Mama gonna kick you out of this house
And your daddys gonna whoop your ass
With his brand new bag and thats sad
can I have your attention
can you spare me your time
Kid go rhyme over MF DOOM instrumentals
Ready I was special ready bout to go mental
Here we go let the trumpets blow
Be careful cause the {?] is a pro
Your ass better shake like it was a motherfucking earthquake
I dont have any eyes because the light is too bright
And they can all see inside
I dont know what dreams from reality
I learned to walk on either side
Are you a genie or the antichrist
Can someone please tell me why mama cries in her sleep every night
I emptied all the cupboards in the pantries
Trying to find something good to eat
I walk right down the street
Trying to catch the bus
The bitch bus driver dont stop
For a dark brotha
Undercover racist
Im developing a sharks fin tail
And my teeth are sharper than a ravenous beast
And I lay my fangs at your armor
That stands in between me myself and I
Ill bite the hand off whoever try to feed me
If it try to fuck with me
Ill meet you at the middle or the end
I dont got any friends, Please
Would you come again
I am having a bad day
Go away thanks I just wanted to settle the score
Shits not good between my father and me
When I was little kids used to call me a spaz
But at last. Would the ?
Please play that jazz
And I am loving that
Dejected rejected infested in subliminal messages
In context I feel as big as an ant
Sitting next to giants and tyrants and hydrants
My pants on fire like i am a liar
Twist my nose with some rusty pliers
I finally obtained what I desire
I go coast to coast
With the most flows I boast
And also with the dopeness
Dont try approach this
You niggas is hopeless
Please Mr. DJ would you drop my shit like an atom bomb
Napalm and anthrax all in one
Hijack and track and leave a nigga done
And if the police come what you gonna do
Im gonna shoot the fucking pig in the head til they all dead
I am ready to place bets
Im gonna slay you all, big or small
Short or tall, come one, come all
Ill make it sound so profound
A pronoun can pronounce it
I burned down my fathers house and
I pissed on his carcass and sheepskin carpets
Formerly known as the one called It
Coughing up phlegm and spit and shit so much
I got used to it
The whole world is out of order
Give up your boy, girl, son or daughter
The whole world is out of order
Give up your boy, girl, son or daughter
The whole world is out of order
Give up your boy, girl, son or daughter
The whole world is out of order
Give up your boy, girl
The whole world smiles
It smiles at you
The whole world smiles
It laughs at you
Everything is broken
I wanted to wake up from these bad dreams
I been having lately
Can you wake me
Leave me here
Aint nothing left to do but
Shake me
Shake me
Shake me
Aint nothing left to do, aint nothing left to do
Shake me
Shake me
Shake me
Aint nothing left to do, aint nothing left to do |
You’re going to school?
Don’t wanna miss that blood
Go on and get that honky education
You might be big someday, president
Fuck school!
Go to school, go to school, dropped out when I heard that
Too busy tryna figure out where the birds at
And them broads all stopped when I
They tryna throw me in detention, in Spofford
But I prospered, unlike they intended
You had on suspenders, I was gettin suspended
Posted up outside in my street clothes
Principals tried to keep me out the hall like Pete Rose
Gambling, popped em all with a six
Four bogies and malt liqs, alcoholics
Yesterday E & J, brought rum out today
Tappin bottles like, Warriors, come out to play
These meddling kids was peddling mids
We sold that high grade like nerds I paid to solve a square root for me
Thats why both the goon and the square root for me
But if I went back in time, I would dare
Be that geek sittin front the class doing his homework
Preppin to be somebody in life
Instead of roaming the streets with my moms kitchen knife
She didnt even buy it when I told it
Like, We bought the whole set from IKEA, I know you stole it
Snuck around real cowardly
Took a metro to go uptown to cop sour D
Never chill downtown on Bowery
Was either my hood, Flatbush, Harlem or the Bronx
Out of my mind, straight lunacy
Avoidin truancy and chasin new pussy
You see where that took me
All those years of not paying bookies and playin hooky
Never danced at the prom
I did the dropout boogie
I don’t wanna listen, I don’t believe in this kinda system
And let me tell ya I’m 20 years old
And I know a lot, understand?
For my age I know a lot
And where did I learn it? In the streets
Because the school couldn’t do nothing for me
Stick wit it baby, some day you might be king
Remained true to the task
Got bad grades still stayed doing the math
Prom night, packin bones in a flask
Chaperone maricón let him in with the mask
Envisioning cocking the hammer and letting it blast
Feasible then, with cameras aint gettin a pass
And thats trash
Deserve worse for late night meddlin
Villain irate, still be quite the gentleman
The off-beats two left hooks, stewed pork meat
Snowing powdered sugar saying New Yorks sweet
Til they blind-sided, high speed on a cross street
Or swipe a MetroCard down they face to the raw meat
Remember classmates, some of em bad apes
Hallway jooks to bathroom gang-rapes
Property deface ass bet dice games for mad papes
Windows shatter, just blame the brown dude when the glass breaks
And thank the public school system for providing new landscapes
Deficit in attention, honorable mention for detention
Actions, foul language, words and unleashed tensions
Often probably resulted in suspension
As they say
Another vay-cay, melee, and yoke up a teacher on payday
Or roll the reefer up, say Hey!
Then go get the Le Tigres and the lees off layaway
Stepped off then bounced
Couldnt deal on a day-to-day
Dropout boogie, repeat the steps or pave the way, okay?
Yo no se
Shalom, instructor told you, Stay at home today
His favorite class, got along with the Jew kids
And still cool up til now, is you stupid?
Its all about commerce, regardless who bomb first
More like who stay calm when the drama burst |
Its the beat, I hear it in my sleep, sometimes
Blare it in your Jeep so your peeps can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes, not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs is touchin, never swallowed the ham
Hed rather eat a sand sand with salad
It might need salt like your mans bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news wont tell yous
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
Rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it, rollin through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Butter softly leather flossin’ fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me, Daddy, funk me
Im like, Anywhos
Seeds walkin all out in street without any shoes
I guess its better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox
She wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it, bring it back to your laboratory
While hes in his oratory, glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
He told the place not to let the basket type case in
He might be some type of wacko
Lookin’ for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
He said “Blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board
If so, I got a bridge for the low low
Them type fools go into the po-po
Here, orange peel L’s for the whole tier
Feel like he been gone over a year, came home to old gear
It was the shit when he first scooped it
At least you get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
He plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty cat
Swift with the nine through a fifty-nine fifty hat
You hear it when you’re meditating
In deep theta, let her hate the creep playa
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Stay well self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Nobody go next on the mic he put a booger, ill |
Act II: Free Falling |
Listerine green jars, sick cleans, jallad be a enma
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 Lupin
Word is a bond thats honored don, shukran... afwan
Ram the adhan
Livin Sunnah of the prophet Muhammad, alayhi salaam |
No friendly warfare, this aint wrestlin
Theres nothin staged over here, youre trippin Mescaline
Drinkin, coulda got smacked for what he thinkin
Coulda said the word, then whack! Abe Lincoln
And still spend stacks off crack, stay crinklin
This games built to get got while blinkin
Rappers do big up jail like a recruiter
Let em tend ta hit a boy, said he was a shooter
Told him Man up, or keep it pushin like a scooter
Then said nuttin and didnt pass the Buddha
Lo and behold, police shows up
Spit his shitty sixteen and got his self froze up, up
His story had a moral, its buried in the soil
Vil put it in her back like the epidural
Kids: eat, sleep, stay away from creeps
Spit it from the heart, this games for keeps
So peep
Yeah, saga of a true B-Boy
Beware any likenesses or imagery is a decoy
Sho nuff, yo fluff, force like Bruce Leroy
Bring trouble up and get double cut— keloid
Bubble up, run em up, destroy
And anything else you see— void
Rightful ownership
Got a bone to pick with the phoniest colonialist
Who own a ship
The loneliest known to rip
Known to sip pine and ripple
Find yourself in a bind and pickle
Dont bite the hand that feeds you, bite the nipple
In this land of black and brown, aint no backin down
As foul as that sound, its hard to find a cap and gown
But its always like a MAC around
B-r-r-r-r-at!! Man down
Metal is empowered, devil is a coward
It all smells of high hell like no one ever showered
Scrub behind ya ears, shed the final tears
Remember what the world was like in the final years
Just a speck of dirt in the universe, snap fingers
Just like that— assume the worst
Back in business, guzzle beers, track and fitness
Laps get faster, couldve missed Christmas
What is this?
Reign
Reign
Reign
Reign |
Knowledge begat wisdom like the owl
Starting now, go green
Put a fat one in the air
Like a farting cow
Somehow the songs supposed to make sense, man
Whether burning ozone
Sensimilla or methane
Dealing with these matters of the heart is like a chest pain
Always feel worse before it better
Like the best brain
Find a bully
Start a fight
Till its lights out
When seven herbs work together like
Cardio Vic mic
d out
Wise
Up all night
Work all day
And be aight
Leaning between woken and sleep like how?
Keep it on the creep
Peep it like a
Wise owl
Stay up all
Workin all day
Still be aight
Sleep like, wow
Keep it on the creep and
Peep it like a, a
Wasting more time
Than pa and ma spend
Paying way too much attention to a carbon palm print
Stomp the cement
Sometimes you got to get your arm bent
Just to shoot through the storm that came before the calm went
Silence
Its live sound
Chiving around
Dodging his only cousin
Like owe him five pound
To get the cheese
We in it for the cow
Living every minute like the first hours
Like infinite now
Now, now, now
All night
Work all day
Still be alright
Stay leaning between woken and sleep like how?
Keep it on the creep
Peep it like a
Wise owl
Snatch it all night
Between woken and sleeping like how?
Keep it on the creep, kid
Peep it like the owl |
Yo, aint that?
Hes not that cat
Got that, and he never shot that gat
Clever spot rats
Faceplate glisten
He got fat and hate for Jake the Snake Plissken
Yall got the wrong tape by mistake
Listen to it, hissin
Crack the safe, his cakes missing
Bats to break to take this to make in prison
Fake dissin
Bake that the wake twistin
Legend stature
Since the prime factor
Of the blast master
Gift of gab mic wrapper rapper ever
Tracks with terror
Like bad meaning good though
Im talking some of the finest juice to ever bang in your hood, yo
World notoriety
Recognized by mad society
We supplanting high five so fly
Oh my, skies clear as day
Go sit down in the sunshine
Taking rappers out like lunchtime
Its just one of those
Bullet holes deliver killer notes
Silence never spoke violence
Keep quiet while you wildin tryna leave the island
Nonsense is never callin 80 gs behind him
Still, crime affects time on the island
Nickle and diming, the hustles optional
Powerful moves
Copped two work shift block, side gig or two
Under the table
The tammy food blaze
Stay paid if the name fits you
]
Who went back and made yall the boss of us
did it]
Sorcerers
Its furthering the era that most know of
[Everywhere he go they go
That hoes show love
Thank God for the Buddha
Tank armor suit up]
Word kama sutra user
Broad set fools up
Superstar, all-pro
Homegrown
The craft speaks alone
Mastered his closed casket
Pro savages
Poor travelers, hunger reach streets battled us
Money the dollar the dream gaffled up
Scalpel cutthroat
Dope gettin that
Smokes definite
Gold record hits, spin it, grind forever get it
Gods clever, building cheddar feelin
Keep the better livin
Miscellaneous thoughts
Gettin millions
Know that feeling
Youve had enough of that
85 job talking
Loonie schemes
Something right off of the movie screens
Burn Hollywood like arson
More powers than Austin
Sounds awesome
Pump these sounds often
Last chance to come off son
For more to come in the mental auditorium
Without forcing em
Strung him up on the last joint but it dont stop
Doin this so the world could rock
Who blows stocks?
[Verse 7: MF DOOM}
Mommy look, he talking to hisself
And walking fast
On the ave hawkin ass
With the walkman on blast
Coby headphones wack
At least hes only chrome cassette
Only the best you can get off the black market
Tell it
Find these truer hell strategies
Sell it like Chinese do to cell batteries
Two dollar for change for aqua blue benjie
These were brand newer
He grew stingy gingerly |
Nice track, let me spit about chains
I lit a flame, like Im smoking crack, spit about pain
Next up I gota say hat everybodys spitting the same
I am rapping about different things
And in a different language
Got a tricky advantage
Never panic, cause Ive been blessed wih a different brain
I gotta claim that I dont care
Middle-finger the fame
Simple and plain - if the Queens a whore
Then King is to blame
Spit about, how I start revolutions
I spit about indifference causing massive confusion
I spit about being villigent with rapid solutions
Go to a funeral and laugh as I blast my music
Like:
Rrrram, pam-pam-pam
Rrrram pama-para
Just like Rihanna got a man down sayonara
Like:
Rrrram pam-pam-pam
Rrrram pa-raro
Happines is a warm gun shooting cold ammo
Fab like a Fab Four or Cannavaro
Im kinda dope, crip-walking like Captain Sparrow
Hit the motherfucking bullseye wih wrong arrow
My dick skeleton hard, Im cumming bone marrow
That last line, that was so shallow
My minds narrow like the towers of an old pharaoh
think about it, Im an odd mammal
Worrying about my lungs while I smoke Camels
Im like, Aloe Blacc, I need a dollar
Reincarnaition of Salvador Dali, avida DollarS
Fuck that, I wanna be Apollo
So tell Zeus I am coming for his spot
And his pretty daughters
Wherever I go, the city follows
The pretty models try to flee but the heels
Makeem fall on their skinny bottoms
Seeing the world via Biggies goggles
Hate me or love me
Got the Heart of the City boggled
Love, love me do... |
Yeah yeah, cheers
Chug a few of these hot beers
Mostly rep for my true thuggers whos not here
Physically, spiritually or mentally, even heathens
And right there was all still breathin and eatin
Manna brownies, hold the walnuts, extra ganja
All one or all none to quote professor Bronner
Doctor of hot mamas
Johnny on the spot, on dot, got honors, partner
Spit it on a CD like he did it on graffiti
Writ it like a Dear Jane letter gone Tahiti
Make it seem easy
It aint, but sho fun though
With more sponsorship to rumble in the jumble
With tongue-fulls of lung flow
Every breath count
Foe like toes feeling very left out
Boy, imagine how the heel feel
Seal a deal
Santorini Black metallic with the alloy wheel
Supercharged by the time he get the rhyme wrote
Seen the future retired on an old time boat
With some rice, curry and a bowl of prime goat
Word, heard they stole a vote, hold up, hold my coat
Soldiers for hire, fire
Theyre full of more ear than you spare a good year tire
The hood is where
Ah, he, he gets his inspiration
Like nobody’s business
For your information
Okay, k, chill
Pop a few of these chill bleeps
till I feel smeared like the rope on the wind shield
M.E.D drill, spill another beer
Still on them heels like moms had a free meal
More will and pill and dollar bills near
Still come in like the way the after feel
Male straighter than nail stainless
Cant blame a mom pregnant drinking Old English
Famous from out speakers
Leave beavers stuck to the box like cheese pizza
Leave her, she aint got a job neither
No-visa mom raised to Leave it to Beaver
The game need change like parking meter
like fat man scoop
Above is the Sci-Fi
Fly guy more dips than a side fry
Live wire watch RA. 455
Cook ramens like cold pie
FYI |
They fail to practice what they preach, since you are what you eat thats why kept it in tongue in cheek
And why every word they muttered just seems to udderly reak
Put that in Laymans terms, you guys are ass so to speak
Rolling in the deep with no paddle, the famous creek
Save yo babble that shit is weak, kick up gravel,shatter yo teeth
Never reveled around yo ankle,prepare now for yo defeat
You rather run through Mozambique in a pointed white satin sheet,
Crane kick the kitchen counter, tip that drink from cattles teat
Then I straddle nearest seat to observe if youll really weap,
As l Velcro, my orthopedic sneaks, that squeak, 2 left feet slowly shuffle into the street
Yell there goes my ride before I slide off in Missys Jeep, BEEP beep youre welcome to come too
Timothy Mosley put an APB out for Magoo swerve onto curb, we just barely missed a Jew
About to get fukd, Sarah Jay walking the avenue
Power steering started breaking like electric boogaloo passenger window
You glide right though, no seat belt tally the shock value
The scene looks like there a clean up on aisle 2
That head gash, red glass looks like clashed ragoo
Steadfast they spead past they didnt know it was you,
Posted with the crew thinking what da hell should we do this can happen to you if you allergic to cereal
Oooh |
Rodan - “Ruler Of Day And Night”
Monstas. Come on
In these streets
Eating and breathing, believing, keeping these devils bleeding
Leaving these snitches sleeping with the fish-eyed heathens
Stringing ‘em up, now we’re first-stringing like Willie Beamens
Odds and evens, rhyme to reasons, winter, spring
Summer, fall, the Earth revolve. Freak of natures like
Fifth seasons. Born with the ability to speak
Leapt out the womb grown, prophecies and predictions
Full moon blown. On the grade-A, New York City
Skyline look like a silhouetted, giant tombstone
Eternally marked final resting place of fake gold
And fools’ bones. ‘Til that fateful day, we got the
Next-school sewn with common threads, a golden line
Of pharmaceuticals, mechanics that’s irrefutable
Immoveable and immutable like the sweet science
Of pugilism. At the same moment, both brutal and beautiful
Unusual suspects. Color combined
The divine with the subhuman, sublime communion
E pluribus unum. Next time, find me
Communicating with Fidel Castro. Went from smoking
Newports to smoking Cubans. Whoo!
Rodan on your mind
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
Rodan’s so divine
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
We perform
The rites of passage with the proud biochemistry, saying
Motherfuck a February. One day on the calendar?
That ain’t Black History. Learnt the One to Ninety-Nine composition
Like Huff and Gamble representing the best examples
Of firepower, Pearl handle, DJs behind
The wheels for the quick getaways. We never clear the samples
Deescalate the scandals, current situation markets
Radio popstar sound-alikes looking retarded
Who started this fucking garbage? Was it the artist or the
Greedy, faggot-ass, corporate-office oligarchist? It ain’t
Fucking hard to tell. Which group’s got benefits
Extending the farthest? Which group got members in the millions
Still starving? Becomes the difference, so add
The distinction when measuring the distance of a motley crew
Of perpetrators that critiqued every sentence
Water’s broken, rarely thought-provoking and barely piqued
Any interest. Keep bohemians caught up
In the rapture of my urban rhapsody, masturbation
On track, caught feeling myself like, “Pfft…
I’ma motherfucking rap so deep, but…”
Rodan on your mind
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
Rodan’s so divine
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
National
Geographic cats ran up on the fat rap bastard
Lit his jungle asphalt, left his camp plastered
Time to bag up the bad habit like a biohazard
Ashes scattered, and buried the headless carcass in a
Black casket, matched your rap, crappy gats
Mastered just for a couple of rocks. Told you motherfuckers
I ain’t playing. I knuckle up a lot, quick to bust a block
You faggots really need to stop sucking cock
Free advice from Pope Moreau AKA Dr. Love
Who snuff a cop with the audacity to say
That Theophany is a classic with only ten thousand
On the first go-round, but when a mighty oak tree fall
In the forest and no one is there to see, does it still
Make a sound? By the very nature of the inquisition
Question’s loaded with tricks like, “Which one of these
Weighs more: a brick of trees or a pound of bricks?”
Prioritize and execute. Speed beats strength
And timing beats speed. Map the equation
The right amount of swift force make for perfect time management
Wise historians take heed. Global languages
Written in bloody hieroglyphics for the hematologist
To read
Monstas. Come on. What? |
Its way realer this time
Lets go
Little engine put his mind over matter
Just a little instant to make the shine overshadow
The shallow arrogance of inherently tryna ball
Cause faith without work is dead
Lets get it all, uh
Never see me fall, uh
If Im on my knees, uh
Praying to the Lord, uh
God help me please
Let me kill everybody with kindness
Hit your whole block with the passion of lions
Judah to your Judas, if I said it I meant it
That living word will place you in a place of repentance
Im apprehensive when intention get to rising the waves
So the thunder going under from the rise of the waves
I arrive at a place thatll prolly pick the lock of a cage and free a beast
Look right into the eyes of the rage and scream peace
Peace to your homes, peace to your life, peace make you strong
Got the piece on my side cause I know them boys lurkin
Valley of the shadow of death, its time to put work in
Peakin through the curtains
Speakin to the curses, they telling me that Im blessed
Reachin for the purpose to prosper when nothings left
See the prophet was at his best when he didnt know where to go
Trusted in Yahweh to orchestrate narrow road
Lettin the Pharaoh know right now to free my people
Lettin my people know right now that God see you
Lets move
1, 5 to the pen
Is been inside this life of sin
But gain when time spin
Wax around the mac, the sound is backin like the firefend
The clock is spinin, Im spinin tops on tins
Stops the wind
Stops the hard knock, just knocked on the door to my soul
Its hard not to know this planet aint my home
Never fit the statistic, Im known to the unknown
Met a youngin at my show, he a Christian with ambition
He said he spit that for the Lord, for that reason they wont listen
He asked me, Why?
I told him listen to Ready to Die by Biggie
These streets is real life so speak up and make sure you hear me
Cause we walked the same streets, and pissed in the same sheets
And wrote to the same beats, and spit to the same freaks
Only difference is you pulled off the rubber quicker
And traded the weed and liquor for a fish-shaped bumper sticker
Gotta speak em something real or something that I can feel
My Papa Boni cant tell me how when how not to live
Feel like the guidance in my life is violence and mega trifle
Thats why I gotta keep a Glock 9 right next to the Bible, with survival
Im really after, in the long run
Tryna run away from my past but its a long run
Im the wrong one
Now step inside the body of a shawty on his third strike
Discredit for aiming leaded pellets at your head
Like Seregentis red stripes
Blue stars, cool cars
Who are we to say the youngin wasnt lukewarm
Torn between the two, wrong and right
Broken rights, no lights
Only shine he seen was open mic night
So we hope he might right
Someone turn his strife life from a knife fight to a eyesight of a king
Advance, no more tap dancing to a polyon theme
Ambience scheme to thieve destiny from the new regime
But they wont prevail, cause they live in hell
And we conquerin heaven
The sky is openin to pearly sevens of heaven
Im telling you
I had dream wide awake
Like how long will it take?
Was it a vision from the one who said my futures very great?
Sitting in a room, looking at these souls getting take, I mean took
I think the Bible was the first time I read a book
Because my choice in music had em label me a crook
And everytime I sat in class I never understood
Maybe being 20 credits down was just a whoops
Another mistake that I had to make to persevere
But I feared, my mind is success
Never knew that my dreams would become my career
Seen the lies that the media made
Had to guard my heart, at 15 I almost got played
From a major label selling fables over the table
Made a choice to disconnect my cable
I wasnt able to see pictures of a dying youth
I put my self in a position where I was dying too
But now Im breaking rules
Imma get my faith through the music that I make
I aint taking nothing more, I aint giving nothing less
But I aint bout to make the Lord the reason Im getting paid
But I know Im having , the reason Im getting blessed
Felt the stress in the words of a wise man
Telling me to keep my goals in only Gods hands
Now Im tryna get these shows, tryna make brands
At the same time Im tryna lose this pride man
Welcome into my land
Hipsavvy
Down the line Im feeling like, you know
Uh, you know it really puts, uh
It puts a sense of longevity to the record as well
To where, you know
You never know, wha-whats, wha, you know
What the dudes gon say
So you wanna hear it again |
Yeah
Check
Yo
Yeah
Listen to you talk
I dont believe any of your words
It seems so hard to figure out if its pride that sore
Well I am pretty sure it is dog
Pretty sure it wont go away
Stay here forever
Or until you feel better
Could you tell me what I am running from
Could you tell me what I am running towards
Could you tell me why whenever im a front theres a locked door
Dirty clothes on my floor
I Woke up its another day
Gray skies out my window
It was open and I shut it
Its so cold in here
Like my feet are in ice rusty bucket
No moisture in the air
My throats dry like Sahara
What did i do last night
Tried to fuck a broad named Sarah
Hair all in my mouth
She wouldnt go down-are you happy?
Yes I am
Are you happy?
Yes I am
Are you happy?
Oooh ooo
Are you happy? |
As the Metal-Faced villain got older, he realised his dependence on alcohol was his biggest weakness
By good fortune he came across a gentleman who claimed to have the key to unlocking the lost heart of sobriety
Taking him up on his offer, the villain joined him, but the concoction he created formed the two into one of the most dangerous villains that ever walked the earth
Villain for hire
Price is right I might peel
White or maybe striped eel
Cash money, high bills
Wonder how my mom feel
To see her son inside steel
Don’t worry dummy one mistake I got bail, cop killed
Maybe we are not real
Villain or a God shell
One night inside jail, and learn about mob skills
And teach every criminal, never be the joke at another man’s burial and leave him there critical
Leaving behind a trail of destruction for years, we think we have finally found some solid evidence to lead us to understand the motives of such a dastardly villain
Some of it is understandable, but some of it is just outright crazy
Brace yourself; its name is SOBERDOOM |
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 |
The villain took on many forms..
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 worse 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 ran it, 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 the old jazz standard
Dont mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off of two or three heinies, and boy was they fine gee
One black, one Spanish, one chinee
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
Dont sign me Im about to get a mil without em
Crowd 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 odd as a RuPaul
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 gotta wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike, or strike out, gutter ball
Rock it like yeah for the four
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
Its aint funny nigga
Money Folder
The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge
Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled
With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM
This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain
This is no answer!
Very well then.... a duel to the death |
Mary, you make me wanna eat you
Everytime I see you, its like the first time I meet you
Frangrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too
Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through
Like my genie in a bottle
Miss could get me rich like a magaziney model
Before you know it, he have her on a stroll
Fresh and ripe, perplexin like Acapulco Gold
If I had to guess, just right, not a day old
Like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer-load
Know the right number, you can get her
And hit while you wouldve sold to the highest bidder like
Fruits and berries, bring daddy loot in a hurry
Just be cute and dont worry
Type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it
Then she started losing weight, lettin everybody hit it
I like Ally, sometimes she gets bitter
Always kept me happy, never had a problem with her
She used to let me use her, back when I was looser
Respect her to this day, and never did abuse her
I told her Ill be faithful, but she dont believe me
I probably coulda been, if I never meet Eevee
She make me feel all fuzzy inside, its loco
You wont get nowheres near her if youre broke though
Kept a shorty, cant find em much thinnner
If caught I get mad time just for touchin her
Knock wood, so much for hymens
So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds
Little young thing, she likes to do the tounge thing
At times, she would play hard to get, grunting
Or something, she made me feel like the number one king
Run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling
Met her at Central Park this one time
Had the God mentally sparked, reflectin sunshine
She said, you need to stop messin wit that white girl
She fuckin wit ya head and got ya heart in tight curl
We messed around once or twice, but she dont know me
She helped me get money at the dutch price OT
Plus she from Columbia, so she really Spanish
Cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish
And Miss Hazy, all the women mature black
Everytime she sees me, I end up gettin pulled back
All she want me to do is blaze it crazy
The only one complaint is, she make me too lazy
Sugar-mommy laced me with the butter navy Avi
Just her way to makeup for the headaches that she gave me
Its all gravy, when Im done getting my mack on
Ally is always there to help me get back on |
Welcome to the grand…
Step up
Step up
Step up
Payback, revenge
Im mad!
That sucker aint , mad, man
Mad
Aint nobody that hip and fly
Picture him calling the main character
Im mad
Got to get back
And when the cat stepped on his toes
Goddamn
Payback
And all of a sudden
Payback
You know the man just went, b-b-bullshit, too late now!
Payback
Hey, goddamn madman
Cold in the streets
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Im mad
Got to get back
Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Chilling with Madlib on the Madlib Invazion, in case... |
Why you doing dabs
Or taken drag
That reminds me
As a child i was a brat
I had a tattoo on my ass
They like the laugh
I could jump its ok leave me in the back
I wanna stop feeling so numb
Penicillin feel good
Filled up the dood now Im the new villain
Sealed in a hit
Im a heathen
Civilized looking all from the outside
My fat lips kissing her neck slow
She love that shit and she told me so
She keep me tied up with a lasso
At times she make me feel bad like an asshole
Or the devil on her shoulder
Blades trying to kill her halo
I remember when I was there she couldnt say no
Wanting to do me how could I say no
Gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
Cant believe how many conversations I kept up with her
Over coffee and cigarettes, a beer and cigarettes
Fuck
Now all I want is a cigarette just to remind me of her instance
Bitch dont kill my vibe
When im barely alive I feel like dying inside
Sky is falling and you keep calling
I cant deal with this shit right now
Jimmy isnt best on his back
He finds it hard when he cant relax
He keeps running for head back
Yes, jimmy isnt the best on his back
Jenny isnt best on her back
She keeps heading for going back
She finds it hard when she cant relax
Jenny isnt best on her back
Would you like that x 15
Would you like thaaaaaaat
Give me the mic cause its all to the next
But nothing in this life is guaranteed like sex
And I would like to fuck you now
I never would shun you or dug you
Like so many others would
Im packing up everything I own
I dont own anything
Ill leave it all behind me
You should hear the news outside manoose?
Doing what I choose thats what I was born to do
And hindsight, high life feel like a low life
Got nothing to lose I got to improve
Gotta make due didnt pay my dues
I didnt even pay my debts
Find me on the back of your milk
Carton cause Im a missing child
Thats why I live a mild climate
I wont stop till I climax but I keep holding it back
Im a low life professor never could I confess
A readers digest
My reasons: Well I had to do what I do
So what they put me in a box of robots
And botox clorox hydroxy cotton tube socks
I go off I give off a lot of semen
I be the scene
Awkward, Last word, Hers was a son of a shotgun
Sirens arrive, keep quiet, fuck that |
Aint no locks on me but Im still a rasta
Leave your bitch loose like some pasta
Im a monster
Fuck with me, look what its gon cost ya
Bitch, boutta go super saiyan
Aint no playin
Start the prayin, stop the sprayin
Cause what you gon do with the heater when I come at you?
Lookin like Vegeta, nigga you gon need a whole army
And some on me
Nah, hardly gon harm me cause Im godly
Rippin out your arteries, like you took a part of me
Chances you gon live is like the lottery
So when Im meditating please dont bother me
Or imma start the slaughtery
Ha, Im just joking, heres some guidance
Breathe in silence, leave the violence nigga
Cause any pussy can pull the trigger
It takes a real dude to become something bigger
My words connected together like God made
Birds with the bones and the feathers
And the beats ill shit
When I speak, not even at my peak
And I dont really give a fuck if your eyebrows on fleek yo
Your inner soul game weak hoe
Searching for a goddess that bounces light within my darkness
But for now imma spark this
Ha, one thing about them tables that they always turn
So wait your turn and you gon learn
While this dank procceeds to burn
Have you heard of this? Im murderous
Spitting golden flows, paranoia got me on my toes
As I try to decipher these motherfucking third eye codes
Devastation on my head
Granted I could be six feet underneath, death
On my last breath, trying to inhale all this dread
While others out there trying to butter up the bread
But thats enough said, plenty of blood shed
Understand whats read, society is dead
But thats a messed up game, full of torture and pain
Most peoples goal is trying to remain sane
But these people acting different, ended up all the same
Day after day but I still remain
Slave after slave, now we all in a grave
Now weve all misbehaved
And now weve all felt shamed
Were all concave, but dont cave in a shell
Repetition competition, this the definition of sedition
Now we all listen
Now we all wishin there was food in the kitchen |
Uh-uh
Hiking in the sun the happiness that you mourn
You know the kids still dance, so we supply all the songs
If Im wrong, you hit the superman like Soulja at war
You grew your hair an inch longer for the clerk at the store
Growing up man, Pokémons in book bag
Cant you believe it if the panties never soaking
You said Jesus made sense to the chosen
If Im wrong, the shells stuck beneath the sides that youre on
To choose the quickest solution dont equate to your flaws
I know my black hearts sinking to the bottom of soles
I know my cheese stinks sitting by your highness en vogue
Ch-Ch-Chicken Little, who you telling secrets to, bro?
The pain made a new summer where the vegetables grow
We get it on , do the grown stuff, now play with this sword
You know what Im saying
Twistin indica while the sunrise
Sticky like the rain in the summer
Twilight in the blunt and Im gone flyin
Way up high where the kites stream away
Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high
I know Im gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah
The power youve given me
The crack of dawn sweet cheer to the clipped wing
The planes fly and we the youngest in the stampede
To climb the slippery slope a decade old of doing me
L-L-Look, I got the black man balled in my fist
You laugh now, cry later, just empower the kids
Growing pains, monsters all under my bed
Sweats when you sweating me, you looking real cute
You got a dimple under eyes, I bet you never knew
You look the thickest Ive seen since the last time
Got us tickets for the show by the alibi
And all the things, all the things, all the days that we scorned
I can fly, Im a dove, Im a butterfly, yo
Im a butterfly, yo, fuck
Twistin indica while the sunrise
Sticky like the rain in the summer
Twilight in the blunt and Im gone flyin
Way up high where the kites stream away
Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high
I know Im gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah
Its inadequate, this elaborate floral display
They paid for bad habits, gaul and moral decay
To say whats unforgiveness, itll all go away
Lay a plot to book a yacht out on the water today, porque
Is it so compelling, the rebel with all the yelling?
Now its overwhelming, youre swelling melon, bruh, who you telling?
Dumb lust overflowing in love stuff, hush
Heart crushed like a bag of dust, bum rush
Black beanie, freak out at night like Whodini
Creep out the back and
Who coulda seen a G, easily, blue weenie
She couldnt dig it if it was too teeny
Bless her with the kundalini and plus the zucchini
Always been a plan to mush a heart melt, bird
It takes a steady hand to push these heartfelt words
I heard you heard, trapped in delirium
Thoughts of a queen to throw off your equilibrium
A few jokes, but the underlying fact goes
It’s still a ray of hope to live happily ever after though
Disasters what I asked her for
Now we stuck like plaster, yo, I has to go
Twistin indica while the sunrise
Sticky like the rain in the summer
Twilight in the blunt and Im gone flyin
Way up high where the kites stream away
Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high
I know Im gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah |
Lyrics, dont blow it, bein’ heroic
And dont make me tell you again, stay stoic
Nowhere near the radar, way below it
Barely ever what they say they are and they know it
Let em be what they wanna be, pros see methodically
Properly, some you gotta test periodically, ironically
As far as humans, loyalty is an oddity
As far as bein’ snakes though, itd probably be two outta three
Make sure the inner heat match the outer heat
Mask on, get that bread, undoubtedly
Seen a presidential suite on a balcony
Watch how he make it all happen through alchemy
Thats unimportant, levels get deeper
True essence lives behind the mind of the seeker
Curiositys great, but effort makes you weaker
Relax, just be whats comin out the freakin speaker
Eureka When the tries
All out of love |
Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, bout to fell
Sunday in the ATL and Im all outta ale
Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail
Mutt drinkin out a pail, who let the rat out the cell?
Got all the ingredients and recipe, might as well
Since last week, the bootlegger been in jail
If all else fail, inhale the L
Makin sure they cant see your sale via snail mail
Mind like a sewer, servin rhyme on a skewer
DOOMll step to a fine dime like he knew her
My black sister! She said, Step back! before he kissed her
She did the dipper and the smack just missed her
There go a list of politics like Henry Kissinger
99% of raps just a friendly listener
Im like, These dudes must have some screws loose to hate yall
Or a couple of ounces short of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball
Yall know its time for the end when the day come
Buy a album, get rudely insulted over fake drums
Same CDs you get for free, you break em
Wa-alaikum, make em eat they food like Steak-umm
Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paprika?
One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker
Every week or so, peeked out the lab though, eureka!
A technique to keep somethin uniquer in ya speaker
For yo information, I didnt do the beat, yall
It aint my fault if she didnt move her feet at all
Skeeter, robbed Peter to pay Paul
So he could trick it on Mary so she can play ball
She better have my scrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast and make you haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly?
Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me
Whoever dont feel him, feel balls like a goalie
One for the money, two for the better green
3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
Told the knock-kneed ghetto queen, Get the head fiend
Tell him its for Medellin and use oxyacetylene
Who needs airplay? Its all just hearsay
Leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day
Miracle glide master, asked him whats his secret
He said Shasta and turned to formaldehyde faster
When Im home with my lady, I try to duke her daily
One night, she tried to flail me with her ukulele
Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat
With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat
They better have my scrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast and make you haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly?
Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me |
The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the Tec-9 holder
Theyve bit, and dont know they neck shine from Shinola
Everything that glitter aint fishscale
Lemme think, dont let her faint, get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back its not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack, clack, blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart topper
Start shit stopper, be a smart shopper
Shot a cop day around the way bout to stay
But whod a know theres two mo that wonder where the shooter go
Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead em
Let him spit the venom said him got a lot of shit with him
Let the rhythm hit em, he still can hear his brother voice
We makes the joints that make em spread em butter-moist
Man, please, the stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
Ban me, the dough rake
Daddy, the flow make her fatty shake
Patty cake, patty cake
For fake, if he was Anita Bakers man
Hed take her for her masters, hit it once an shake her hand
On some ol thank ya maam an ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks, hot enough black
Its too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot you? Ooh, got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast yo skills
Close but no krills, toast for po nils, post no bills
Coast to coast, Joe Schmoes flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose NoDoz pills
Off sides like Worf ride with Starfleet
Off pride tykes now talk wide through scar meat
Told ya, on some get-rich shit
As he gets older he gets colder than a witchs tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro |