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Flatbush born, mingled with the Children of the Corn Performed, got in the game eight years before Lost in the Storm Remember St James, Gates and Green, odd hurdle Got a few chips relocated to Waverly and Myrtle Model chicks on Willoughby, Fulton is straight Estee Lauder Spike Lees up the street, Guru and Primos up the corner Easy Mo Bee was being more easy on Clinton Got my LG niggas with luggage, straight tripping I think Masta Ace was over there on Lafayette Daddy-O was in Bed Stuy created the sonic of Stet In Marcy there was The Jaz while Kane was on Lewis Ave Im from Vanderveer where niggas here dont take out the trash We dont rap for nothing, were all about hush cash As a youth with a furrowed brow taking your bus pass Peace to Star and Buc in Crown Heights with a smoke shop Or my nigga Freeze in Bushwick with all that Spanish chocha Well after coming from a battle KRS won Not for Cash Money, all for a charity that the Rev run Seen DMC coming from EPs MD Just bought tea, the product G&B from GMC Hopped on the train, seen Lil Wayne kick it For a few minutes he came from the Hieroglyphics exhibit Down there its helter skelter, someone bucked shots It was held at the Galleria by me and the X of Sadat Dr. Dre arrived too late, someone left with a scratch One person was maced, another with a scarred face Corrupt cops began to snoop, questioned slum villagers The only Clue they had was a Timberland, and Dazs Dillinger Def Squad heard nothing, Royce didnt talk Described the gunman, 59 on the police report They lied, he had an alibi, drove to Cypress Hill Where Jalil sold cannabis and ecstacy pills When the cops rolled up, doors locked, heads fled Someone said Larry you shot up the spot with the Dead Prez Pointed to Suave House, ??appoint?? ????? Saw the cops, Larrys Adidas Shells sped like D12s Jakes chased, lost him and they tried to get details They saw Pete Rock, he quickly answered he didnt see L In Larrys crib, found a safe, no key to the locks Opened it, there was a bomb, three seconds left on the clock So there you go, sound like someone you know Got you thinking he gon hook you up and help you blow But then you dont, so now youre broke Spent time in the studio, lost all your dough You feeling low, taking your daily throw Dont recoup that advance then its them you owe Without a hot song and you cant get a show In this business its not the talent, its who you know The Supervillains the name, still in the game, the same biz Whats his face told yall what the name of the game is Downtown on the skip-stop, crisp new Timbs Damage on my corns like flip flops, and whos him? Rap cats act brave as hell Get on the mic and turn gangster on some Yeah, see like Dave Chappelle More like Screech, Saved by the Bell Black man on some Im a mans man mans man name is Shaq Man Then they get on the first year later Get their first hater, their first pair of gators To the perpetrators hes The Unknown Comic Who spit on the microphone in chunks of thrown vomit Its just a shame, bust this aim Lust for fame crushed his frame, like whats his name And whatchamacallit remind him of Mini-Me With Minnie Mouse in Gucci from her coochie to her skinny knee Like thirteen earthlings, Cool Hand Luke Who dropped jewel and influence the youth like Buk All he do is puke when he in need of a speedy line He said every rhyme I mastermind like Se Divine You greedy swine, dont eat pork In the Streets of New York you out of place like Mork From Ork, dork, Paul pop the cork Drop me in Newark airport, Im supposed to meet Björk But whats all the fuss about? Hush up your big mouth I sent her out to see Grimm to bust him out the big house Yup, see thats how rumors get started A certified older cat who dont get carded DOOM could write a rhyme on demand And get money as if he had time on his hands And when he not in the lab doing flows and vocals He out in the streets throwing bones with the locals Never underestimate the next mans thirst It could be way far worse than a whole jar of Starburst Mmmm, he keeps those by the pound load Emcees run from common locations like download I think its rather spectacular How they come out they neck, bite and suck like Dracula In case you just tuned in, once again Were here with the Supervillain, known as hip hops Gunga Din

Yeah, I was born, son of Yvonne Brownsville kid that wanna be on Hit the streets run an be gone Outside with a curfew Got lessons on honesty and virtue And the people thatll hurt you Drug addicts, ex-convicts Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts So many too many to mention You can feel all the tension A mom’s intervention Trynna save her son from the worse fate Getting home after 8 when she works late Thank god for nana, I was in her control In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol Cause folks getting robbed on a regular By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold Son of Yvonne had a fight up the street He’s a nice kid, but ain’t nothing sweet All I do, I do it for you It’s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause theres mad friends ain’t wanna be born But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades Couple of B’s, a C and the rest A’s Not top of the class, but not nearly last I beat your ass if you think you gon barely pass But all my best friends, they be ditching school Every week is like a Friday ritual You got a mind of your own, so let it be known Son of Yvonne, sharp as a kitchen tool All I do, I do it for you It’s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause theres mad friends ain’t wanna be born But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne All I do, I do it for you It’s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause theres mad friends ain’t wanna be born But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne I was born, son of Yvonne Grand son of Ethie Claire Heard you rap now Duval, let me hear I get pissed and leave Nana upstairs, making sweet potato pie Cause it’s Christmas Eve Under the tree, afx racing track Pick up a gift, shake it, then place it back I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess Next morning, open gifts, making a mess Nana always sits in the same chair Jackson 5, singing Rudolf the reindeer In the background, I go upstairs To see what Mike got Then I come back down, to enjoy all Nana good cooking Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born and bread And like that quilt, nana got on the bed I’m a bunch of things, all sown together To make one man, thatll be known forever All I do, I do it for you It’s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause theres mad friends ain’t wanna be born But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne All I do, I do it for you It’s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause theres mad friends ain’t wanna be born But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne

Im old school This mic is my ProTool Im three apples high I live in a toadstool like a smurf Everyone at birth is given x-ray specs But they under-use them to undress the opposite sex Holy guacamole! Lets get this rap cash Cause art right now is on some slap-dash, flapjack-crap trash Leave me here Save yourself! Okay—pass me your wallet, Ill send help Mmm—now who drank the last brew? They turned off my cell again The bill was way past due Gosh, tell a friend But dont let em gas you Its all just hogwash Now back to the castle Wheres that? Parts unknown When Im home the seeds throw darts at the throne No tart taste to the ho cakes No jakes And first place In the go-cart race goes to— No brakes! Teach peace to the babies Were all the same At least for the hos sake Stepped on an undisclosed rake Catch a nose-ache... Yall flows is fake Yodle-eh-hee-who wants to be my protege? Me—me too! So parrot-back it Im an underlined caret bracket Greater than or equal to But greater than four stars Greater than straight-A report cards Greater than poor sports in divorce courts or sports bars Whats your mission? Making hundreds Shaking blunders in this self taking on fun-filled until— Done—chill It aint all about the dollar bill You could be dead broke and be a scholar still Thats true What question should I ask you? Uh—What type of ill-type of tricks do the mask do? Okay; what type of ill-type of ill tricks do the mask do? The face plate remove and I give chicks tattoos But then they can see your face! I make em look the other way I almost caught a case off that same shit the other day In Gradys truck is where I first got lucky In the 80s, now I make the ladies say, Yucky! like Sandy Bollocks, that old mustache is bull-snot On your bald spot Now thats what I call hot!

They calling me the newest teen prodigy now Sixteen with big dreams, the worlds finally found The Knights gotta be crowned Still I frown because Im drowning in stress The amount Ive allowed to devour my chest Its just off the meter and leave a Batista diva They see a kid eager and swear that hes not a leader And I need a reliever My minds going through cyclones When others mind-blown like minds in fight zones He might go psycho trying to top Michael But I know my rhymes pyro and wont spiral Unless its vinyl, still it feels like a curse, it hurts To know a verse could lead to me in a hearse Hates first, theyd rather see me fail than succeed Thats why Im alone, on my own with no team Dont need no green though I got some to spend In the end, all I really need is a friend Im so, so alone Its just me by myself Its just me by myself I said Im so, so alone Im so, so alone Wish I could find someone who cares just a little bit Enough of being home and alone, Ive grown sick of it Thinking different so nobody wanted to stick with him And chances getting slim because money finally made it in And I cant pretend like I dont hope for friends But I hold my goals and others hold they tens Whether gats, crack or weed, it cant be me to bleed I got a mother, a sister and future seeds to feed Believe that Ima get it done, Im pleading to see some fun Not even on the run and still Im home thinking in the sun In need of some one or thing to bring me up Im stuck, yup, I wanna film stuff but get tough lucks Cause theres no cast, just me Always just me I know what I could be but whats the use of being the king When we die anyway and we could die any day Im so, so alone Its just me by myself Its just me by myself I said Im so, so alone Im so, so alone

Yeah Now ever since I can remember I been living blue collar Searching for something, trying to make a few dollars I was never too polished, and never on the fly list Them shorties used to tell me I needed a new stylist My birthdays came Instead of selling me a promise My mom, was dead honest Like Yo, we aint got it Better be a Rhodes scholar Trying to make, son outta, the school of the hood That be the ghetto alma mater Its a long drawn out saga, like The Godfather Coming up this hard, it made a nigga rock solid Now I be the top shotter, heart of a Rottweiler The boss that learned to move cautious as Assata I dont take shit for granted, Im strong single-handed And I aint quick to panic, but I cant lift the planet My one and only concern is that yall understand it If its understood, then good, Im taking this advantage Ive been waiting for them cameras, the stage is mine Im coming up, but I still got a ways to climb It aint a reason I should fall off or change my grind Ill be alright, as long as I heed the danger signs Come on! I just wanna fly, cant get away This type of shit happens everyday Straight and narrow, as the flight of a sparrow Stalking through the jungle have you paro as a pharaoh with a bad toe Seat up in a beat up Camaro How you posed to shoot for the moon with one arrow? And no bow. Dont blow your hibachi Look like a Ferrari cept its only a mirage Troopered out, but choose to go the stupid route Catheter on and a half of a moon in a putrid mouth Keep the name out Heck, check the repertoire Right there where it say who catch wreck and kept it raw Accepted in the name of Allah, a leopards paw Swept it, and stepped it like Ask questions later Villain, the invader in a mask for the paper Spent the cake on a light rice bowl Wouldnt waste a wait on a date off the lice pole Dice roll, its like he know magic, hat trick Writing flows that make Little Mikey go spastic Its so drastic, pass the cash quick Dont get your monkey-ass kicked for no plastic Take it all back in a tall pack, dont stack, bozack Hit him if you need some mo crack, go pro-black Thats the price for a tad of bad advice At least he got fat 20s and he mad nice

War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed Aiyo, what up homie, its Tony, revenge is so sweet And I move with artillery, roaming the streets My guns is ginormous, bullets is heatseeking Big Brother got the eye on me, I watch how Im speaking And I move like a porn star in charm school I stick everything I see, but I only take jewels And cash rules, pills and that cocaine powder I aint a man, Im a killer, obsessed with power And revenge, I dont need friends and shiesty activities Move alone through the City that they call Liberty And trust nobody but my bullets and my shotty Carjack a fool twist his limbs like pilates Ox him, buck 50 stitch him, Chinatown Wars I chop em up like rice in the kitchen Its a bad decision, starting beef with the butcher He aint a bleeder, I pop him son, your man is a gusher War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed Clap on, clap off Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off, or cough Feel em, Metal Finger steel drum Clean the sidewalk with him, talk shit to real scum Of the earth, take it with a shovelful Main character, super villain, lovable And don a mask like a crown of thorns Blow your horn and get pounded out by the boring let me get one wing Any king that bring this sting for Chung King No change, no stranger to gats Took notice, what so strange is no cats Dogs is wars, dud luck, draw straws Fuck the boss, drowned on blood and duck sauce Stuck the enemy, a wack deal caper For racks of fake Fendi and stacks of real paper War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed War, we run these streets like a renegade Get that gwap, til the rent is paid Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed Yo, its a manhunt, my mentalitys militia If my four-fifth had lips, Id make it French kiss ya Cuz no missions impossible, I carry my Wu-Tang sword On my back, and attack all obstacles Burnt down buildings, avenging my fathers death A store for ransom, and snatch your crystal meth I pillage, my warpath is unpredictable Leave em dead on arrival, broke up or critical War nine, frying swine to pork rinds For trying to walk the fine line, thoughts flying Had more fun with a crooked rookie Went for his gun, cracked his skull like a fortune cookie A mind reader, find out, speak, freaks bow With the nine heater, beat feet and smile now Ten paces, about face, chase me We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80s

Get it Oh, shit Lines cut like a machete swing Times up, before they set the ring Deadly with the pen I bring, the chemistry is menacing Like what? Ben Mendelsohn in anything Let me be Frank like Bernthal at a casting call Punish cats like Kyrie, mask and all Im like a 2017 Gordon Hayward cause I dont play But Im okay, I run through rappers like Chipotle I hope they get their shit together Cause the raps they give are somethin like a laxative, whatever There aint an adjective to describe the way I tear the mic with a vengeance Unless I gotta be that guy and use erudite in a sentence Nah, these haters cant compete They pray to God Im fake but Im real like a Trump tweet My life look like Ables gun, its never set to stun, you better run What you mean by, It never set on stun? Yknow Its supposed to be on stun, get yourself hurt, son Let me break it down, I grown since mic Mic Mastery Sometimes Ill reach like a hacker on D This aint hockey, Im meta human stand tall like Ewing Lines epic like the opening crawl on the first viewing Pursuin iller noise, Sufjan Stevens Even though hes an Asthmatic Kitty, hes too calm breathin Rippin crews like Rotten Tomato reviews of The Mummy Im ballin like Im hoopin for money, who want it from me? Ill wait, style great, while your shits weak, pipsqueek Make me wanna mute you like when Stephen A. Smith speak So ahead of my time when I send savagery The link wont expire until after the singularity Been tellin yall now you seein what I mean and shit John Williams still workin on my theme and shit Find a better place Its Esoteric wreakin havoc with the Metal Face Thats name, dont play it out Or either spray it when you say it out your mouth, get out

{BEEP!} The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man... Were coming to get you, nigga I got a brand new .380 in the box, made like Glocks A shoebox of bullets, two clips, no safety lock Wont get knocked cause I avoid the rage Catchin mad bodies like the AIDS I used to carry blades Now Im fully loaded, save the bold shit Tempt me, Imma empty the whole shit, thats that cold shit And thats what Im into, and plus its winter And beef aint squished until the bullet enter Dead center or dead broke, when I got the flame out Im stickin up a drunk at the liquor store, he came out Cause my rents due, fuck with my money Imma dead you And you can tell the accents X sent you And he meant to cut your throat And maim your last breath, wait I got a bullet for your ass witcha name and your death date Nigga! There it is - thats what got him I dont know man... I got my Get-U-Now I got my Get-U-Now I got my Get-U-Now I got my Get-U-Now {BEEP!} The fuck was that man? That shit blew my head man... I had to get a shotty, the barrels a double one Cause my sidewalk got more shells than bubblegum Stuck on it, Im settin it, bring it if you want it And I still got my .22, wont never point it, though I go hip-hop, it pays by the sheets So, fuck my mother-in-law, Im finna run the streets Be the syntax error, delete I live to spin wax, repeat but on beat I got my Get-U-Now I got my Get-U-Now I got my Get-U-Now I got my Get-U-Now Yo, fuck All right, do it motherfucker, put it in your vest Thats what got him I dont know I got it: My tool, my utensil To draw lead in that ass like a pencil with a stencil And let me see them kids who had beef in the summer And they mugs, all look like Helen Keller but dumber Aint that a bummer? Ill take you out your misery I be the mad bluff caller like, caller ID motherfucker! Im rakin in the dough by the heap C-Cypher-Punks cant pete The last that you heard of your Jeep as you sleep I buy it off my boys for dirt cheap We gonna Get-U-Now, uh We gonna Get-U-Now, yeah We gonna Get-U-Now, huh We gonna Get-U-Now Nigga! Fucka, uhh, watch you drop! You know what the fuck we talkin about, word is bond And we ghost, C.M.!

MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote What I write sting, Im The Night King How Im floatin you would think Im on a kite string Yeah, extra strength, no PEDs DOOM Face takes the kief with the CBD I never wore womens clothes So many rappers exposed, but anything goes Im from a different cloth, I remain like hieroglyphic walls 24/7 in the kitchen rippin sauce Before you hear the drum or the bassline I bring it to em face time, zip them up, D-E-C-K shine A worker and a boss, thats a easy check Cause your boy rain fire like Khaleesi pets Deck thorough, I wreck worlds Im on a futuristic ride homie, catch me in Westworld Im black on, Im like the flick of a light switch Bars like ours come equipped with the ice picks MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote Congrats, ya teeth catch a dope slap You got Strahan teeth there aint a close gap Between us ya team seem sus Freshly dipped like a painter with a clean brush Genius, I let the pimp lead A couple eyes on his name like Embiid Im muscle in the paint you pretend ‘Sheed The rhymes specialized like a 10-speed Yes raps wrath of Rick the Rock Keep it a Buck like Giannis or fuckin Jack Sikma Deck is you ready? Yo Metal Face is you ready? Machete on the teddy, kill the mic then be Jetti MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote 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 MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote MF Czar—we the antidote

Mary, you make me wanna eat you Everytime I see you, its like the first time I meet you Fragrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too Seductive and whatever, it might as well be sea food 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, complexion 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 it 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 and letting everybody hit it Jezebel wasnt born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us Jezebel wasnt born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us Unlike 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 until to this day and never did abuse her I told her Ill be faithful, but she dont believe me I probably couldve been, if Id 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, man, find em much thinner If caught I get mad time just for touching her Knock wood, so much for hymens So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds Little young thing, she liked to do the tongue thing At times, she would play hard to get, fronting Or something, she made me feel like the number one king Run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling Jezebel wasnt born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us Jezebel wasnt born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us Met her out in Central Park--thats one sign Had the God mentally sparked, reflecting sunshine She said you need to stop messing with that white girl She fucking with your head and got your heart in a tight curl We messed around once or twice, but she dont know me She helped me get money at the dunce price OT Plus she from Colombia, so she really Spanish Cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish And Miss Hazy, older woman, mature black Everytime she sees me, I end up gettin towed 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 make up 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 Jezebel wasnt born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us Jezebel wasnt born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us Jezebel wasnt born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us

I just lie awake and think of pleasant nights wed spend Under summers magic spell But when autumn came her love did not remain And made my world a living hell I just lie awake and think of pleasant nights wed spend Under summers magic spell But when autumn came her love did not remain And made my world a living hell I just lie awake and think of pleasant nights wed spend Under summers magic spell But when autumn came her love did not remain And made my world a living hell

Give em some skin, a real country bumpkin Get up off his property, the Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkins Dumpin, enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin When hes on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin Town village nympho, now its all his though The way she got down was far from privileged info Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo Just from how she liked to show her belly button ring tho Couldnt tell em nothin, 5200, Atari, or Sega Test tube Ls with the lid, Garcia y Vega His tongue is like a sword thats mighty like a pen And you aint seen nothin like The Mighty Quinn Alrighty Then! Seal the deal with the shakin of a hand Peoples catchin feelings like its Making of the Band Villain have your fake man, quakin in his Vans When he do a jam, fans break dancin in the stands Chances are, hell lose the battle and the war Tryin to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar Oo, shucks, he should have known them two schmucks Would have came through the game Lame ducks, off beaucoup bucks Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water I advise all fathers to watch they daughters Its goin down tonight We got monsters in the crowd, and they ready to fight Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water I advise all fathers to watch they daughters You know we keep tricks up the sleeve Comin through with the Justice League I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat BMX got your guns, old folks got soap Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap I came up with cats, that never be smilin I called DOOM he said meet him on Monsta Island Where the girls look good and them MCs be wilin You can catch me in Valuer Suits, stylin With Lady Jaye holdin hands with the Baroness Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes dont got nothin on this I got them Go Go Gadgets So when the Cobra-La come through the floor Im puttin snakes in baskets We rhyme and do our thang Hes like Stymie from Our Gang Guitar twang, try me, and WHA DA DA DANG I dont think you want to know Even if you still do And want me to, Ill tell you But then Id have to kill you WILL YOU? Please Its like a Grilled Cheese sammich Gotta bring the butter or the breadll get damaged Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire If you ask nicely, and bring a glass Well share the last beer, here After the Cold Vein and Doomsday, we dont need no pop REVOLUTION, we hit cops with Judo Chops All you see is red, black, and green Know Im down for my team They killed Radio Raheem! Now I want to smoke a blunt, you know, blow off some steam? Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams Now this rap shit aint all that it seems You can leave it to the Supa Friendz to spill the beans

Eatin Captain Crunch for lunch, dont get your panties in a bunch Shorty passed out, he coulda put the whammy in the punch Had he a hunch, he could get set up like one Cosby Slidin off of three snowflakes like Tom Bosley Remember Charlies Angels? They had to make some changes Three broads with burners, these dames could gets dangerous Dude you never see will forever remain nameless Two of them things black, the last ones stainless Dont deal with the devil on a deep level They see metal and sound off like a tea kettle Blow the spot up lovely With no reference to skin color, God dont like ugly Wise man once said not to showboat And treat the yacht the same way as a rowboat The snakesll hang theyself with they own rope And watch a jewel transform to a known quote All Im tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider tryna take mine? Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin facts to the claps and the bassline All Im tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider tryna take mine? Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin facts to the claps and the bassline Whats Mary Poppin yall? Shout to Michael Rooker You with a mic is like a eunuch with a hooker Pressure cooker My confusions organized, Im the lord of light Yandu with an arrows like Eso with the cordless mic Flow holy, no gospel trap, writin like Michael Crichton put the rap in Velocirap-tor, or I hit you like a trap-door, when it rains it pours No mental strains but I, stick out like Kurt Angles temple veins You got an empty brain, enter in my lane It takes balls like a gender change, people talkin out they ass Check for the double-cross like 2 Chainz at Sunday mass Hit you with the belly to belly, the suplex Off the roof of the duplex, willin to group text With Steely Dan, Groot, fuckin baby Groot, the ghost of Dave Brubeck Alex Trebek and Boba Fett, whos next? All Im tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider tryna take mine? Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin facts to the claps and the bassline All Im tryna do is just make mine Why a sideline rider tryna take mine? Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time Puttin facts to the claps and the bassline Is that a good guy or a bad guy? Uhh, good guy Well it looks like a bad guy Well, hes a good guy

Dub it off your man, dont spend that ten bucks I did it for the advance, the back end sucks Its better than sittin up in a crack den wit the Mac 11 Yellin at your fiends and friends to duck Theres feds at the door, oh its just Fed Ex I thought I heard walkie talkies, mustve been them redneck Neighbors of mine they fuckin with they CB And we in the spot watchin COPS on TV Blazin greens, thumpin Bigs first cd Drinkin OE, hopin pigs dont see If they was psychic, they try to give him the electric chair Its gettin hectic in here, and its a election year Keep this section clear, VIP Shed a few tears since a knee-hi G And got more tricks up my sleeve, cough, hick-up and sneeze Make a emcee sick and dry heave weeze They must be still allergic to a Real raw rhymer with skills thats surgical Take the day off and lay off the crazy water It dont faze V as he lay up wit your lazy daughter.. With your lazy daughter ...Heat the bake, V came to eat your team steak And for desert, a treat, the green cake So much sweets its a dream, it seem fake These type fiends make your beat machine break Its on the fritz, put it on the ritz And watch what he gets, once his mits is on the glitz A lot of rappers is soft tit and talk shit They need to do us all a big favor, cork it ..Spit it like raw grits, get it They better off forfeit admit it Relaxin in your town, once the tour quit V keep comin back with more and more hits.. More hits

Straight from out the wilds of turtle island Where the fellas be buildin, and the girlies be smilin Hell of a thing when these worlds be collidin They all sing jingle bells complete with violent pedophilin Rush hour traffic and human cargo To nowhere in a hurry, during a truth embargo It seemed so odd though, how they so cocky With blatant disregard for life like Hiroshima / Nagasaki Watch it when we— Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Theres tears in our eyes And we got nowhere to hide Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Theres tears in our eyes And we got nowhere to hide Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Tears in our eyes Nowhere to hide Tears in our eyes Nowhere to... Drop jewels like they drop toxic napalm Or even one of their most prized possessions the H-bomb Guaranteed to kill for generations to come And degenerate their own civilizations to bunch of bums And its the same ones who started this calamity Turned right around and asked for amnesty, insanity DOOM representing Ronin squad Kes Kes Kes Bombing since Yes, yes, yall and the FreshFest Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Theres tears in our eyes And we got nowhere to hide Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Theres tears in our eyes And we got nowhere to hide Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Tears in our eyes Nowhere to hide Tears in our eyes Nowhere to... The abomination of colonization Material greed Sick domination Straight pawn of Satan Hatin—what is at the core of your defiance? You focus on destruction You focus on science, like the Mayans Biker Its time to pay the piper So foul and rebellious The sun dont even like ya, homie Shouldve took the time to get to know me Now I cant do nothing but watch you burn slowly Fry Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Theres tears in our eyes And we got nowhere to hide Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Theres tears in our eyes And we got nowhere to hide Drop the bomb Drop the bomb Tears in our eyes Nowhere to hide Tears in our eyes Nowhere to...

And now the nations of the worlds brought to you by Its way too fly like the ecliptic is fun to see Remind me of hey you guys— The Electric Company Big Lil Sci, ID, Willabee And silly me, Villainy, in this ill built soliloquy Came through to do the do through the tube To the groove and confuse your crew like Rubiks Cube The metal mask, face mangled, purple cape Found a way to smash the triangle through the circle shape Faster than a team of apes microphone bandit Taller than the solar system nine known planet Enough to leave your mind blown aint it? Keep a open mind dont take things for granted DINNINIT! MCs seem to be slushed out They must be still got the wool over their eyes like Mushmouth Its like a goldrush in the South for the truth Beyond shadow of a doubt, cut it out Ay yo who tapped me? About to get real ill And still kill two birds with one Subroc when my pen spills Still coolin, chillin making papers Acting stupid running capers Acting like Biz giving skeezers the vapors Now can I remember or was I really dead bent When this chick tried to get me for all shillings and pence Oh yeah that makes me think of Sly when he was alive The first cat that took me to the country and before he moved out Wy And I was a little guy hanging around older cats With fat dookie ropes and fly Gucci hats Fucking around with black shoe polish writing my name on the wall My theme through like Slick Rick— Lick The Balls And here I am with Dumile The city psycho social single no more no less and less I say Inspect Willi dash wigs out And gets jiggy bling platinum and swigged out On old Grandad, who, me? Oh yeah Im buggin Sorta like when my daughters mother told me she had a bun in the oven Ay yo dont even try to mess with me to the exit Messin around on the mic Ill leave the rhyme pregnant YIKES! Whenever we picking up mics its like YIKES! Whenever we blowing up shows its like YIKES! Whenever we taking control of our destiny Taking hip-hop to next degree YIKES! Whenever we picking up mics its like YIKES! Whenever we blowing up shows its like YIKES! Whenever we taking control of our destiny Taking hip-hop to next degree Holy smokes, you dont want to mess with these MCs cause Weve been rhymin ever since we had Peachfuzz For each of us its been a ten year span now Even back then I knew one day wed lay this jam down Smoother version of Return of the Boom Bap MF to the Scienz consider yourself DOOMED black Hacking mics like chrome piece Styles stay fat like obese Whether written or off the dome piece Carbon copy MCs getting real sloppy yall Wont even waste my time going back and forth like volleyball Riding tracks like trolley cars The last thing on my mind is selling my soul becoming a shining star cant even consider it A real tight cat Ill let a brother know if I aint feeling it Not even a little bit Half these cats trying to pass ignorance for heaven-sent But we give them no pity yall Scienz of Life, MF DOOM down to the titty bar But what you say? I said we give them no pity yall Scienz to the MF on down to the titty bar The supersonic ex-villain six million bionic Twisted Smirnoff Ice sipping the liquid tonic Pull the bubonic tag, the man hunt Circle dot now you got it, review my microphonics Do the economics 4 Windz and God For standoff burning tags with camfrost, the mans lost Without a mic pop-a-stoppa a handoff We ran raw over tracks And banned all rappers thats wack Scoop the Saturn, loop the drum track Yo we live and direct transmitting text yo the pro prospect VX verb made the first correct In transmitting threaten your sound set system, profound bliss And like the sun solar, joints are soft like Mozart Performing arts director moves like the martyr connector Reflection rays like Nine Ether the bomb piece Complete vision, medicate conniption off the rhythm My wisdom, permission, admission cop the LP, listen 4 Windz to all night living a brawl fight Kicking drum beats, spits in my lung ribs Chest expands thunderous We runnin red like stop lights all night Aint it funny when I get up in the morning and I Jump in the shower scrub my body then I get out and dry Throw on some clothes all of my oil then I tire my lot Put on my shoes, put on my cap, and leave my door a lot Walk down the block, go in the store and then I get me a drink Walk over to the park I sit down on the bench and I think How the a sun it shinin on down all up on my face A nice cool breeze is blowin, and Im chillin in space Im blowing through the hazy fog like the exhale of smoke inhale then choke Its just a pretty nice day and Im feelin quite fine Chillin in my habitat and Im submerged in in my mind Then we get up off the streets and we hit up some stores And get some incense and dashikis cause Im goin on tour Go to All Eyes on Egipt to get me some books So I could recitate my fans my hook So maybe the next time, maybe the next rhyme Maybe the next beat, or maybe the next line

Hey, there, you—in the Metal. Whats your name? DOOM. Shit.  DOOM? Mmmm—I like it. Im CZARFACE. I know a guy who can change your life.  Who? Me! Ten feet, nigga.  Sometimes, hearin in this helmets hard, its made me a close talker.  My space, yo.  What do ya say we do a little team-up? What? Ya know, a team-up—like; Spidey and The Torch; Hawk and Animal; 7L and—umm, uhh— Play your position.  Well, my position is hero, and—stop me if youve heard this one—every hero needs a—Villain.  Thats right.  Hahaha.  A villain!

Sho nuff as the 7-11 wins Is in for Plumskinnz from begin A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens Thick chicks, and even sticks got friends Up high, the up high Im covered With the innocent fuzz from the peaches says the streets Down low, on the down low I know the right juice from the darkest fruits got roots Mind wanderin, mind playin tricks I want the Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks Tongue tied up, tongue tied up, confidin Thinkin if I could Ill stoop to trickin much nooks Beware the grocer when ya press em with your thumbs, though See, no grocer wants bruised plums, yo Once bruised one time, tis forgotten And once the plums is rotten, the skinzzll cut your gums At the corner store, a sign reads: For Sale: Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail Only ones runnin to the corner is pale males Open all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale Back to the honeyplum thats swift with gift And if the plum is pit, I guess Ill just plead fifth Ill say, Sweet young, can your ?? have some? You got some peach Well, Im down with O.P.Plumskinzz Dont drool with all the juice you dribble Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a nibble Trust, just in case ya asked why Behind my button-fly is a fruit fly huntin for those plumskinzz Since last we spoke, I cried about Teddy Ruxpin And me myself, in a dream, pimpin in a tux and, uhh Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges Skinzzll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges Legs over ledges, Im over heels Over heels, five-nine is the result of how I builds But then hard times come, oh and how It makes me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau No, I aint gon never seek refuge in booze I find the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruiseeeee up Somethin lovely kickin game, no shame GREAT shape got me GREAT date but untamed You never knows, where goes my hand next Surprise! Im in your plumskinzz Spandex Lust for lust-ful got me lustin Honies ask for it, but then they start bustin Want ya, need ya, but dont wanna seed ya Baby, listen close, and follow this procedure You feel my peachfuzz while I rub your plumskin Hun, before you go, you know we gotta get somethin staaaarted Pump-kin pie, I promise to lick ya till your well runs dry By the fruit you bare, I guess you got spoon In my room, I search some this Fruit of my Loom I never touch young bright them plums till they reach age Dont think I aint good when Im gooder Dont think I wont when I woulda I save plums in lump sums because I may want it soon Damn, I wouldnt want my plum to turn prune Unless it be all that, be all that It wont matter, just black sweet ones come fatter Im kinda, kinda picky with my fruit mix But always fix fat drums in the batter They say you must, must share a little plum I say, With that idea, kid, youre dumb I play the role, play the role, kinda shy And keep the concept to unbutton the fly The question, my oh my, any left for thy shore? I pick fresh fruit, plus vick em galore Raw as can be, I can be much more Adore my sweet gift shot like Quickdraw McGraw Its plenty much, plenty much to go around I weigh em by the hand, take em by the pound Maybe I slap big, bot-tom round But if not, sit tight, I just might hound you down Things that make you go Mmmmm Taste a sugarplum, use your mouth, go Mmmmm If you aint already been, yo, catch me with a finnicky grin And you should know, like Flynn Im in For those plumskinzz I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop When Im squishin up a plum I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop When Im rubbin on a plum I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop When Im goin on a plum I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop And when Im grabbin on a plum I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop When Im juggling a plum I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop When Im lickin on a plum I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop When Im nibblin on a plum I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop When youre pickin up the plums

Keep it movin Im from the era that started the park wars I beat box, pop-and-lock, B-boys spinnin on cardboard Graffiti Rock, Beat Street, Breakin, and Style Wars Above the Rim, Brown Sugar, Belly, and CB4 Watch me drop a Wild Style on a Krush Groove My Hustle & Flow, Im sure to get Paid in Full Thats the Rhyme & Reason, so pardon me Whos the Man with the Juice that crashed the House Party? They just Baller Blockin, cause Im Notorious No stoppin me til Im dead or State Property How High can you fly over New Jack City? Look up, Friday, I Got the Hook Up Im hip-hops Most Wanted, comin Straight Outta Park Hill Call em Idlewild, my bars ill Get Rich or Die Tryin, but Never Die Alone Love to my Boyz n the Hood, Im Ghost, Dog Shhh, dont spoil it Shhh, dont spoil it Shhh, dont spoil it Dont spoil it Dont spoil it Shhh

If youre white, they dont want anything to do with you And I cant blame em The mask was haunting Somethings out of jaw, but the cast was daunting Natural born king who ignored all warnings Felt compelled as hell as he switched off the on spring Quit the chatter, youre stuck now Done deal really didnt matter the fuck how Kapow, the door crashed with a roaring thud Reminded him of some shit he saw in C.H.U.D., it was pouring blood Resemblance was staunch In his right poor, poor, minsters haunch Fresh kill, he gave a confused look Message in telepathy, Why you so shook? Whos shook? I look shook to you? Pork, pork The shit remind him responded in thought talk Couldnt creep up on it with your best ninja stalk walk Bigger than Dayton New York, bugger than Mork from Ork Its just a flesh wound, I need some water Drudgy piece of deer steak, caught it last slaughter You got that? Huh? Oh the canteen Get that clean careful not to contract the Gangrene I should of ate it but then Id be a murderer From where I was sitting at I couldnt reach the burner bruh And she would read his mind and smack him with the furniture Then the bitch disappeared and tipping Becks and burn wit cha Burn wit cha, for your girl Next time it come DOOM, trying to smoke Trying to burn? I came in to the forest to finish this last record I knew it was a female, since it was ass naked Sneak up while Im in the woods splittin blunts The pussy was good, I only hit it once The pussy was good, I only hit it once Better wash that meat, heartbeat sound like sasquatch feet Clean that meat, heartbeat sound like sasquatch While you at it get the mask washed

Im a blood sucka I feed on the souls of the dead MCs As Mega burns your scrolls Im a petal from an iron rose My kung-fu is the iron robe I put you in an iron grave I came up in an ocean with iron waves Back-pedalling All you haters let go of my metal wing Clap with this metal thing IGC, thats my iron family My kids are rough, they eat iron candy My girls tough, she wears iron panties I was born in an iron galaxy You can act Sir William My favorite rock band is Iron Maiden I wrote these raps on iron pages Blacks hate the prisons with iron cages x2 When you speak to the king Address that man as the Iron Sheik We got higher heights to reach Advance the concrete with iron feet We came from hard times with natural disasters Trying to avoid the bullet, chit-chat, and health hazards Since knitting caps and no laces He was rocking it, bopping it, Northface pockets Record papers, evade chases When everybody tryin to laugh to the bank from places With hard chemicals, regards measuring treasuring We made it through hard shit like fish with large fins The hearts of men, enlightening silence Writing iron scripts, escaping dark dazes Hearts at play, been at enough ledges For crying loud and still got rough edges to iron out Praying, never lying down Got it now waddles be trying to wow We apply integrity with her passion Times heated like the Serengeti Cant stay still, its better when it happens x2 Dont get dried in From the frying iron, for lying again And die trying while crying Just a suggestion Just to question what he told him Couldnt hold him from rolling the Western war like a golden golem God bless the soul, man Oddly dressed old man With fresh kicks, broham The freshest slowest jam Ride a iron horse With eyes wide cross Let off, the side iron Trying to guide the lost Iron clad and rhymin At the droppin of a diamond Filthy metal fingers get it poppin like a hymen At first she said no, her iron was low He had to go, get back to mining iron for dough Flow with an iron tongue Spit words from an iron lung, where flung Who gives a flying turd or iron dung A chunky jewel bracelet The width of a lions wrist Metal faced scientist Rule with an iron fist x

One one one, two two two The supervillain get kicked out your country And said the Pledge of Allegiance six times monthly He aint hardly go to school Been known to rock a party and do karate on a ghoul Get your whole dome strangled While in London town he sported a chrome Kangol And did his best to blend in Even till the endin, borderline pretendin Not quite, do it matter where you from? Or more if you scared, prepared or mad dumb Hold that thought Youngins all thirsty, get the old man caught Thats a bad sport And a tad short, another random thought Show your support for the troops in the street And for a treat he put a scoop of poop in the beat Thatll get it loopin complete So when she do the hula-hoop she spin it with her teeth Ball, beat em all, thats the daily affirmation Like every day the same songs play at the radio station They need to change they compilation Before he stomp the place in, causing complication Watch what comes pouring out your face skin Place it in the waste bin, boring conversation What do you guys do? What do you do? Collect taxes Collect taxis? Yeah What do you mean? ...A tax collector Wussy, the style is steel clad Yall need to practice like you need some pussy real bad And thats the most he could emphasize Never tell a lie, and when he boast, his temperature rise Keep it on the humble Speak it on the mumble, creep, dive and tumble Back on his feet, foes tremble and crumble Send your best wide receiver, incomplete--fumble The whole team rumble Remember its just a game, keep your helmet on, numbskull! Things could get uncomfortable and sticky Thats why he wear the metal mask, kick me I must be dreamin in the daytime Company schemin, I think I see him by the ley line near the fauna Wouldnt wanna be him, hes a goner Laid out in the gutter, see him on your corner, foreigner Excuse me? Can we interrupt you for two minutes? What are you doing?

This is an editorial funded by rhymers Against phony gangsters And mainstream evil The Supervillain I showed up lampin with a soul strut anthem And a plan to mess your fan and a legend is a tandem Some low cut abandon tiger fist mic handlin Heard your feminine sound and had to prescribe pamperin Crampin your style like your parents on a first date Yeah word is born with a dangerously low birth weight Scenario: worst case, you dealin with a monster I keep the peace but they wanna hold heat like a sauna Gonna step into your nightmares, you pull it when you sleep Im still standin right there catchin bullets in my teeth Police and bap with a reason that speaks to black to the back of a mind That I want my people back and thats fine Americas pastime is now alive and kickin you Another public scandal, a Michael Jackson interview Im addicted to Real World and I hope I can kick it soon While my aspirations and skill level are still in tune Midnights a high noon, fly jewels with MF A Villain and a Manchild, possibilities endless Get close to the speaker, yeah you too princess Unless the restrainin order specifies at least ten steps Word placement, is this seat taken? So sick of waitinin yall they sayin nathin We expect payment for this level of greatness You dealin with Manchild its so hard to face it Word placement, is this seat taken? So sick of waitinin yall they sayin nathin We expect payment for this level of greatness When you dealin with IZ its so hard to face it Everystep I take another fake hood rate I dont make the mistake to put my foot on the waist But I make my state, I dont sway in anyway When I grab the micro play I reign on parades, especially the suckas The big ruckas duckas big ice wearin fool motha With a knack for every single day of the week Gotta watch my step, cant get no crap on my feet Walkin tall straight to the dope of opportunity Been too many years and let the weight get a pull of me Im chillin with the drastic, they call me rap bastard Envys a bitch when ya dealin with the masters Im trying ta compensate for ya ill rap traits By concoctin schemes to sell a few rap tapes Ya played ya odd but somethin wrong wit cha numbers Its time to pay the bookie or take a long slumber Word placement, is this seat taken? So sick of waitinin yall they sayin nathin We expect payment for this level of greatness You dealin with IZ its so hard to face it Word placement, is this seat taken? So sick of waitinin yall they sayin nathin We expect payment for this level of greatness When you dealin with Doom its so hard to face it Cant stand the beat, theres no sense bitchin Cant stand the heat, go get from out the kitchen Ran through the street and leave a whole set twitchin Skip the stitchin, complements of the henchmen He rocked it, the flow got her dizzy He keep a few knockers cocked and loaded for grizzly Its no big deal, niggas say they real But aint got no heart to bust shots at a pig mobile Putzes got the game all mucked up Must be nuts kids, fuck up and get fucked up Beat the heck out a rapper for street wreck And laugh, playin with a half a full cheat deck Pull your burner to earn you some respect son And be the next hun, to get a C-section With no epideral screamin I heard yall Cats is talkin coughin up info like a furball Do ya bid, dont be scared The wrong three words on the tier, getcha eared Everywhere blood smeared, ya should of been prepared Layin there balled up lookin all weird Villain hold the heater on a cold day And keep a old throw-away for a old fay No way get bagged on no day DOOMll change his name to Jose Yo No Se Word placement, is this seat taken? So sick of waitinin yall they sayin nathin We expect payment for this level of greatness DOOM, Manchild and IZ you cant face it Word placement, is this seat taken? So sick of waitinin yall they sayin nathin We expect payment for this level of greatness DOOM, Manchild and IZ you cant face it

Welcome back, heres more of the rawness Flows gorgeous, and no this aint no 94 shit Still classic, no you wont surpass this I keep the masses stacked while I spitting these tracks Its pretty easy, not difficult believe me Id much rather be seeing a DP for these TV Scenes Ive got, or acting in a flick Maybe macking with your chick, she skinny and she thick Huh, pear shaped light eyes If she come, she come Im only chasing one prize And thats the luxurious ends, still looking for friends So this journey is going through spins But Ill be fine though, the mind is like a vinyl A little spinning and spinning and then, well, its time to go Reminding yourself it aint worth the stress Live life with an open chest and never hold regrets Everything happen for a reason Just try think positive, your mind is an achievement Youve been deceived and Im here to stop it The worlds newest prodigy finally stepping off this Yeah, they call him brillo pad beard Now on with the show, his flow is mad weird Reporting live from the here after The collapse of Rome’s rafters, amongst tears, laughter In the Agua of Minimata, more lethal To all who bites style types right before refill Disaster, can blow like challenger On yall space cadets with threats thats more violent-er Than atrocities seen via TV As we keep it heated like Fukushima Daiichi Turn up the temperature, villain and the emperor Yall aint ready like a Doomsday Prepper-er We stay repping till it spread like the Black Death And shred mics till no whack left, crack breath Kept it like a shepherd yet leapt like a leopard for spare shines Stray slugs graze your hairline Mines is as hard to find as Malaysian airline crash wreck Soon come black goo nanotech Its miraculous, nothing short of disastrous Thats it, nothing come after this

Looks like I hit the jackpot! Thats the best part of all! Im working for the biggest group of villains this world has ever known! Were led by the man himself! Dooms got a plan thats gonna shake the heavens...You wanna get tough punk?! Good! Time to get the feta!

Doom, are you awake? Yes, but what do you want? You fool, its a miracle that you didnt kill Costez as well as yourself. So, before you cause greater harm— Get out of here! This is just a minor disappointment. I shall overcome it The failure of DOOMs experiment did not end his tragedy For a few days later, his bandages were removed There. Aah! How horrible, that face What have I done to myself? My face is...hideous! He made me hurry my experiment! Now I must hide my face from all mankind. But he will pay. Oh, how he will pay! So after his face was ruined, he just seemed to disappear Why did DOOM threaten just to— Well, like I said he just disappeared. Ill never forget that day

Air by MF DOOM I couldnt love you more If time was running out Couldnt love you more Oh right now baby 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 the mud of been cool Schooled on how to wash away the crud and the drool pool Made his chrome dome glissen At first he couldnt tell she had a chromosome missin Kept a spear somewhere in his underwear he swear To help and get the gum out her hair They need to get the thumb out they rears And show some skills the onetime they come out in years Instead of coming out in fears of they own shadow In a game that swell em up to getem like cattle Take your rattle and skedaddle Before you get a whippin with a pen and pad paddle Fools gotem modeling gear He came with more rhymes than molecules and air I couldnt love you more If time was running out Couldnt love you more Oh right now baby The track was like a thorn in his back As for the rhymes - Ill give yall fair warning its crack Who ever start to smoke it comeback Quit - youll have a heart attack-up in some bum shack Sharper than a thumbtack His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple To him yet it wasnt so simple Kept his right and left hand beefin One knocking teeth in the other one chiefin But first This song will make you wanna stomp your ten toes Came with more rhymes than molecules and air Souped up hooptie Pinto off pimp my whip Before they put the system in and had it all stripped There aint no need to trip Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jabib Get a grip ..leave it a dag mess from beer Burn it like a bag of swag sess in the air I couldnt love you more If time was running out Couldnt love you more Oh right now baby

Its Vik Known to kick a no joke vocal And given a chance, yoke ya slow poke local yokel Dont smoke krill, wont need topal If the fluoride dont kill ya then the soap will Dope skill, nickname Musty All up in the popes grill with quick game and crusty He said Trust me, whats the dang fuss B? Let me hold the buggy, police cant bust me It should only take five minutes No jive bidness, I leave no live witness For you? Two percent on the back And not only that, I let you get on the track Holla back, he still aint call It aint my loss boss, ball till ya fall So what? A low cut price and pro Vll sell a bogus marriage liscense to a mo Like sellin weed to a thug Candy that baby gave me I need a new drug He knew the blue was too bug After school he used to sip brew by the jug Enough to piss barley Cracker told em chill before ya end up like Chris Farley He said yesm Mr. Charlie Now kindly shut the fuck up Im tryin ta twist this Marley Dope skill! Enough to piss barley Cracker told em chill before ya end up like Chris Farley Turn a live Saturday night to a maniac Monday Disturb ya inner peace with this rap feng shui Knock you out a position wit a rendition Just a little somethin to tivo on your television The first cat to spit a verse on star search The only American idol ta spill a rap recital Win a contract, then turn it down willingly And start a bidding war thatll collapse the whole industry Then put it out independantly Cuz all them gifts they sendin me, just aint bendin me The only thing a major can give me is advice While local cats tell me Im just not that nice But I dont feel bad at all after peepin their catalog Knowin all along they always bumpin the wackest songs Chalkin a plan with the future at hand Being the last to stand after da band disbands Enough to piss barley Cracker told em chill before ya end up like Chris Farley Enough to piss barley Cracker told em chill before ya end up like Chris Farley

Do you remember that knife you wouldnt part with? You kept it sharp just to carve my fuckin heart like a park bench Well, I found it this morning in a Southside bus stop And Im smiling for this mugshot Thats when I knew the plan was bound to fail By the time you hear this song Ill be singing it from down at county jail Still filled to the maximum So fuck Bill Clinton with his saxophone And cut, Im trying to follow a lit fuse I must have missed a days allowance of fish food Like whos tit do you think that this is dude? She aint your bitch to misuse And when there aint nothing more to grab I might give something back to the floor of this cab I might tag my name on the door of your building Might even make a couple of your children When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out Click is when he go in, we keeps it flowin Wrote this poem from a swollen place of deep knowin Winter showin, we scared of the dark as night approaches Until a time comes, some run like roaches Stop, drop, pop a slug out the mag, tag Thug it out, brag, hold on to your bug out bag When hes out on tour and the drink go down Grab your girl, he might arouse her — yowzers What dreams may come Some plot and scheme on the scene, he play dumb From the load out, true emissary who forever ready Ask your secretary bout the melonberry Its elementary, fedora or the ski hat Drawers or dungaree slacks, where you gonna be at? Dont repeat that, she aint the type no doubt If she wanna eat its goin right in her mouth When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out When all the lights go out When the lights go out Yeah, you know its like...you know. All this political stuff, you know what Im saying? This gossip on TV. You know everybody tryna get they talk on. You know the rumors and all that, thats where they make...you know, thats how they make their money. You know, talkin about things, but you know...we a part of that. You see what happen? Money dont mean nothing, it really dont, money dont mean a damn thing. You see what happened to Joan Rivers? All that money for her face and skin and...vain? You know what Im saying? I might just walk up to one of these motherfuckin super stars and pull their wig off.

...Had this one bitty, she gave good brain Used to come and see me in the hood on the train One way cost a buck 50 Not a bad loss if you sure to suck her titty At least for better or for worse Nails was more faker than the letters on her purse Not quite the Gucci butters No drawers, coochie cutters and the hoochie stuttered Y-y-y-y-ou got another Dutch, k-kid? She listened to that rap shit V was out of touch with Lit it, hit it raw with no fuss Only thing she said was J-J-Just pull out before you b-bust Lightskin from hell V drink gin, she sipped white zinfandel Maybe Ill make her to my baby mother Then she had to break out to babysit her baby brother To show her she was iller than the next chick is He reached in the drawer and let her sport one of the necklaces He gave her change for a token Get at me when you get to where you going Got a call later that night and was heart broken My man was like, Your girl just got bodied, Im not joking Fucked up real bad, she aint make it Stuck her with a cutter, she wouldnt let him take the shit Im like My shorty got stabbed Off the piece of shit chain I had nabbed off a crab Wouldnt give it up so I put one in his ab Grabbed the bloody chain and took a cab to the lab I knew I shouldve sold it to the Arab My shorty got stabbed off the same bloody chain ....Late nite club nite Pen attract fights Slumped in the corner click clackin dice All my fam left they was high drunk or fuckin asked If Im safe dolo Im from bed stuy its nuthin Cuz told me to murk I wasnt listenin My girls went to work trips & 456n em Chain just glistenin lookin all gaudy Plus the scratch Im winnin got me lookin all flossy 40 after 40 stogie after stogie Stumbled out the after hours without no homies Forgot where I parked tried to hop in a cab Some dude wit a mask said drop it in the bag Now Im not used to bein a victim One of them club dudes had the same jeans & kicks on That ass bettin loser this aint right But aint no protocol when u shootin dice Tried to put up a fight but I was too nice Coordination fucked up caught one in the gut Freaked out thought it was worse than it was Cause all that blood dispersed from my gut Out the infirmary just a flesh wound But still felt funny when I tried to digest food Back to the hood and I layed low Runnin low on pesos need another game to enhance my payroll This time aint no one sleep Had the rambo on me let my cousin hold the heat Im mad sober see what happened last time I got my drink on Hold up! She got my link on? The bow legged ho must think somethin sweet She didnt even switch up the piece Maybe she aint know, think her man bought it Then give ya man this for me, just cut her

Yeah, Yeah I dont give a fuck, I dont give a fuck Back in it, I dont give a fuck Check! Why you actin up? I throw you in the acura & Tell the cops that you were just a passenger Gas mask thrown over your head The fumes leave you covered up In 47 swaastikas or swastikas, Im popular Time to get my profit up, Open up these chakras Rockin out in Arkansaw, Tall down in Florida So if you take my capitol, Im cappin you An axell do me well, put a slash in you I got that backwards cat, caskets For you asses, and put acid on your flacid tracks You not in Kansas anymore & my stance is metaphors I be rippin through the can Land you on the floor Take that cancer through your pores Then inhale it cause Im ill Dangerous, enflamin shit An artist whos an arsonist Restrainin him is prolly gonna be... Somethin that you want, bow and arrow flow like im katniss Madlib, my tracklist I swear to gotti, feels like I got it Mills half off, come & chill on this island Alright, you fronters lacerated All my people tax evadin So they make invalid statements Balances decapitated Im goin in Its apparent, Im a parent Cause Im Daddy to you ferrets While you battlein and swearin & Ill casually inherit, these casualties that Im sparin We must be at the top, cause clarity dissappearin ah! This is practice, Im wicked at this This is practice, Im wicked at this This is practice, Im wicked at this I survive with my tactics, the fact is This is practice, Im wicked at this This is practice, Im wicked at this This is practice, Im wicked at this We pick the atlas up & kill the bastards I dont give a fuck, I dont give a fuck Back in it, I dont give a fuck

You put my feet back on the ground Did you know you brought me around You were sweet and you were sound You saved me She wondered would it hurt again, a scary new setting A Mary Lou Retton perfect 10 -- was it worth it then? Would have made the clique switch way back For a quick pitch in the haystack With a bad bitch like Payback with interest Used to keep her nice coo trimless Flipped it for a high school gymnast She was thicker than the kick off Supersonic Sicker than the bubonic, to Vik it was platonic Wow, found a new playmate At this late stage in the game he couldnt get the name straight Told her it was all up in your calf muscle Showed her how to pull it off, all laugh and tussle At one point she thought he was a lame cat, with game for the rats A dog to claim the blame at Told her Maybe its your momma fault, for giving you the shaker Summi-summi-somersault You put my feet back on the ground Did you know you brought me around You were sweet and you were sound You saved me Butterflies at the very mention The flutter of her eyelashes help to clear the tension Then went and tripped and fell head over heels V, and got dirtier than Red Rovers wheels No matter how high-stake the price This good-luck charm on his arm shake the dice Its gymnastics, practice makes nice Shes not the type to be enticed by fake ice Aah -- the stench of first love The quench of the thirst made it worse Truly the burst of upper-thrust motion Trust, devotion Lust is like the sand where the beach meets the ocean Soaking, felt joy in the whirlwind Never ever did he ever mention boyfriend/girlfriend Demanded her respect Then ran and did a handspring, almost landed on her neck You put my feet back on the ground Did you know you brought me around You were sweet and you were sound You saved me

Lets enter this jewelry shop Ah, cmon Mr. Piocalles man, hook it up. 14K, def bracelet, you cant beat it kid! No I cannot do that, this is not a pawn shop, this is Piocalles Jewelry! Ahh, Mr. Hood, my favorite customer! What can I do for you today? I would like to see some gold rings Ahh yes we have these stupid phat gold rings, perfect for your masculine hands Some earrings for my wife How about these elephant studded diamond earrings, perfect for the woman of your dreams And a watch, for my cousin Ahh yes we have a Rolex for just under three-thousand, seven-hundred and ninety-two That is a beautiful watch No, actually its two-thousand, three-hundred and thirty-six green Many thanks for your help Yeah hes always trying to jerk people! My name is Mr. Hood. What is your name? Hmm... yeah Im Zev Love X from KMD I am pleased to meet you Oh yeah likewise uhh, how ya doin anyway? Perfectly well, thank you. And you? Oh Im just chillin, ya see uh, but I got one problem, I come in here to pawn this bracelet. See ’cause this rhymin for nickels business aint makin it. What I need is a job uh... Where you work at? They hiring? Follow this avenue turn right at the corner , go to the left when you reach the square. , it is the house next to the theater Oh. Huh. Yeah I know the line of work youre in, yeah Would you care for a spoon? No go, I dont deal with that stuff They are not too expensive As a matter of fact... This reminds me of the days of dwelling with those Who killed off the weak for fancy clothes and hoes too Not opposed to the picket fence dream But both lie on the same side of the gate It seems that its all coming back to me now Yeah umm uhh I figured it was about two summers ago No jokin, no one-eyed winkin It was uh Crackpot, yeah Crackpot Jenkins I first met Crackpot in like Head Starts Since then I knew he wasnt too head smart As I scribbled in art he insisted on standing in the sandbox To collect unknown amounts of pebbles and stones to throw rocks Its in the wrists, he said when telling me in early physics lessons Two atoms cant occupy the same space at the same time Acknowledged by the playgrounds bully Wesson Who felt Pots rock then cracked Pots face Considering his aim, I warned he could hurt others with his game Miss Creissman warned the same Although, he didnt care, did he, ’cause in a decade and one year He continued to throw rocks for a career Paid and more paid as he pelt rocks felt by Every brother in brown with whom he dealt One more rock thrown, ah shoot Under the ground was a boy in a blue suit Still a lot of rock throwing going on up the block But a pocket full of pebbles what locked up Crackpot Shouldve used his wrists for the cut like Subroc Maybe then hed have avoided the common phony jackpot Yeah, phony jackpot Yo man, we got much better things to do with your time Show me something better What, something better? We built this place man. Were the Gods of the Universe, Kings and Queens of the planet No, Im not Crackpot Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh no. You done set it off!

AH-HEM! Bust off your straps after Victory Laps For a rhyme-o-cidal maniac, rap run runners Kingpin numbers they kick knee-slap skat Dreidel loose, Villain on the track in your town Like Ringling Brothers, bring rings around clowns Got ‘em bowin down in surround-sound, drown Pawn somethin for a small fortune Go broke, sell portion to an auction, caution Name your price and that times fourscore of course No love lost, enter the town on tour de force, cost more Give or take the off day, short stay In case the gaudy shorty need the horseplay Raw hay, rakin in the dough, no connection Came home lames bidded, still payin protection Villain no kiddin when he ain’t rhyme checkin Or in the sunshine with a fine dime neckin He lightin up the Olympic torch with sparks glow A gimp gods corso, pass it off... Starks go Bringin it home it’s the relayed laps; twist cats, put ‘em on they ass The other half on they neck and they back Prepare your vest for the Victory Laps Take titles and give ‘em back, World Series Hummers Veteran numbers, still spit that crack Bottles of Goose in the backpack Niggas talkin like ‘Yeah Tony Starks, don’t you dare let us down Your hits be immaculate, and accurate’ Like the targets of Jake Plummer Started all that talk of bein a gunner Beef in the winter leaves the death in the summer Switchin the Franks, army tanks Fuck a bodyguard, it’s me and the iron I’m secure like federal banks, pirates Y’all niggas better walk the plank, motherfucker! Bluka! Bluka! Compliments of the gentlemen in all black In the back, softball stack off the wall plaque For all slack, track who diss is tricky Hope to fix the problem with the rack & pinion doohickey Not too quickly, they softer than a gooch As I proceed to pop the clutch like a cooch, brooch It broke loose, scratched the side slidin Disappeared off of the horizon, glidin You’re now ridin with the rude gin and ginseng drinkin Sing a Sting song smooth as mink skin Drop a jewel to keep the king’s men thinkin Filthy Metal Fingers leave the ink pen stinkin Move! The lab is in a mess Wreakin, speakin from the heart like a stabbin in the chest Leakin in a cab in distress, blinkin, home Poems ringin in his dome, clingin to chromosomes

Do you have any medicine? CZARFACE Do you— Do you— Do you have any medicine? Theres no tellin Thats a very vilainous answer Mhm Mad scientist flow CZARFACE CZAR— CZAR— CZAR— CZARFACE. I got something for your mind, your body, your soul. Do you— Do you— Do you have any medicine?

Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Not from a golden state but still a self-proclaimed warrior Waiting for more euphoria, glory and all sorts of fun Getting done more work than most ever do My passion it pulls me through, so spitting writtens is food That means its easy to do, so while it may bring a smile to you Dont be surprised if you see me try different routes Without leaving my roots, Ill always see the booth And always be the truth, so dont believe in the spoofs Cause soon theyll be gone, no denying it Replying with dope tracks and know Ive been supplying this Your highness is what Im aiming for, Mr. Emperor Spitting wicked words but remember the tongue is a sword Uh, I swear to God Im getting bored I sat holdin lyric sheets and now theres no more So just wait and see what I have in store, its the Emperor Nehru Sick and tired of being fooled Living my life through your rules I cant be a mule, I was born as a jewel So watch what Ima do, watch what Ima do I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Its the underrated, underpaid but still most amazin Teenager making music since the cavemen Feeling caved-in, my vision is getting tainted Still awaiting the fan base Im chasing And to Phil Banks it, you judge me You can leave me be immediately I need mine seriously At least until I get a name and then I can hang But until then Im saying a refrain From cliques like a white-out, know Im bout To take off, no DeLorean Its back to the future and theres no more ignoring him Bishop here to make you hiccup and your heart skip a beat He’s too deep, like steep drops, so he got a long way to go But the motion aint slow, so know he bound to blow Like lighters at the gas station I never pumped on the regular, is that why yall hating? Nathan Watch what Ima do, watch what Ima do I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Sick and tired of being fooled Living my life through your rules I cant be a mule, I was born as a jewel So watch what Ima do, watch what Ima do I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you I said Emperor Nehru, were coming for you Yeah Emperor Nehru, were coming for you

Aiyyo Heres a little story ghetto love situation Bout a girl I met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high, well understood Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood Yo Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn Had a 2 oclock appointment with this girl name Dawn She aint the Avon lady but her beauty was strong Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song She must be a special lady and a very exciting girl I dont know, she had the high-glows switchin See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin But Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit See she did 12 months over a ratchet Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit Clip was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it It was classic Nowadays shes laid back, helpin me perfect my rap Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat White, furry thing Diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring Take naps, near her jewerly box, she play with all the rings And when she step out the tub its like an ill flick Carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN Aiyyo, she gotta be gone Waitin on my sweet strawberry pecan rican LaShawn Holdin my taffy down when Im gone Three fourths of her body always covered with clothes Thats why Im eatin her candy and suckin her toes Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got body like whats goin on On some marvin gaye shit like lets get it onnnnn Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin for me She stash me out when the feds come lookin for me Im not cheatin on her or beatin on her I spend the weekend on her We on the block when the bills start creepin on her She right there when it gets sticky, she strict politic to the vickys And a fly aviator the color of sky God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes Mad respect with the fat thighs She busts guns for the revolution Would straight leave her if she prostituting Yo my girls the bomb, Intelligent mind, Sky blue louis vetton Leg muscles, deep dimples Body is soft she smell fresh like a new born Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on The sunshine for my quiet storm Keepin the food warm when Im gone It wont be long til Im back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn Hit me up baby girl, P.S. Cappadon Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn Had a 3oclock appointment with this girl name Jen You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue Pretty young thing, with a body like vida Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column Raw dick it down, love me, even if Im holdin condoms! Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride... Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn its the same situation Bout a girl I met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high, well understood Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood

Lunch break, special herbs, fries and a sammich Unleashed on the city, maximize damage Onlookers all famished, these guys is outlandish Negro, Spanish, leggo, dont brandish Sent the super a nudie, all grill and the booty all groovy Peach smoothie, Call of Duty She thought hed spoil her, doubt he even call her Become a baller, see the world get smaller Straight through the optic, hot shit A chocolate, catch a crotch kick for a botched hit Full capacity, no room for error, such audacity Villain, the truthbearer Likе when your pops catch you all in the mirror starin Scared to dеath, actin like you aint even hear him State of shock, play the block, on his way to cop Oye, put the raw in the beans, not the tater tots Outside, it could be young boys tradin shots You could make a lot, stay alert, its equator hot Suntan, mint oil, none ran, they been loyal Constituents whose light reflect like tin foil Yeah, this the break Very nice, very nice I remember Its startin to come back to me Yeah Lunch break, probly catch it all in one take Tiny circle, none fake Still feel the burn when the sun bake Lunch break, catch it all in one take Small circle, none fake, rake dumb cake for funs sake Nights burn when the sun bake Lunch break, they say be wary of the new guy Too high, dreamt he got knocked in Dubai Saw a spry, shy cyclops chick with one blue eye Too fly, but would you hit that? Ooh, my Draw conclusions, more to mislead in Suicidal extension cords and wrists bleedin His dark folks is lonely, cold, tis the season Lesson, leave bags to self for this reason Keep faith, electricity; these nouns Is why at times we end texts with three crowns And why we load up with jewels like these rounds Keep a couple of jokes for fools and these clowns You can catch him at the Barnum And Bailey, they be wicked on the daily, tryna pardon Or we could throw boulders at a glass house Watch her in the kitchen cookin nekkid with her ass out Til she pass out

He walk around town with a frown like Homey the Clown Shelltoe Lee crown, well blow me down Blow! Hell no, he sound funny Outta bounds tryinta cop a pound with brown money Keep the change, peep game, the Range Inches on the fringes of a deep steepa strange Went and met a dread at the swine roast Find him in the zone up ahead near the sign post Follow the beat, you wont stumble Shut your mouth, swallow your feet, or tryan rumble In discreet they lie and mumble Catch em in the street they as humble as Bryant Gumble cryin fumble Dont let him get the call Keep a stack a diss rhymes, one-size-fits-all Try ta avoid the pitfall Or else get hit in the eye with a old dry spitball You must be crazy out ya mind Even on the days he feel lazy he shout rhymes No chains, no bridge, just get outshined When he come blaze it people say its about time The old God with the old gold gold card When hes on the road its no-holds-barred No lard, in the record game on some bull guard So many nekked dames he might blow his whole wad Ya learn somethin new everyday Go ahead and burn, they aint nothin to do anyway cept sell tracks out the Cheverolet like lemonade And go gold in the hood so he can get ghetto paid Now thats usin the ol cranium Like the jewelry cat who sold him fake plat uranium Guaranteed to turn necks green like the Hulk Have it manufactured by machine in bulk They rock n roll like: Stop, Drop . . . And if they got soul, then welcome to the sock hop Hip-be-bop at ya block mom n pop shop Timing when it comes to rhymin is chop-chop Keep it lit till the last strokea the pen And ya dont quit like ya quit smokin again They said he keep his lyrics poked in a tin And his secret recipe, soak it in some gin Brings the heat like a radiator Stays on beat with the mask like a gladiator Sword is the mic cord And he came to turn it out like a dyke broad out the psych ward I recollect when he first took the sector He use the connect-the-dot styles as a mic checka Told him give the deposit, book the lecture The crooked look wrecka, HOOKS IS EXTRA!!!

MF DOOM - “Impostas” The Supervillian versus the gold-digger DOOM mild-mannered old nigga Supporter for the daily blues Reporter for the jewel, drop news, pop Israeli tools The world-renowned master of word game Who lay low sometime behind iceberg nerd frames They heard the name, but just couldn’t Quite place the rep if they retraced they steps Next EP, who to give thanks ta? Here lies the pranksta who tried to test a gangsta The last thing he saw was a potato From the lone NATO who hosts his own late show Keep a low lab on Monsta Island like Seinfeld White-wine clientele connected like Mind Meld I can tell they sees these styles as too tricky They’re too picky on this microphone doohickey MF, Monday through Friday, get money Saturday through Sunday, the brown Al Bundy Waiting for the shit you’re kicking as the plot thickens He wrote these rhymes in 3-D with red and blue BIC pen And to the chickens, only hoes who say, “Let me hold ‘em” Take him in their mouth while he’s semi-swollen—semicolon I told him words would do a nigga brutal For not using his noodle, F up and get bamboozled He was the one to open to her up, blow her brains Back, dope her up or rope her to the train tracks Or he would choke her ‘til she collapse, steal/steel To poker/poke her with the wood, and tell her, “Be good” He could take a phrase like “Peter Piper picked a pepper” And put it where he couldn’t peep a sniper, sicker repper Nigga poppa, stick a chick proper Double-platinum, Oprah, soap-opera watchers, gossipers On top of her can’t go Raw anymore rappers is Impostas. Been a show-stopper since a ho-hopper Never came second place in a neck-and-neck race To the naked face who wanna battle: bring a neck brace We supply the insult to injury Whoever in the industry getting money is too stingy Violate, you might as well smoke me, loc Relocate, migrate, or get caught with the okey-doke It’s guaranteed it’s your last step, so step to me With the Uzi, watch that first step—it’s a doozy Time flies as the hourglass trickles sand One last thing before I blao this popsicle stand: A rolling stone, and that’s that. At home On the microphone like, “That’s where he laid his hat at” Keep making dough Mad Flow, MF, Metal Face hoes Factual stacks at shows Worldwide, ‘cross the globe, let the beat rock

Wait! Ive come to help, listen to me You? Help me? Hahahahaha

Yo whats up, DOOM? This is Bumpy Knuckles Just calling to say that Im proud of the work you been doing dog You know this whole album and all that that youve been working on my dude Its like, its like a long time coming man for people to get a chance to Look into the mind of a villain, you know like somebody who really has A serious outlook on their craft, you know theres a lot of clowns out here With you know, painted faces and when they take the paint off Its just a clown with no paint on their face So please understand my dude Im watching you man and I see what you doing Its the OG man Bumpy Knuckles straight fly, aight? My motto for 2009 is fuck everybody , aight? So when you go on stage and you put your middle finger up to the crowd Ask them to put it back up And when they show respect to the villain they should say fuck everybody Cause thats what everybodys gonna say when they have to show respect for you Ahh fuck him, fuck him thats the dinkest shit in the world if they write this Well fuck you Cause everybody wanna be what you are You nahmean? They cant find Themselves Aight, stay focused my dude I appreciate your work Aight? Soon come: Bumpy Knuckles, MF DOOM— soon come Peace

Ahh, Welcome welcome. I see we have some heroes in training huh? All masks today are two-for-one, thats uhh, one size fits all.Well maybe not you but, you got a brother thats making your face strange over here thats looking like rrrrghh With all the masks on display there was no easy choice You got pets? Maybe your dog needs a mask. Who was that masked dog? You look like you can use two masks man... What if one falls off? Maybe you wanna leave one at that special ladies house? She thinks she knows you then boom! You got two masks on on, nobody knows who you are. . . not in these masks.Hehe Suddenly the mask might not have been the best idea This one really breathes Alright now I dont need no government names but you cant be paying me in any gold doubloons, or stolen infinity jewels, or anything. I need cash money Hey you kids messed with Murder she wrote? What about uhh Manimal? I got all 8 episodes

Why do I wear a mask? Very strange, very strange, very strange Why do I wear a mask? Paranormal weirdo, zero care hero Tinfoil hat to the back or side, De Niro Gettin type of negro, send her back to zero Simple figures, cause the spirits so cerebral Dancing like Knievel, scared money feeble Grow up here, remaining weird, dancing round with evil When the cast was spelled within thе atmosphere of your peoplе Potions and concoctions hot, a single sip is lethal Outpouring accolades, overseas masquerades High degree in dirty deeds, take place in foreign caves More action than boring rage of all thugs than all the AIDS Torture slaves, its more than graves Behead the king and caught the wave for exercise Naughty ways with Uhura on the Enterprise Who the fool to get the prize? The game was televised Improvised then testified lies All these thoughts in your mind Its so strange All these things that you try Its so strange Strange, her son is acting like he aint himself Hes makin neighbors brains melt and hangin em with chains and belts We found him in the woods, we thought we raised him well But he was a villain, maiming and killing by the age of twelve Levitating like he was demonstrating a sacred spell If I aint seen the spaceship crash, Id swear he came from hell Super strength but Kal-El never rang a bell I was feeling safe, well, until he said Say farewell Horrific, bleak, nihilistic freak Idealistic, be realistic, this kid is a creep Gifted and unique, yes, the mask is poppin Blanket as a cape, theres no escape, I hope for stoppin And as far as human lifes concerned, its strange, you might learn His eyes turn to fire, leave you with a bright burn All these thoughts in your mind Its so strange All these things that you try Its so strange Very strange Very strange Strange

Whos this fucking Czar-Czarface? Czarface? Doesnt make any sense Who is it? that- thats Inspectah Deck Czarface for those who dont know is Esoteric and-and Inspectah Deck, 7L Czarface, Czarface I mean- just- wow, wow Inspectah Deck is a monster You know hes the first, probably one of the first rappers to have comic book references Czar-Czarface Ce-zar face? Czarface, you know what Im saying Oh, Czarface Yeah Personally, I dont care which way they want it, only make up your mind Excellent, Czarface Maybe its Czarface, Czarface The one line, he goes, Sit your ass down like a Marvel end credit And another reason I love Esoteric And if you didnt know what the references were Oh, here we go Oh New MF DOOM and Czarface collab, hopefully, I said Czarface right Czarface affrontera-t-il MF DOOM de nouveau? Czarface Once again Were here with the gentlemen of Czarface Yeah, yeah Do you prefer for one of you to be like colloquially known as Czar and the other Face? Or is it really like an allision of the two together? Its Czarface Inspectah Deck, Esoteric, and uh 7L Czarface Czarface Its C-Z-A-R Or is it Czarface, not Scarface? I cant ever seem to say it right Czarface I personally fucking popped where he goes, um- Czar- Czarface I tell ya, the other day I was wearing my Czarface shirt, my buddy comes up to me, says, hey, whats Cesarface? Cesarface Cesarface! There is alot more Czarring going on, uh, Harlem is now Czarlem, its now a Czarrcade Oh yeah, it was Starrcade Producers are the Czar-Keys, instead of the Bar-Keys Oh yeah thats right!

I know ya, like it here The hard things, returning Looks like its gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straight away Hey you, got a light, nah a bud light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Lookie here, its just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist with the pocket wine list Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what Im pondering Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering Shes just a foundling barely worth fondling My posses on Broadway like Mama I Want To Sing! Mad plays the base like the race card Villain in the place 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 Ugh, what is jalapeños Get it like a whooping when you holla at your seniors Dolla you can overhear the hashish vena 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 sometime my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more . . . booze Put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all the pairs of busted Tims you dont use He only keep em to decorate If you wanna peep em select a date And bring a deep check like checkmate I kid you not on the dotted line sign Ever since a minor kids consider him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind; she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might wanna 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; the flow is drowned in lowry seasoning With micro power he sound in right reasoning Its easy as pi: 3.14 One more one false move and they done for

Is he ill? Do he really fit the bill? Spit to kill? Keep things real? Know the drill? The ledge edge still? Catch wreck at will? Todays forecast, a slight chance of flurries Slightly slim chance that they might dance to worries And wont know what to say, break to a cutaway DOOM like the rain known to come back another day Like this day like now-a-day be right there Like I, O, A, gimme half a light year Same time it take yall to drink a light beer Feel the wrath of his truth just like the cast from Nightmare Whoever got the cash, the mic, they both right here What more can I say? keep your sights clear Bare facts, triple naked to bare backs He only came to jack rare tracks for your earwax Oh snap! You hear that? Naw DOOM stay way up in the cut like Ma and Pa When he come out he dumb out, there he go The villain with the illest flow in all of Mexico All foes on some when he leave out let me know Just sos I can breath out before I let go Rappers is like Satchmo that you best know Invest in free dough like Matthew Lesko Followed by hailstorms, snow and earthquakes Give out more toothaches than first birthday cakes The more we reverse scripts the worse they fate To beat yall with dimes and dummy Anbesol shake Now you got a rhyme tummy ache by mistake Cant call it, cant call Jake, call cannonball face Dig tapes and stay in great shape Todays rap game is like one big date rape The name ring bell like ring ding dong He can never be wrong like Ling Ting Tong Once heard a hit song, sounded like an annoying gong Its so wack, I aint wanna hit the bong Now who get iller with the pen than I do? And in it just to get the benjamin like Netanyahu? Let the god bless you like Achoo! Get you like whats that on your chest, got you PNS beat good for you its shredded wheat As well as getting shredded by the metal headed lead feet Son em and dead em like a dad thats dead beat Beat him like a dead horse, nasty as red meat DOOM memorize rhymes and still forgot Call it how he see it and kill a shot, like Willard Scott In the place to be like no iller spot To spill a knot, its like a chilling thriller plot Starring the villain as the black Jesus If it aint the gnac or the Jack its Grey Goose Still could stay loose off grape juice regardless Nevertheless did his best on the retarded test Its trick questions, always kept a cheat sheet On the microphone, a rep up before Beat Street And beat meat that MF DOOM he stay true If you online check the site and FAQ

One one Two, two Two To get the dough, the Villainll flow off of Stella Doro And water go off the head for the slaughter you bet your daughter That liquor only gets you sick quicker Take it from a honorary member of Spitkicker I know its hot up in that suit with the curly fro Id rather write all night until the early show We dont suggest you let your girly go alone Come home all glowin with the the pearly glow It was the super AKA super sperm Hit her in the chin, told her rub it in like Lubriderm Finished, oh spaz go next Whos fault is it if her face taste like Vazoplex? It aint funny Ever since a youngun sonny, take the money His first business made each day a grand His only comp, shorty with the spiked lemonade stand Thats how he ran his hustle He came with a plan that took least amount of muscle Two for one, dime frogs for the lickin And all you can eat, Corn dogs for the pickin A seemingly modest fellow With a DJs ear and graffiti artist elbow Nose of a Mouse and the brain of two weasels Discovered a name and new strain of the measles He say you accidentally caught it And sold circles and dots to those who could afford it Once you squeezed his face through the gate, it got stuck Too much fake soy-based cheese product Did a scheme and was in it for the Aspercreme Slashed your team, lets see who can make Casper scream Down to the last marine See him as your cable man, sizin up your plasma screen Instead of doin a jux with pistols Or workin in the back, cookin sacks of crystals Or runnin on logs out in deep water kickin Corn dogs for the pickin What up to all you dedicated dads As stated, rap sucks Tucks medicated pads And these rappers need to gather their belongings Or get wrapped up in they extra long thong strings For singin the wrong things Aint no delayin, you playin with the Pong king A nerd with insight and a Urkel smirk Purposefully misplaced invite to your circle jerk A bunch of men in cyphers Fake you out tough guys and make pretend lifers Its still a few loose screws in his face Turn away as he pulled a phrase out his usual place Combination jewel case Almost popped open if it wasnt for the drool space Critics talkin slick chicken shit to sick men Corn dogs for the pickin Danger Doom Sometimes all the capitals They dont know if youre yellin at me or not Well not yet Mouse, whatever You a mouse or uh.. Or hell I dont know, just thought you were a mouse or somethin I mean you look like a damn mouse... THE mouse Im the freakin corn dog king!

When are they gonna turn on the lights, daddy? Right after dark, Amy, itll light up the whole lawn! Will it light up the whole world, daddy? Light up the whole world? Isnt she adorable? Light up the whole world? Light up the whole world? Light up the whole...? Ouch, what word rhyme with gout? Wild ass childish rappers that need the time out Wash they mouth out with Bronners for showin out for sponsors No doubt, scouts honor Cut off allowances and take away they toys You think thats harsh? Its even worser for the boys Whoop that ass in front of your friends Then drag em by the earlobe like, Dont do it again! Now get to them chores or else you cant hit the blunt for a month And youre grounded, no outside, no out front Grown folks is talkin, dont even mumble! Watch em run away from home and come back humble Its too much sugar, and start to hyper act Schemin on a snack, look like someone needs a nap Real MCs fuck that Whiny pisspot rappers and snotty nosed clubrats get slapped Off they monkey bars in this riddle ruckus little mufuckas When are they gonna turn on the lights daddy? As in on stage or lyrical might Contrary to bias towards age or physical height They need to go fly a kite light to get high off lifelike Instead of playin games, Excitebike Slow down buddy or things could get ugly Runnin behind Arnold like chicken chested Dudley Out here doin the darndest things, hysterical How they got through the kindergarten is a miracle Get back up in this house! a grandmama shout Wanderin through the hood in tight pajamas with they ass out Strollin by, rollin eyes like hater Face and fingers sticky and dirty from icky Now & Laters Give em a mean look, thats my word The belt is right here, be seen and not heard Pssht, respect your elders, tell your sisters and brothers The whole worlds watchin yalls little mufuckas Will it light up the whole world, daddy? Light up the whole world? Isnt she adorable? Light up the whole world? Light up the whole...?

Hrm, hrm, hrm, hrm, hrm, hrm, hrm, hrm, hrm! Brand new crisp beef and brocks, piss on em Season box tickets, teeth and socks, whiz kiss on em Silver green argyle, yank fitted edit Anything he spitted at, kilted-ed it, dead it Stomp gators, a little more complicated-er Competition slayer, no paid for no pleasure hater Later, we dont listen to no demos And dont know why folks keep missin these new memos Work wit me, wittingly jerk a whole city cripple Hit a key in C, perk a ole titty nipple G stacks, sheets one feet in a street still Three crack beats heat from here to Peekskill To eat with mills, and a heap of cheap thrills Ballin in a gutter like, 23in Jeep wheels All in together bruh, keep from out the rain If you cant speak the weather of the pain from the smotherer Lover, who needs a stronger umbrella Put it on the list so nothin wrong hell ever tell ya Any song he sells ya from his brain is the zaniest Villainous, the arcane-iest, miscellaneous Main vein bust, maintaining the grain dust As he gingerly touch the paintbrush, the mange crust Dange, whats the deal? And suggest the numbers Front us somethin real for a peak of summer thumperers Got it? Good then 720 credit spotted in the hood again, knocks to the bin Once the guitar part starts to leak quartz Hunter orange Carhartt complete with fatigue shorts Double thick cap to match with the pocket top Stay up in the aim to get maimed when the rocket drop Akh, its a shame, got the goggle frames, transition lenses Its not a game, carpool lane, whizzes in Benzs His intentions is tremendous, but will he sway? This invention as horrendous as a filthy lay It extends just past the fringes of the milky way Ninjarous, best to not offend us, have a ilky day

Villain hold a mic like hes mean and his tummy hurt In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt Wonderin would you clap your hands if he was friendly? Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin No tellin, slap a fan hand down, tell em no yellin DOOM, all capitals, no trick spellin Got what it take to get it through your thick melon Fresh witty city skits When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits Told them call the cops, just dont hold your breath for the ball to drop Better yet, hold on to your halter top Kept reppin, steppin in hotta Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta Survivor of a live crew, not out to jive you It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru Wylin, get me every red penny Sold a lonely only child an imaginary enemy When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo Hes the broke host, this is like his own quiz show This go out to all my brothers doin long bids and sisters Who got brothers bein fathers to the wrong kids Stay strong and ride like the funky flute Wont find the Villain in the street inside no monkey suit Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car Ask the stranger he knows who you really are Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star Gleaming, dreaming, screaming- hell be off the heezy soon Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon In participating places tip your waitresses A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt Wont be in the club in a muscle tank shirt You could find em in the pub with the grub stain Chuggin on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain Sane, some say he plum crazy Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy Thats for him to know and for you to guess Wont be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig

Villain! Thank ya...

Bad as in good, good as in hood Evil lurks in the shadow, I wish a nigga would Ayo, New York, New York, big city of dreams But some dreams get flushed out and turned to the fiends By all means its 24 hours of work Some niggas got that Sour D and some got dirt Some is out to bust they heat and some just squirt Some bitches can shake they asses, some cant twerk You got Times Square square times, they got lame rhymes This is Ghost shit, I fuck rats and dimes These signs are so vivid, the street lights are blaring You got filthy rich and greedy niggas you aint sharing Five boroughs, bitches of all flavors Crooked cops locking my peoples behind cages Wrecking agents, The Diamond District Body bags are all stacked up as another statistic Dirty water dogs or Mortons Steakhouse fillets Staten Island, New York, I love my Shaolin ways Evil thoughts can lead to some positive energy New York, New York, the baddest place of the century Bad as in good, good as in hood Evil lurks in the shadow, I wish a nigga would Positive thoughts can lead to some negative energy New York, New York, the baddest place of the century Salute! Most of the livest dudes is dead Some folks being polite, some rude instead The melting pot is overflowing with lead In the winter is brick, the summertime is like a sweltering hotbed Manhattan keeps on making, shaking fake tits and bacon bits Put it on a ritz for shaking glitz in the snake pit Bootleg bags off Canal is bogus cow skin You might just see the Riker’s Island bus go past every now and then Thousands of skeletons found under ground zero Hundreds of years old remains of the brown negro Built on the backs of immigrants in search of a better life But all they get is credit as stress and debt as strife Or read your rights, dead wrong or dead right Every night, zombie staring, deer stuck in the headlights Up in Harlem, got that work Come and get De Nada Pinata and get jerked Bad as in good, good as in hood Evil lurks in the shadow, I wish a nigga would

Make no mistake son, its Jake One He makes beats well like I likes my steaks done With sauteed onions and hella worcestershire A gush of beer, to wash it down, douche your ear And clean the crud out your third eye For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly At the first fanbase of all hater Hold that for now, its more waste for yall later The bigger the gall, they fall greater than gay skirt The nigga they call for tall paper, hit pay dirt Say work, he do you one better, show and prove it True MCs flow, so lose it or move it With the two bit spit, they sunk him for two cent Whoever writ they shit, tell em quit it, they too bent Cut the losses, it aint balanced what the cost is, in horses Ahk, Siddiq will let em know whos the boss is And it aint no dental Only the innate way the groove seem to paint your mental Usin the insane flow stencil He said in plain English, aint payin yo rent bill But still, the gent was ill With the intent to kill, the scent was krill To the full extent of skill, vent the grill Vil a make em feel like the deal spent a mill Meant it for real folks, betcha dyin dollar Dented the steel choke when he met the iron collar Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf Metal Face, Rhymesayers mention em both Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year DOOM get the cash like cow, cheddar son Have it in a smash like bow, get er done

People came from miles around to hear Vik rock it He learned a few new styles since a two year old pick pocket Kra-dow! Sad how sickenin Now get retarded like mad cow kickin in Yik! Chris wasnt trickin And whats in the stew if the flu was in the chicken? We all got our vices Some got the gall, ta call the shots off the dices And thats Vik, brings slaughter to your section Have yall emcees get a order of protection His name rings bell said Jake He sings well, even with his king hell headache Hit em with a anvil, a trigger, a scandal If not just to get free press off the Nigga Channel He only plays for high prices And rates his hourly rate based on how nice he is Theres a lot of Ill murder you raps With lame ass guys out of nowhere Corny asses, I never heard of you cats Guys like you mess up a lot of tracks Ask your neighborhood about me Why you rappin act tough and grizzly Urinate on your jacket and leave you pissy Star jockers, get your autograph book messy Defecate on your best line Spit three verses in the cup and get busy A wack ass comin this way Must be cross eyed and dizzy You dont listen enough, see me pissin enough Leave ya yellow spots around your bed area Defecate around your head area Precise when I meet that ass And greet that ass, La Brea and what Defecate on your apartment on Poinsettia

Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah! Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man Yo, peace, god, D-Black Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob Ay-yo, aint that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact? Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, aint them the brothers Brand Nubians? Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, whats up with that? The Five Percent and the Ansaar together? That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god Check it out! Born again, my soul then, blends K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends X tends to grip palm in cousin calm In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin As alarmin as a beep from your beeper What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper You dont wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? Good guessin - switch the pitch up Another session from the infamous God Squad See, wes all peas in the same pod, god On and upright, getting downright knit With rod held up tight, cause Im sick wit Nitwit Witnesses knockin at my door Preaching the Lord to change your life around I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown Give him a pound, its no puzzle, relax The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof thats Max! God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline Quick to help another, cause I know Imma get mine Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin they own kind Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind Now you caught a case youre in the mountains, youre a lifer With no skins from your girl, thats a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher Or you can use the next plan Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin hand I know you know who got you livin like this, Black man So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties... Lets get right down to the real nitty gritty now! Put some clothes on that behind And maybe brothers wouldnt think skins all the time You wanna look lustful, but dont want them to lust Which is crazier than a bag of dust So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are Frontin out there, God Now aint that the pits - another brothers blown to bits But when the news hits, everybody catch fits He gets mad, but still at home we sits Piggin out on the big pig, spoon to the grits Talkin 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live But some funk while I strive See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin in harmony The devils try bombin me, the devils try Tommin me up But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self I been had it, but its a bad habit to health See I build with the Nubians I chill with I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat The devil man in this land, he wont allow that So brother man, I dont wanna bust you But if you dont know the devil, then how can I trust you? Knowm sayin? Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they dont know the time on the dial Its like this... Lifes hardships Stones are placed and one must face trips Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps These are some of his traps But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap So just receive, believe when shown the light The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross Do for self, kill that Yes, sir, boss! and When you do, from the other you wont beg Cant you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg Arm supreme Head And instead Of relyin, why dont you start tryin? You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt Cause when you stop tryin that Makes victory exempt from your cipher The life you lead is not hype The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe Or an alley cat - you should be steppin to the rally fat Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know So, get up and go Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker! Knowm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self And do for self! Thats the foul way, you knowm sayin? Black we gotta move on... Ayo Subroc! What up! Drop the knowledge Get you dumb freak Hit em hit em! ??? Skulls, G! I see some so dense Man, from head to toe theyre full of lead I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead So I talked, chilled, before I flipped! Cause in actuality, my mans mentality was stripped I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black State of mind aint like mine I got soul that you lack Each one teach in every town, we like that The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we dont play that Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6 All gods, and children of the Most High Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and dont deny I got a third eyesight vibe that dont lie I AM that I AM good night, divine evils the bullseye Bam! Right between the eyes! So yall know whos the target right? Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this: Its a modern type of style, look at what I did A devil still cant build a pyramid I dug a - tunnel to Asia Wrote a speech with a laser Rush your brain with a new genetic strain A god in gods clothing, and the devils loathing Got enemies, but I really dont give a damn Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevors knotty dread [? He got a dude thats Fred, used to be a foot Fed The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention That Im the word buff, yes, enough is enough Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst The Black man is first I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels Bust it! ] Yeah! You know what Im sayin? Its time to build, its time to build... We gotta raise up the dead... Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let em see the light You know what Im saying? True indeed... Cause each one must teach one, thats how we reach one God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...

Yea, thats right Its not a Hardy Boy mystery neither This is real shit This shit come on right after Hart to Hart yall No doubt, 7 oclock Fantasy Island This episode is Death to a Brooklyn Man This is Tonys Angels Ayo, it was 3 white bitches who worked for Tony Starks Undercover agents far beyond narcs Amazed by their beauty marks Wonderwoman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made by Clarks My dick got hard on how they spoke and shit Every language was music to the kid as if If I was modern day King Midas Doreen, Sky, and Kelly Starks Angels, Shaolins Finest Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn Plus I played the whip real low Cuz my face was woofin My Angels jetted outta Albee Square Gun out, wrapped in they hair Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air Chase a nigga down, block for blocks Squeezin Glocks These Mamis real anxious to blow off his top Hes a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar The more they ran, the more they skirts got dirtier Sendin shots like Check Day FedEx Express way Boom!, Bow!, Bing! You heard the gun play Who shot the duck out the window? Mr. Lee said Three pay now, you fuckin weed head We can stop the fire, the suspect, hes dead Then I pulled up - Come on girls to Club Med Stay tuned - The Villain Threes Company Dont Sleep Part 1 2 Brown sisters assisted the Villain DOOM He woked up, stoked like they was still in the room Freed his right arm and leg It was more like a sweep Loosened his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet Staggerin except for the socks and mask naked Grabbed up the boxers, fussin, pissed and Checkin for the keys, stacked A robbery expected, yet nothing obvious is missing Recollectin now why Hollywood hotties Stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti, personal nurses Chanel purses, she ok? shottie Chased Patrice with Thai iced teas She drive wild nice to Veggie Fried Rice Spicy Told the Hoes I dont feel so well, my belly Rolled down Melrose, Drive me to the Telly Yall gohead and get the Ls, and get back, I be k Feelin woozy, no oozy, whos seen the lobby? Ray Peace! peace to man, change 100, stop and look Naw! Whoops! Left a knot in her pocketbook Elevator slow, is Im that careless? Entered the room and fell flat on the terrace Woke up, dag, who bound and gagged em? Got em for 2 out of 3 packed bags Magnum Each gram of Villain sperm streets worth a G The part of Mr. Furley was played by Charlie Murphy & Fuck Charlie, thats right yall We go get back out there on the scene Kelly you go get me some pussy You know what you gon do You too Dorien You lil fat ass cant get away neither and shit Uh huh, thats right yea Im call The Theodore niggas Swat Team alert and shit Uh huh, yea thats right Sky you cant hide baby, you got the best head nigga Word up, This real Angels shit, yall my bitches Toney Bosley in this bitch nigga, word up Give me back my boots, motherfuckers

Party people, DOOM. Here to let you know that I have no prior knowledge to any invasion or any invasion being planned or executed. And I have no ties to Madlib or any organizations affiliated. Thank you Stepping into tomorrow Got funk beat on the ground Stepping into tomorrow My destiny is back

There it is, there it is, boy Oh, yeah There it is, there it is, buddy Aaah, yeah Yeah, yeah, they seem to know the time but, um, lets see... Its my thing, yo, its my thing, the way I swing Not even an orangutan can hang on my DING-DING Saved by the bell rang I talk, yell, whisper, mumble street slang With no doubt, you tumble if I flip Dont make me shout with my vulgar lip A hip-hugger, Ill mug ya, if fun to know Slow and steady wins a race, I keeps a steady pace In a chase, Im bookin, cookin feet dont fail me 5-0s cant see me, catch me to jail me Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why does my trigger finger itches? Corrupt! I follow my nose, it always knows it Open the draw bridge, close it, close it! A doo doo lyric, I snuck in cause I chose it Long ding-a-ling dong there, big booties grows it Up up and awaaaay, we go across the border To Mexico, suck my toe Doo doo browns my color No watered down, no cut A jewel to a fool is like pearls to big butt Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and dont touch the line Escalate, never decline Im gonna get mine, dont try to take mine No, my kneecaps aint blacker than my black behind The bush, I touch tush So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball glare Is a wiseguy, yeah, a smart alec Like it or kiss me where the sun dont shine like metallic KA-BLAOW! It sounded like a rock It sounded like a rock One double 9 tre, dumbells I lift it Just for the taste of it, coke I wont sniff it Ya party pooper, you never stop my frontings Like Jesse Owens, I’ll dust ya, I run things Popcorn mama you can sniff my sock Is a hard headed nigga, my head is So, so, leave me, B-boy, Ill be boppin When I chug-a-lug alone it aint no stoppin hoppin Skin to skin, now I must stall Jimmy hats aint even made like rubbermaid, at all If I be over stressed over tryin under arms Cookin like onions, youll be cryin Boo-hoo-hoo but I gets the hoorays From sunrise to sunset for days All in the Kool-Aid, dont know the flavor Taste buds shot, waistlines duds I left the slammer on bad-ass behavior Call me Sub, I roll underground like C.H.U.D.s Cease with the wack, Im never ever booty over that I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body The hottie, I might use Karate Snap back 15 minutes Ill be off duty KA-BLAMM It sounded like a rock Its a break, Zev love X and Subroc for ninety tre Crew massive deep Constipated monkeys deficatin that old hard shit And ya dont quit It sounded like a what? It sounded like a boulder It sounded like a Land, yo, slide up over I need my room, to huff and puff These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff Step up, wrong move you catch a back smack Or a blackout, so be out, black! Lets play catch, a bad one ya caught it Ill take your thumping heart and smote it Then I grab my wood grab my rope Over there ya got that same ole shit, here ya dont Oh, no, you dont, gimme that, back Now you sing the blues while your eyes black Dont need to flaunt, no need to front I see right through, you very blunt Attitude nonchalant, I do what I want If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt KA -BLAWW It sounded like a rock ...Constipated monkeys doo-doo! Droppin shit like that...

One, one, two, two, two Keep your mind on your mask, kid, holler for my classics Its drastic, Villain, the hydrochloric acid Splashed it, pulled the nine, reached then he blasted Pow! Ten stripes on a basket New York-style wild, cheddar grab easy Its only entertainment though when thought out completely Sad demeanor could get him the drop and bag cleaner Master schemer, expert in that arena Puffin Pasadena, you read the grass was greener Black Beamer, i8, she gyrate Rubbing shoulders of pigs who dont fly straight clears throat Just ate, causing indigestion Will soon regurgitate, into profits, no question Nosy agent sniffing around, pay attention You can take that to the bank, thanks, dont mention Pleasures all mine, I aint mad at yall Clear advantage like playing paddle ball on Adderall Be brief, that is all Aight, one more rhyme Self-snitching rappers whose lines is pure pork rinds Its yours, its his, mine Your homework space cubical, smirk face crucible Superluminal, goose wool, loose pull Need to re-roll that, he sold stat old hat And Dungarees, new shoes for baby Food, clothing, and shelter, no if ands or maybes Maintain the gravy train, laid claims of slavery Bad investment banking, the best went blanking Shitting, stanking Witnessing the slang king, hypnotist ranking And dont quit Keep your mind on your mask, kid Holler for my classics, its drastic DOOM, hydrochloric acid, splashed it Pull the Nine, reached then blasted, Pow!

Theres still DOOM, what of him? What of DOOM, my dear lady? As I stood outside your door, I heard quite a bit of your story. If you wish, Ill add mine. To clear up the mystery of DOOMs transition

You cant join em? Beat em Villain teach you where to score some old concrete crumbs Word is Gold Bond feets powder, corned thumbs ‘specially in the summer bless the drummer, warned ‘em Tight your cleats, or else its right to the white meat Some I bite to eat, others write the light bright heat Despite threat regardless of the aspect, the shack, the burning holes through his black neck, fact check No flicks, and he scam, thought alot with the quicks Like the mini camcorder box, it’s a brick lick, Classic As we stalk the great outdoors Only use the magic nowadays to talk them out they drawers, but um Before he go there let me take it where it started from Smart kid sold some snake spit to a tarded bum Not without carding em’, Mr. Guardin-em Find me in the mid-90s Midnight Mauraden-em Hard, they wanted no part of him More rhymes and ways to get paid, and there’s a lot of them Great minds see alike take a sneak peek Peek one foot out and still leave deep No frontin if you ain’t go huntin or southern, you definitely ain’t gon ‘run em In the streets is where you witness the worship happen in public Where babies grow and turn into killers and and how they become it They evolve as a result of not having food in the cupboard Knowing that the shit they be doing is foul and grow to love it Where the shit is never staged, every presentation is live Somell bang and turn crip and probably start whipping a five But every now and then you find the mind of a child that has triumphed Unique characteristics and deals with a higher science Aspiring to take over the world and really does it All one-hundred ninety-six million nine-hundred forty thousand square miles of it Damn its strange how shit change But when you look again, ironically some shit is still the same But in these streets youll probably find a nigga regularly dreaming Paying attention to everything, regularly scheming Trying to calculate the next hustle without attracting heat There be so many different things that be going down Where bodies get clapped floating in oceans Its where the suffering can callous your emotion But parents pray for their children, constantly hoping that their babies don’t end up killed or smoking Its where you learn to make things out of nothing Where people smoke crack instead of taking a Buffrin Despite the Santa, the ratchet bussin is common With what we lived, to most other people its foreign The Streets To be from the streets it’s a blessing, it’s a blessing It teach the most unforgettable lessons, yeah lessons So a nigga from the streets, don’t test him, don’t test him Where most niggas probably get killed Even babies busy fighting over breast milk The streetsll help you get your soul right Hope them wolves don’t get ya standing in the street light And if them wolves catch you night night When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye’s And don’t forget my hot sauce Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost It’s like a jungle 24/7 365.44 I score gorilla war tour, yeah sure sure When push comes to shove This world done beef But it’s still done love On more than likely a level of hate that you can’t imagine Where desperate acts occur cause of hunger beyond famine Where instead of friends your ratchet becomes your closest companion And when its beef your leave bodies with holes the size on canyons On her strength she wasn’t lent 3 cent Got her own connect for free rent off the cement Now what if that was your moms? Short arm, quart of water to bottles of Don Bought the farm Yo the streets consist abundantly of happiness and sorrow It’s also where you lurk to secure your food for tomorrow Where we take the shit ‘cause we ain’t paying it back if we borrow Become the one that shine so the rest of the hood can follow The Streets To be from the streets it’s a blessing, it’s a blessing It teach the most unforgettable lessons, yeah lessons So a nigga from the street, don’t test him, don’t test him Where most niggas probably get killed Even babies busy fighting over breast milk The streetsll help you get your soul right Hope them wolves dont get ya standing in the street light And if them wolves catch you night night When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye’s And don’t forget my hot sauce Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost

Who you think I am? Check, check, yeah Look fam, you could be the man Got young chicks moving mad grams on Peter Pan Im not blind, I can see the scam You talk tough, but yall a bunch of girls like the Cheetah band Im a leader and, you a follower Your goal hollow and your ho was a swallower She put it down like a report But her box smell like South Street Seaport What a odor black, in fact When I got her in the sack jack boy I couldnt hold her back Cause her bottom is, thick like a hippopotamus Tramp stamp on her lower back See I know the facts, the hoe filled me in Her best friend is a twin named Lillian Im going really in, Im really going in Foul, I bust on that towel that you throwing in Who you think I am? Who you think I am? I tried to holler outside when she was getting out her ride Guess she must got that parking lot Alzheimers Cause now find us, cozy at the bar Guess at that point she aint know she had a star I cant explain what mightve got into her Cause now your conversation got friendlier Seen me and ran with your devious plan And thinking you gon drink all them premium brands Its different when you aint got to hear no price Cause you was just Nurse Jackie with that Smirnoff Ice Yeah I caught that, you and that short cat Even saw the brush-off after he bought that What the fuck, he aint make your drink quota? And as for tricking, them days been over Jedi mind tricks wont work if you bring Yoda Envisioning champagne? Well shit think soda Who you think I am? Who you think I am? Big up Ace, Im glad I had a chance to flow with him Just last summer me and my mans did a show with him In Montreux, hit the stage, Im like Go get em Even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm Marco Polo was on the wheels and on point They did Jeep Ass Niguh, Im like Thats the joint Some old school heads remember who was who Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew Before the Masta left the stage from doing the do Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru First time I met the brother felt like I knew him forever Too clever, album dedicated to his mother I thought of mine at the same time, we growing up I know they proud of they baby boys, we blowing up Only got one, wont ever forget her Make sure you let her know you love her when you with her, kiss her Who you think I am? Who you think I am? Who you think I am? Who you think I am?

Check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out Once again... Ready to test Youve got power, go easy at first Control on, hows that So far, so good Turn on the suction pumps Pumps on, stand by Its working, its blowing in nodules If they like me they should go out and buy my records, if they dont like me they shouldnt buy my records Scuse me, I gotta tie my shoe now Are you rolling? Dont roll, dont roll, I gotta tie my shoe Are we almost through? Why, dont you like to make records? Uh... As soon as you get your shoe tied, well roll it You rolling?! Haha Bastards Are you rolling?! ARE YOU ROLLING!? Are you rolling? Now ladies and gentlemen, to bring to the floor A record that was so dirty, so rough This is the type of record that you would take a Take two The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool The way it repeats can trick ya 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 helped 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 dumbin 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 whippin with the pen and pad paddle Ghouls, got em modeling gear He came with more rhymes than molecules in air Make that money Yeah! The track was like a thorn in his back As for the rhymes, Ill give yall fair warnin, its crack Whoever start smokin, 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 knockin 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 Burnin like a bag of schwag cess in the air Cause when ya cant get them food stamps and ya belly hungry Ya aint happy I aint never seen a hungry-happy motherfucker! We gon get to meetin on the way But before we get to meetin on the way I got a special announcement to make

Get me another beer man Yo I cant even believe it, you seen that donkey donk? Some shit man Ey yo, you ever had that, uh, Jolly Rancher? .. you ever had that watermelon one? Yeah, that got pork in it It got pork in it? Yeah Yo I didnt even know I thought it was only the.. Yellow number 7 Wow I thought that was only Hawaiian Punch I might head to courts though man, some dudes out there be playin ball so I might head to the courts Dont scuff up ya Chucks, brother Ey, yo, I hang on the corner with the strangest gang And we dont want no trouble we just came to hang Maybe sip a little something and shoot the breeze Some of us high on life, others use the trees No bloods no Crips, no guns no clips Just a bunch of fellas running off at the lips Cause hanging with your friends be the thing to do Let me see if I can explain my gang to you Now first we got E–one of them crazy brothers Got ten kids by ten different baby mothers And another on the way, did you get that cousin? Hope he get that snip snip fore he get that dozen Then we got Lionel who drives a cab And every female customer he tries to bag He dun had a couple sessions on them vinyl seats You wont believe some of the freaks that Lionel meets Then we got E L who drives a TL, Acura Hes really a DT on the DL Sometime its cool being cool with pol-i I even got a PBA card my dude, no lie Then we got Kurt he do postal work And it seem like he think he aint supposed to work Cause the line be out the door down the block so long While he take another smoke break and talk on the phone My gang Its me and my gang, me and my gang Standing on the corner and we came to do our thang Its me and my gang, me and my gang And we dont want no trouble we just came here to hang Its me and my gang, me and my gang Standing on the corner and we came to do our thang Its me and my gang, me and my gang And I dont want no trouble I just came here to hang, with my gang Thats big Ox and listen, this the deal You can tell from his appearance he aint missed a meal See he once had a tryout as a New York Jet But he spent his little cheque and bought a new Corvette And then theres Brad, hes a college grad Book smarts are great, street knowledge bad He had a 4 point oh in a four year span But he stayed getting scammed by the bootleg man And thats Bud, perfect name indeed Cause he really loves beer, its the same with weed And he likes that nutrition that packs a punch For breakfast, two blunts, a six pack for lunch Opposite of him is Malik Jamal Who dont eat smoke drink or eat meat at all He be preaching every night about eating right While he sip a cup of coffee puff a newport light My gang Its me and my gang, me and my gang Standing on the corner and we came to do our thang Its me and my gang, me and my gang And we dont want no trouble we just came here to hang Its me and my gang, me and my gang Standing on the corner and we came to do our thang Its me and my gang, me and my gang And I dont want no trouble I just came here to hang, with my gang

Step aside, boy, Imma check in that cash register. In lakech, planetary kin Red overtone dragon make your barathary spin In the flesh with a band of merry men Innocent civilians hari kari over yen Is it the end or for pretend? I can neither condemn, nor defend Cats thats more pussy than a sanitary napkin bin Villain ran a scam on his imaginary rappin friend Again; shame on us We in the same game, put the blame on Gus Study till your brain vomit Just dont be out getting money when it rain comets Armpits of funk, a bomb in the hunk-a-junk trunk Metal palm on your mas ba-dunk-a-dunk In a park in a rave under three days of darkness Tell a hater, Behave and spark this With the fresh banana berry blend Countin mad tens than when January begin The other hand clutched to a pen 24/7—much to his chagrin Used to drink gin, now, he only drink oxygen water Mixed with shark fins that cleanse the toxins, sorta And if they ever come get me We were sippin rum on a number one jitney I can neither confirm nor deny On account of the sherm—all high Villain make em squirm till her perm all dry Sperm to her eye, to a worm to a fly Its germs and mad babies to kiss Wont stop rockin, cept to maybe take a piss Or soak his feet in a mineral oil vat Holdin a Rodin coil in his tin foil hat Step aside, give him some room, player Till the end of days hell be the ill doomsayer Step aside, boy, Imma check in that cash register. Uh! Grunting

In lakech planetary kin Red overtone dragon make your barathary spin In the flesh with a band of merry men Innocent civilians hari kari over yen Is it the end or for pretend? I can neither condemn, nor defend Cats, thats more pussy than a sanitary napkin bin Villain ran a scam on his imaginary rapping friend Again, shame on us We in the same game, put the blame on Gus Study til your brain vomit Just dont be out getting money when it rain comets Armpits of funk, a bomb in the hunk a junk trunk Metal palm on your mas badunkadunk In a park in a rave under three days of darkness Tell a hater behave and spark this With the fresh banana berry blend Counting mad tens til when January begin The other hand clutched to a pen, 24/7 much to his chagrin Used to drink gin, now he only drink oxygen water Mixed with shark fins that cleanse the toxins sorta And if they ever come get me We were sippin rum on a number one jitney I can neither confirm nor deny On account of the sherm all high Villain make em squirm til her perm all dry Sperm to her eye, to a worm to a fly Its germs, and mad babies to kiss Wont stop rockin except to maybe take a piss Or soak his feet in a mineral oil vat Holding a Rodin coil in his tin foil hat Step aside, give him some room playa Til the end of days hell be the ill doomsayer

Some quote scriptures, but parrots quote. Grimm scriptures Are made from scratch, my mind floats, and I got War scars, war scrapes from war skits, rhymes Souped-up like lentil to show my mental is not accidental My world revolves ‘cause it’s autocratic My guns revolve, but some are automatic Vision beyond the optical needed when living prodigal Sleep with third eye open or get clipped like a cuticle Conditional choices stable or critical “Who lives? Who dies? Who strives?” is so political Young street champs stripped of belts in pistol title shots Heavyweight division, K.O.’s, no split decisions Giuliani referees this hellhole, but he don’t give a Fuck, so there’s cuts, headbutts, and elbows Drug sweeps, bullets fly, bloods splot blotches Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured, held hostage Actions brutal beyond belief but authentic Rhymes genuine, thoughts are anti-synthetic Attempt to get Jurassic, plant shit back prehistoric Roach niggas are morbid from my acid thoughts of boric Kidnapped, snatched, ran off, no self-extortion Shit’s Creek, they seek demands of financial portions Six Million Dollars, nigga, like you’re Steve Austin ‘Cause if they really love you, that’s how much love is costing Or death will be puzzled. Jigsaw fate, chopped Up, distributed body parts in different states Take you to spots that nobody knows Curiosity grows as you decompose Lord Have mercy, Percy. Bagged up in Jersey, but don’t curse me Six million ways to die, but none of them could hurt me. Aw Fuck! I’m stuck in the desert, and I’m thirsty. Call- -ing Black Jesus, “Help! Red Devils disturbing me!” but I’ma Rise. Look into my eyes. It’s hard to survive when your mother and father Dies. You try suicide, but all you do is cry, wrist Bleeding, who do I believe in? Looking through Satan’s eyes, I start hating God for no reason Why do I feel this way? Every day, living in Darkness, I never ever see the bright of day. I hide Away from the sun and come out at night, squeeze Squeeze the steel tight ‘cause if it ain’t real, it ain’t right Now I’m up to no good, big shorty from the hood Almost died twice, but I don’t think that I could. Last Five years, did five bids. I hope I don’t have to do a 25- -to-life bid. I gotta live, gotta feel the braille Locked in jail, cut a nigga throat to get a cell Black DOOM, Black DOOM, getting it done in a room, selling Crack boom, crack boom from the sun to the moon Big up. The jig is up. Swig up Chop a nigga up, but first have him schedule a pick up If you ask me, they’re all a bunch of sick pups Always seem to repeat the same stuff like hiccups Nowadays, the game is all bugged out Phony like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out Stop it. He pulled files like Coppit Out from under the feet of the clowns that pop shit Nasty like spit the verse and go gargle Don’t fit no type of profile psychological Any last words? Time’s up like Boggle The Supervillain run ‘em like Hamburglar, “Robble robble!” Another one asked him, “Could I hold the microphone?” He said, “Sorry, my brother. You gots to get your own!” Set the tone even though he’s already known When he get the rock, he rock on like Shep Pettibone On the downstroke, “Good day, townsfolk! Thank you for your vote, and you all get a pound of smoke!” The dro soon to blow. Don’t make ‘em wait ‘til noon to know The Villain’s been doing flows since many, many moon ago

Bert, is that you? Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it! A perfect place to practice the exciting art Of - humming! Bert? clears throat Chorus: humming in background Hum along, if you cant sing along, hum along Hum along, if you cant sing along you hum along Hum along, if you cant sing along, hum along Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X humming in background Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing Coming and drumming theres hummingbirds with wings And feathers of the same, so we flock much Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this Mic, to touch like an entire stadium With my boys to aid me so well play, if you pay me some Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn Frugal wont endure, as the talents was born Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt His name aint my name, cause X aint permittin shit Is no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip Z.L. be rippin, out well rip No no no, shake your hip, or your rump Forget about what Im sayin, pump your fist to the drum and Chorus: humming in background Hum along, if you cant sing along, hum along Hum along, if you cant sing along, hum along Hum along, if you cant sing along, hum along Hum with the Birthstone Kid humming in background You could have sworn I was a WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker Cuter than Booker, a real good looker Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and To this funky sound and youll check it out, Subrocs the sound man Im just the R&Bs beats kickers kickin lingo Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer Id be Pele Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard So trust in me because you, trust in God The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand Im not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to Chorus: humming in background Hum along, if you cant sing along, hum along Hum along, if you cant sing along, hum along Ya hum along, if you cant sing along ya hum along Hum with the one Subroc humming in background Hurry hurry hurry step right up and Ill sing it So bring it back and forth, just to swing it I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth So I choose to rock slow to amuse To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong To the car new age, to rip raw Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess I toss or throw it up and when it drop Im forced to blow it up Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause aint havin it All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH I wrote boastin note, you cant stop the humrush Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca This is for the Gods, the Gods, you dont stop, heh!

DOOM get rude with the dude off CHiPs The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich Danger make a groove off a glitch Major boo booty twitch and a crew rich bitch Always wanted to say that Ever since the days of hallways taunting a stray cat The one he often frequently slapped around All the while waited and graduated cap and gown Hated the rap sound, debated the crap Until he felt he had it mapped down Enough to have the game trapped and bound Scratched in the crown was the names of lames who yapped a noun Or verb for that matter Had no data for a herb who chat chatter Oh, Erik Estrada Fat rat, the mask made em batty as a mad hatter Known for his absurd word choices And will ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices Look, the energy is crazy Far as he was concerned the enemy was lazy Ahem, your attention please Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese Before he flees to Belize In case he forgot to mention, squeeze these Just keep it on a need to know basis They knew he was a negro so no need to show faces Back in the days of no laces On a slow pace they used to say he might could go places Ehh, whatever their case is The card he played was ace of spades, but no races A spastic, some called loony When he spit a tune sarcastic as Paul Mooney

He was a nigga yesterday, hes a nigga today, and he gonna be a nigga TOMORROW! What a niggy know Yo a niggy know the game What a niggy name, black? X like the flick slick What a niggy clique be? The Kause, CM crew What a niggy do? Let the monkey out the Zulus On my back now repeat Im the X A biggy not a bigot pass the 40 man Ill take it ta swig Save shit for after the gig ya dig? Buds like figs pick out sticks and twigs Like Sub picks out wigs, I jigs like a shank Zev Love X I be sex like swank So crank up the cuts and get some ups on the Ziggy-ziggy I gots ta gots ta rock the mic and grab my niggy-niggy One two, sound off chumsy Finna flip the script like roundoff summy Yummy to the tooth, bitter to the tummy Help keeps that monkey shit constipated for me jimmy jimmy rummy Now where my money at fat? Livin like that Ziggy from the funnies cat, yeah We both be in the papers Me from pullin capers with the gatt its like that What a niggy know? Your hoe, she know why What a niggy go by? Dead roach, no joke What a niggy smoke kid? Nothin but the raw spots What a niggy got? Bis-a-busy is a what I get props yo I gets more Stick em up a niggy boxed cause I gets raw Lots of many many plenty of leeway Subroc AKA Dingilizwe Cock-a-doodle-do with the head up yall Like a quadruple fat goose I, swell up child See ya diaper that leaves a soggy Ill bungee jump kick ya butt like Miyagi No curls, no braids but steel wool With my ill style mad Gs I pull I lay lower than a limbo stick Follow me quick, or leave alone a jimbo stick Can ya dig it? I roll rugged Clock me dumb and my nigga will fly that nugget To the drum yall Stung I caught yall I shadowbox that ass and teleport yall A yesh yesh yalls Like this yall, like that yall, to the beat yall! Like that yall, to the beat yall, yes yes yall Like that yall, yes yes yall, like this yall Like that yall, like this yall, like that yall To the beat yall, like that yall, to the beat yall Check it! Im the one hun if ya checkin for the rhyme Some for any party turn my hat back then mic check two Ninety three for the time, cmon everybody lets rock that That, that, UUNGH, niggas shoulda known it If I chase the cat Imma bone it doggone it And good riddance I keep my funky mittens off them kittens and I dont quit But if I catch the AIDS Ill be quittin the bullshittin Written by the pen of the X, ak The chicken crossed the street cause he seen me with a mask Knockin over trash cans and mail boxes on my block Sounded like a rock rock yall Like that yall, to the beat yall, yes yes yall Like that yall, like that yall, to the beat yall Yes yes yall, like this yall, yes yes yall Like that yall, like that yall, to the beat yall Like that yall, like this yall, like that yall To the beat yall, like that yall, like this yall Like that yall, like this yall, like that yall Like this yall, like that yall, to the beat! ...Ya black bastard!

I did it, yeah I did it, yeah Thats right I did it, yeah I did it, yeah Yeah I did it for the love, I did it for respect I did it for cash money, I did it for a check I did it as a favor, I did it for the flavor Always went all out and never did I waiver Look at my behavior, this is how you do it I did it with the mic and my voice going through it I did it with energy and always did it thorough I did it for NY, I did it for my borough I did it for the Ville, I did it for the thrill And when I did do it you knew that it was real I did it for Mike Tys, I did it for Spike Lee A lot of cats did it, but not quite like me This for the PJs, and I dont mean pajamas I did it for the cred and not for the drama This is for my mama, I did it all for you This for my gandmoms, I did it for you too I did it for Harlem World, I did it for Union Square I did it for Latin Quarter, tell me if you were there I did it while other cats claimed they was doing it Truth of the matter is, they were trying to ruin it Rapping for chicken wings, popped by the corn rice Hennessy on ice, I did it for Sean Price I did it for Punchline, Wordsworth and Stricklin Time to make a toast, pass the liquor man I did it I did it, yeah I did it , yeah I did it , yeah I did it , yeah I do it cause I could, I do it cause Im good I do it for the birds, I do it for the hood I do it all day, I do it in the night And when I do do it, you know I do it right I do it for the flight, so I can see the world I do it for my wife and my little girl Superhero dad can save the day I do it for the cats that paved the way I do it for the vets, I do it for the Jets I do it for the Yanks, I do it for the Mets I do it for the Knicks, I do it for the kicks Then I crossed the bridge and do it for the bricks Then I drive south and do it up in Philly I know what dudes do, but do they do it really? Lets not be silly, this foolishness is dumb I did it, still do it, and this is how its done I did it, yeah I did it , yeah I did it , yeah I did it , yeah I did it, {yeah scratched} I did it, {yeah scratched} I did it, {yeah scratched} I did it, yeah, I did it

Lazy nigga! I saw the thunder and heard the lightning And felt the burden of his shame Check, sup do Yeah, check it out check it out Check it, buss it, peep it, check it Im on the low like a sneaky ass nigga X the unseen comin like the night nigga So start panicking Imma crack this Heinekin Suckas is froze like mannequin so no shenanigan, bucko Im rugged like stone face to stucco So fuck it! The mic is in my knuckles so I keeps my fist full of profits My grip is on my pistol in pocket Niggas be blowin but be annoyin like whistle rockets This one goes out to all you suckas: you dont know me I never O.D. on my diet of codeine and OE X embezzling fat checks and cash is okay Fucking with the system like a rash but I dont say out loud I read my hit list while I check shit A nigga never lived to hear me diss him on no record The months up I watched the pussy bleed for seven days The body autopsy said he was killed in seven ways Nowadays tell me what lady dont get it Listen to BLS you just might catch radio edit I got the good news so watch the happy story end like Colin Ferguson or Jack Kavorkian and you dont quit Who will survive in World War Three? Who got a style that come close to me? Niggas screamin battle who steps to me? To all you fakers, its time to meet your maker Raps incarceration of a threat to population Blowing MCs in a yardless, heartless center isolation raise a rattle With recreational mental meditation World War Three, its me So man your battle station The reaper lyrics are way beyond the limits of human endurance The rapper called star shot down for insurance I keep the ugly rhymes in the celler of my cranium Where no one can see them or hear cries for freedom Chopped up raw thoughts the only thing I feed em Release the beats from the celler when I need em Dwell underground like C.H.U.D., love letters Wrinkled paper bags, ink and blood I gotta slay ways of jealous I defeat Dodge bullets blue sparks flowin off the fuckin concrete Even if its not your beef you are stressed cause bullets go homeless And homeless need a place to rest So wheres your heaven and hell G? Because your Marcus Wellby will not be able to sew That hole in your chest and back Often looks like a car, its kitted Piped and tinted, and also painted triple black Sad songs to your saviour to sacrifice your soul to prayers failed Cause God moved like a snail so death prevails Your deader than a doornail Lips blue, skin pale, all hail GRIMM!

Well here we are again just you and me I dont need a friend, maybe two or three Thats me myself, and I Happiness will be awhile Until I remember how to freestyle right Man, I see bland faces, floating next to me Is this my destiny? Hope not, or I might throw up, to lose the recipe Man, I sure can stay inside my head And play dead, like night of the living white dreads Who want to be angry, but them seem frightened Sort of reminiscent of clash of the teen titans I used to have a girlfriend, but it was time to go When she was trying to show How much hate she could still taste from things that happened awhile ago It was wearing thin, but I can be a trifle slow Especially on a tourniquet that shouldve stymied her flow I never earned her full bliss, it went wrong But my permagrin is quite strong, like 500,000 miles long Cry on, cause Im like the swan, and if this mic is on I guess I might stay on long enough to write this song Yeah, right, its hype. get your clothes girl I dont have the time or mood to make your toes curl No more open mics? no sir Ever since you laid the cold hurt, its a ghost world NEXT, a strict regiment of sets on the bowflex Chromium to mold flesh and wheat grass to show the rest Meditation and some slow stretching Let the mind go to rest when necessary, speaking of which, no sex Its a time to heal, not a time to hate And dont try to keep it real in such a sad state Just be depressed for a sec, and if it ends late Be like yeay! I made through to the next day The best say, you cant stay in one place too long The rest say, youre gay if you still like those old love songs The test press day is now, I best press play and taste the sound Just in case I see a queen and want to checkmate her style And we could just embrace, or ride out But right now, Im still looking for love inside my hideout Its really nothing to cry about But when Im out patience with my mistakes, its like, God, get the white-out! 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 shes twerking 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

As the clock ticks, he plays the low NY sticks Pause, deep cover, binocular optics  Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick Zoomed out to notice a shiny badge, officer dropkick Mustve been pork fries, spit a chunk of fodder at his partner As he put the ride in park, I see both eyes staring at the opposite side Of the block as they spied, a fiend glide by Hotter than July, what a bullshit disguise Vest bulging through the sides, aviator hides Its just 5 past lunch rush, last time a fast guy took a dive Step lively, look alive The city dont sleep or take naps And wont easily concede to jake traps How quick he make scraps through fake daps Either the trees, the D, or cracks that break snap Choose your poison, amusing or annoyin Just be sure to avoid the blues in them boys n em Theyre not toyin, taxpayers help employ em They turn around and treat em more worser than the goyim Soarin past the krilla to the other wearin denim Lees They real dirty, plain clothes enemies Tend to be pretendin, in it to end a dudes legacy With numbers that run concurrent, stillll be a century Or end in a heartbeat, them streets, damn For simply just tryna eat and feed fam The drug war turned out to be a complete sham All the while throughout the system, a beat jam Not my problem, hes here to watch the watchers til the last shift And get paid good if who ask if And be ready to blast for the hood, dont let your mask shift And put that work in overtime, til the last sniff

I swear, life just aint fair And I could barely gather up enough feelings to care They wanna see us at the bottom so I had to prepare Cuz like Im third wheelin, I know I dont wanna be there I move wild but aware since a child I knew I would be here I said it loud, still nobody would hear But if a tree falls in the forest and you aint near Does it still make a sound or will sound disappear? Huh? Exactly, just as I expected Knew if I kept droppin theyd hear it at any second They thought I would be second, but nah, Im not settlin Im movin nomadic, I aint packin any estrogen I had to man up, view the world from a second lens Now what I do, they jack it like letterman So honestly it dont bother me who Im better than I make songs that change thought, and spark better men Im extraterrestrial, you think we better men My mob 5 deep, and the third locks me in So, I be feelin like I gotta win You Radames and rider mans, have gotta end Your juice is minute made, mine live again Im Infinite, like Im unsigned Eminem, yeah I been torn like limb from limb Was sleeper, now reaper like Mr. Grim, yeah I made the cut like I went and trimmed Now I blow them all away like tents in winds Still Im here, lonely and the craftiest Probably the saddest, but his music is the happiest fro is the nappiest, Im tryna be the savviest I get that we here to connect like magnets Im never draggin it, they think that I am Im been thinkin passin it, its like the pains an exam Closed off like the cabinets, Its just who I am Givin a damn, I guess its a habit of man Look, I aim high like tubesocks Im tryna shoot for the sky like its rooftops I know that they could see the rise like new stocks So Im headed for the rooftops, headed for the rooftops I been headed for the rooftops I been headed for the rooftops, headed for the rooftops I been headed for the rooftops I been headed for the rooftops, yeah

Its been a long time, true indeed Congratulations to the Count and the Countess on the new seed Its a blessin, youre messin with a real pro The flow is a heel, the beat is a steel toe Give em what they feel to put they hands up real slow Out in the streets this be the roll ass Cee-Lo Knew he ‘bout to blow ever since hearing Beno Villain known to flip scripts like Tarantino MCs need Aveeno, OK the funs over One time, while I give the track a once over.. Word, quite buttery Number one answer, did I st-st-stutter, G? Its all ugly, they found a new discovery Brand new spankin way to G off lovely Not unlike off a high noon druggy Who on the moon in the fly new dune buggy? Bass D, is this thing on? Any thing we do, never on no sing song Always from the heart no matter who got no bling on DOOM keep it movin back and forth like ping-pong Its so strong and linger on Leave em itchy like the index finger the trigger on Go on, get your swigga on Before he bring the liquor out, just make sure the nigga gone

I hydrate your souls, aquatic meditation Goddess of the river Lover of precipitation I am the love and I am the beauty Protection of a mother but sometimes I can get moody Especially when my children forget that there’s work to be done Ignoring the truth of the Supreme One Your greed and irreverence has dried me out Rebel or prepare for eternal drought Oh Orishas, we your teachers, open up your eyes and recognize It’s a, a reason for the demons Refuse to comply, speak your mind, don’t abide We the Orishas, we your teachers, sister deities, the rivers and the seas Orishas, your teachers, Queens of Africa, Oshun and Yemoja Orisha and abosum And the ancestors too Keep the trinity Blue Because when me and you Were taken on the Ferris Were taking from our families Were taken from our terrace Were taken to a land that wasnt really there’s See I followed you there And I washed off your tears You were wondering where I was when you were saying your prayers I was swimming in the water Swimming in the ocean Swimming in the seas See I was chosen To nurture your hope and keep it awoken May Jah bless your token Stay reverent and open to

What good is melody? What good is music? If it aint possessin something sweet It aint the melody, it aint the music If it aint possessing something sweet- 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 didn’t know that was you! Everybody sing! What good is melody? What good is music? If it aint possessing something sweet It aint the melody, it aint the music If it aint possessing something sweet- 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! Thats the thing hes known better for Worser than the casualties in the metaphor wars Forget your applause, bet- pause Answer me these questions three to get across Whos the boss? What size is them shoes of yours? We the wrong crew to cross, true or false? Dont look at him, ask Uncle Nu I didn’t know that was you. Everybody sing What good is melody? What good is music? If it aint possessin something sweet It aint the melody, it aint the music If it aint possessing something sweet-

No cream, no sugar, Moka Only Choke the microphone the way he loc and choke a phony, won’t he Told them play ya station like a broken Sony Tenderoni phone, she know me, come and stroke the pony That good lovin’ deserves an encore and a Tony Brats in the hood buggin, they want more raw bologna Chachi need to watch his bony skinny Joanie Villain fittin to fattin her up with Minestrone Been grown, Chromoly skin tone While he rock the end zone, tap your toe or chin bone The choice is yours alone He came for the throne, and to get the game sewn DOOM name known as the Don for sure, troop And he won’t show his face or sponsor your group He sneak up and throw you for a loop She peeped up, speak up if you want some more soup New sues again, who do’s crews again Who’s too smooth, whose flues want snooze with them No surprise, no new-news to him Here’s a light bulb now how many of you screw this in I do better when there’s less team effort Went from old blue sweater, I’m a less clean dresser Full circle, back to the grind war Mic by the mirror, I’m the best I ever saw record Mok and Doom get it sewn like an open wound Two scientists up in the lab will make it go Kaboom! And said don’t mix those two properties together Prob’ly end up with some empty eye sockets or whatever I’m only here to hunt pleasure like some treasure Never from a wack pack of bitches like the Heathers After this you better hone for some loot You freaks with the funk’ll make me want some more soup

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Imma set it off, Imma set it off soft And smooth, and smooth, yo, yo, this shit is groovy And its like, I think its about to move me, yeah, huh, yo Thats the 16th two more bars be quiet on these two more yall I start it off with an answer, love smokes no cancer stick But on a dancers dick, theres a romancer of a rhyme text Time check timex, timeout, Im X, for silence its sonics ? one what one did lesser one hundred Since duckets is under it, the cause stays funded Time says disperse is necessary to trigger release More verses and speeches from X this figure of speech figure of speech Yeah.. Verse two is picked up freeze stay frozen Reaches a stick up, while exhale blows in Peoples get sick up said as vapor goes in Suggested is hiccough, while I hold a rows in my fronts Once in go, see Sub for info Fee is the lingo, sixteen gets in though Dance til toenails ingrown Skeezin props, I send note for jimbo is bricko Every wind blown Sounds are boomin, emcees shouts Doom is In the house! after one, twoin ZL needs a nuprin Driftin like driftwood I ask if could Stay away from stiff hood So does R.I.F. Productions write up songs quite clever But light up a torch pipe R.I.F. will never Im no snuff head I prefer headsets Decided nuff said for head sweats X, this figure of speech figure of speech figure of speech Remain in a frenzy Stay craze as I pause in ya Benzy Then reach in haste to taste A sip of this throttle in a bottle Then shake ya hip but dont slip into follow The motto goes: sex, drugs and rock n roll I prefer: love, hugs and hip hop soul And thats final, down to the sto Cause is on vinyl So be sure to dub these sounds of a b-boy But X aint no also aint no decoy For KMD paints no Pigeoned as I talk drink free from a ? Image of a walking stick from a Mack Dad Wouldnt you rather dwell among those liable To rock well with tongues and stay tribal? Well in 80 dekka Im extra hard to reach But Ill be expectin ya, says X, this figure of speech figure of speech Have a crooked letter humpback each Let the panter peach style screech Then skid through the sounds of earth tones Weve grown Place of rest is Dooms room where we loot the tune And add a sonic kick Boom A dash of this then up next, last but not least Is Zev Love X, this figure of speech..haha figure of speech figure of speech

131 years savage generation One recipe enough said Jack Daniels old number 7 B Quality, Tennessee, sour mash whiskey Ooh, so many flows Shit goes, so many ways down and below 20-10 thousand leagues under the sea Motherfuckers never know it was me Oh, that nigga flew so many flows Its like so many fly colors on the hoe toes God dammit, motherfucker ruling whole planet Gimme two times, cut no shit, nah, fuck it Im coming through kicked the bucket one day Motherfuckers never see a nigga parlay Like, lay in the cut, like, he never knew Motherfucker, Super Villain And who the fuck is you? Ooh One two, one two In order TO make a jam, kid We gotta get it back up in the zone Mad shit the way we be spittin, when the writing shit is on Im fucking it up cause right now See Imma be serious my next verse, Imma just be serious I be starting to laugh, thats my problem Thats my problem too, my shit sound like on some funny shit You know whats hot? The way we keep talking Im taking off the headphones to talk to you But its dope, cause we talkin and still doin it to the music So wait, then the beats too loud? I keep the beats kinda low, like this and shit No, nah I dont the levels are fucked up Oh you mean to keep the tone down? Yeah, yeah, yeah, kinda like riding like right there, right there, be like yo Nope-a nope, nope He cleans his metal mask with gasoline, they after him Last seen pulling a chick like a fiend pull a fast one Cant put shit past him Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man Stand close to his main man like a chain gang Who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew Thats no mystery what Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew Sorta with her drawers down quarter The extorter bring slaughter like Well I oughta I suggest you hand over the formula doula A villain in your land, in his land a ruler Hard hitting like puffing a woola with Lieutenant Uhura Every day feel like its an off day with Ferris Bueller Brother pull heat to prove they not sweet No matter how you spell it, we still got beats People question how we live, question what we give Take it to the next leave em where they cant see me Still they judge, but they be butt ass Twist that wig like a muppet, keep it simple, cant truss it Lights the fuel, mic is the tool Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel, finish what I start Mastered the art, living hell cant explain it Inhale confuse it more, cop the .44 Contemplate, meditate, dictate I direct my direct fate, coming of late Kurious, can I say shit Do it for CottleRock, do it for K.Nit K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C Only we save we Yeah, ? All yall punk motherfuckers get schooled Slammed on sight By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes til Im burnt out Mostly from experience, shit that I learned about Topics and views, generally concerned about With different ways to come up and earn clout I take a look at my life and pace the trails From Tablik and savage females with fake nails to face veils You out your frame but still bagging em too You know I know, these hoes be asking me if Im you Like my twin brother, we did everything together From hundred rakaat salats to copping butter leathers Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys I had all the different color Cazals and Gazelles The SUBROC three-finger ring with the ruby in the O, ock Truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block I keep a flick of you with the machete sword in your hand Everything is going according to plan man

He moves the crowd like a cursor on zoom No curse words, DOOM the worst church nerd verse heard Appeared blurred to a million true believers Hes the supervillain armed dealer to the divas Catch, amongst other world scandals Butter pearl handles to match your girls sandals Plan was hatched by a pack of old vandals Who flag was a black and gold patch with bloody anvils Hit em to the head was the motto And one more time to make sure them dead, BLAKKO When you throw blows in a knife fight Paco Thats how it goes in this Modern Life like Rocko Clock dough 24-7 cycle When it comes to flows he got more than a mic full Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid Youre messin with the wrong kids Michael ... it aint Jack-son For him to flip scripts like camera, action Villain! Raw by the laws of attraction For future generations information - the black one ... Move the crowd like a buddha cloud The purple, puff puff pass round the circle A jerk well renowned for his work skill Hes out, the proof is the computers down Urkel MC a show via wi-fi And paid way before we wrap it up like tie-dye Hip-Hop sci-fi, you can see he had the eye Of the tiger through the mask like the Fry Guy Just made a baby Olmec dome check Left some folks ancestors home wreck With blown backs, these lesser known facts thwart evil It got no reason, like short people No offense, his feet was burnt brass Whenever he walked on the street it turned glass On his lucky rats paw in the crap drawer All the worlds a stage, wheres the trap door, slackjaw Logic, to keep your mind in the project Drop the check, his job is to chop neck Thats just payback for noses, theres no psych though What they dont know like Bo Wont hurt Diddley squat Got to be kiddin me, not Seriously plot, to put a hit out on the G-spot Gypped like Egypt out their kettles and they teapot

Ha Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah We in the B room...I wish I had the A room... KMD H2o and this is how we go Original recipe but not from Kentucky Bunch of nilla ass niggas throwin bolos like Rocky Pass the ism and watch a nigga get risen Witcha pen to the pad I fuck ya head up with this rhythm, um With the phat shit that make your fuckin hat flip I can do the boogaloo black and then the full split Swingin the ep with H2O and K.M.D Comin crazy mad looped for the nineteen nine three So tap the bottom of my forty and then pass it Id like to take this time to say peace to the masses We kicks the shit to put the rump in your trunk, cause We got the funk we got it We got the funk and dont forget it Taste the terror in ya area, so check it Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected So pass the Philly so a nigga can get red By the way some shit can fuck wit the head Step back you dilly stunts Im illy more than once a day Im rollin Phillie blunts till Im really a silly dunce So dont fuck around, the X aint glued tight Oh, yeah, Ill tell ya somethin, your drums aint cued right I write with the crude light beam from a street lamp Its under the cherry moon, to me thats a cheap tramp The drips from the bottle gettin hit from the back, kid The O.E. poster model gettin stuck like thumbtacks did sticker Im sicker than the black plague Im quicker To fuck wit ya head like hard liquor, ooiiee Cold spin the U-ey, teks out the hatchback Gooey be the bastards, punch buggy black attack I wish to be, rich like daddy But when I bite into a York peppermint patty, Im batty Im needin new frontier to conquer Cause in rap, theres more toys than Tonka Like a tumor or a rumor, Im finna spread Somebody said, some musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head I dont really know but... Somebody said ? fuck wit ya head! Check it out check it out check it out check it out Fuck wit ya head! Check it out, check it out, check it out, whos next nigga, time out DL DL! Thats my name dont wear it out With all due respect, but get my dick out your mouth Your fiendin, your fiendin so I hit you with these dope Rhymes that I eject with the levels of the smoke The boom to the dome when a physical reacts Im stronger than cooked cocaine, I mean crack Not condonin the usage of drugs, or drug abuse The positive brothers with a charge, who needs a boost? I pop mad shit cause theres enough to go around I stay on the DOWN with a chick cross town So all ya bitch take ya pills if ya know whats real And if ya know whats real, all ya bitch take ya pills I kick the fat shit, and make it hard to handle If your bitin on my dick, it makes you a cannibal Never simplistic, but always realistic No you cant hit this so dont try the fit this Let me bust off and bust it down with some lead Niggas from the 12, fuckin wit ya head Ill Check it out check it out check it out check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head! Ill Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head! Ill check it out! Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head! Ill check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head! Mr. Roc the cock blocker, bullet blocker With the tears I give ya fears Im the eardrum knocka Villain, I knocked em out to the head I used the chete so he didnt pull the bullet instead He knew I was the man standin there He ran with fear, and I troubled there I take ya girl NIGGA Ya jealous NIGGA I got the fellas and were all runnin triggers Me and my black rugged time machine I bury kids, teleport to dream Have a seat yeah, sit right there In the electric chair, so Ill cut off ya hair Be out, no you cant get no cash back Ya get the back smack, yes my boys crack on ya ass Let me just slow down time And make some musical rhythms that fuck wit ya mind Check it out check it out Fuck wit ya head! ..Fuck wit ya head! Check it out! Fuck wit ya head! ... Musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head!

Renaissance... Razah Rubies... Lets go, tell em I was born in the era of kings, of heroin dreams Now it be a Maccabees, spreading my wings I aint trippin off material bling I analyze off of Billie Holiday to Queen What was Marvin Gaye thinking when he wrote that theme A Trouble Man, why his pops had a gun his hand, damn Hip hop go to way back then Daddy used to sing doo-wop with two of his friends I seen an oo-wop when I was like ten, excited by sin I got my first gold front from Ben Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim, for dropping gems Most niggas learned a lot from him Grandma used to cook with sounds of Sam Cooke Mid-60s, my moms then moved to Red Hook Same hood Al Capone was put, and got his rep as a crook In them criminal books, we dont look When crack hit I could never forget In 92 Mr. Daly was hit by gun clips You had to pump if you wanted some kicks The best product on the block, it was quicker to flip We had whips, but it wasnt legit I reminisce, Calvin Klein, he was running the shit 76 came a heavenly prince, with one gift To uplift, by the name Chron Smith Dedicated to Miss Caroline Smith Special love and respect To real true pioneers , people like Ray Charles Barry White, lets get back into the hall of fame, come on Yo, yo, its like we all just beads on a string Son is blind like a boxer that bleed in the ring From a cut opened up above his right eye Body all black and blue, like the Brooklyn night sky, uh Bobbing and weaving, and dodging the propaganda My raps take it back like shopping at Alexanders My momma had the fly afro, my father cooked for a week and leftovers with casserole We didnt have much, but with a little bit of love Made due with the little bit we had, yo We in a new millennium, Granny still sing hymn slow Jim Crows still keep the blacks po Look we blessed with the power to move people with music Its the natural resources, and we use it to broadcast and transmit live from hell What dont kill you, make you stronger, Im alive to tell Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, man Yo, yo, make sure you write it on the wall Make sure it say, Renaissance Child Talib Kweli, MF DOOM, written for the babies Lets go Vik slick talk, with a cough full of North Of course New York floss, dont know blue pork Before you walk across, look both ways The third and the fourth of them nowaday old phase Kept a dog on a wooden leg And hustled all night in the fog on the reg Even dressed like a bum and could beg Instead did the other on the strength, what a good egg Been bred to win, since head spins, ooh them gems Spread too thin, depends on whos losin Heads do spin, its deaded, now whos in? The gangs all here, enough combined slang to bang all year Its on, like it aint never been on cordless before Report for lawless, bosses off shore With horses, hay and tablets, made em with rabbits Habits til they hate em and had it, damn it And hes gone with the wind Dead wrong, a song with a spin and a grin Out of style, with the blow out the mild mannered smile Like a foul wild Spaniard on the show out Vaughn, the one you trick-a-don Why stick it, if you gotta slip a slicker on, Viktor Vaughn Yeah, to all the Cadillac riders, and its on As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end All the fathers with the godfathers, hip hop lives forever and ever And ever... this is something you gon be able to pass down to your babies From generation to generation, thats right, aight? One love... and we out of here

...watch out- How much you pay to come in here? Three Dollars? Front row of the cat fight Cash tight, write it up, flashlight, last night Was a ball, lost a eye off the fly yall Bloody tab, he fell headfirst off the drywall Aint no thing but a chicken wing Its like the quickening, quit your sickening bickering Thing is kickin in, the wick is flickerin The super muhfrickin villain, witcha through thick and thin Oh no, the beat is like go go and puff it Except there aint no pork and the beans up in the buffet He aint lyin, wreck infectious as a rat bite Sent it as a beamed text message off the satellite Reflect it like SolarBright When he hold the mic, he run the mic like Dolemite It dont match the decor In doody-stained drawers, give a round of applause for Rudy Ray Moore Smell the piss on the restroom floor No doors, whores testing the course Need more three dollars on the tab with the cash Easy stash, show off the ass get past faster than the avalanche Hoes know this is quotable Club thugs filling up the show tryna overdose And the bouncers are haters They act tight, and these drunk ass niggas always tryna fistfight Aint no wrong, tell em Then blow more smoke than a motorbikes tailpipe Seen the villain chillin, had to pay a visit Super human shit, raise the ceilin while I raise a million While Im in the buildin bitches sittin catching mixin feelings Like a bad case of intervention, straight ventin Cat fight still appealin to my inner vision Try to mack in the back during that intermission

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix Yall know what it is, villain Dilla, Dilla still the best, ahem, one two, one two, one two.. They scared of this track like a terrorist attack Prepare to get back when hes wearing just black Get a dog, they soft like a peach Rhymes like sand on beach, off the leash, screech Deep wells, spells Saved By The Bell, L Well behaved, and gave em hell Walked on gilded splinters in a handstand stalked the krill-lit winters Coldest ever, midnight, break day like loaves of bread Cleverly way overhead Nicest beat maker east of the equator From the greater good, your hood to deep theta Take a leap of faith and scrape a heap of eighth Face all chafe, have the whole place strafe Toodle-loo, use your noodle or itll use you Two for two, know the wild dude when you cruising through Later than the last 48 post-traumatic stress in a post-hypnotic state, Got it? Great These things is not toys Only to be handled be kings whos got poise Not boys, you hear me, twerps? Story rings nearly like the McClaurys versus the Earps Hey, you want to stay in your genre? Then protest the villain them rendition of La Bamba Emcees speaking, they in need of some jojoba All this up in here malik yoba, pro bruh Attack the track like a lumberjack – quick Chop it down to size fire wood is drumstix

Keep in mind this flow is used for practice Even so still top choice off the track-list Far as I know weve been blacklist For as long as the earth rotate on a 23 degree axis I can stop any time I want to Famous last words that came back to haunt you All your life, like permanent dried tears Some cats get it like no bright ideas He broke the record then bowed Said he couldnt do it without the crowd, for crying out loud Even took the time to contaminate the rhyme scene And drop a lot before he was out, in the time machine A lot of rappers are drama queens When they come to the mic, Im a feel yas. Fuck around and get your title took, cut and dry He doesnt lie, even like who and where, what and why? Hold it like a cue a button, button fly Once they leave the room, they be like, Doom! Doom! Doom! Its no use. Blessed to design And the villain has left the building, dressed to the nines Like, Ima do mine. Yall do yours He stay reppin the game like Lou Rawls The super MF villain, feelin like two balls For the microphone, he joins like two falls. Well well see after these criminals who falls A lot of yall is reminiscent of Rupaul Ball to ball and well be needing new drawers Drawers, the one-twos that run through walls Keep in mind this flow is used for practice Even so still top choice off the track-list Far as I know weve been blacklist For as long as the earth rotate on a 23 degree axis All in it together now Some of the misadventures of a father crop My provider chops flashin See, Im a stop that gut reaction Bound to tackles when a battle runs in circles Like rodeo clowns with paddles Poked in the belly by petty sarcasm Gentlemen, start your laugh tracks Push pins for the lab rat breed All I wanna be is a fat cat sleeping 40 nights In hopes that when I rise The hacker mass will have seen theres more to life Lets recreate a perfect service rooted in labor lust And a discipline prisoner I dont work a thick antithesis Parallel park your burning prod adjacent To the flagrant iron ego valve Let us study a weaker outlet I found peace I found peace, it tap me on the shoulder Asking wheres the closest war and how to make it sleep I pointed toward the exact place my sneakers met the credence Said If I could answer questions , I would be relief Now classify dont got em shook by exposing the skeletons Yeah I sorta stick to a more murky-hurt development Some of these kids are spittin just a bit too delicate a thesis If only Yeah, but holy jumpin Jesus! I get torn swiftly from a planet while it tilts, 23 Look buddy, weve gotta talk God made me a fine instrument of style Zig zag zisfiss? Dont make me holy sleep bolts blindly until your mood shifts Now here comes 40 acres of congruence pistons Purple skeleton key immunity systems Aw, itll be something incredible See, I know the limit Thats why I do my best to stay quiet Whenever I aint spittin the gimmick Keep in mind this flow is used for practice Even so still top choice off the track-list Far as I know weve been blacklist For as long as the earth rotate on a 23 degree axis

Two two One two, two two One one The super flow more stupider than Richard Pryor Combined with Bazooka Joe jokes, and spit fire Eat MCs like El Chupa Nibre Except for when I defeat and knock they beat off eBay Danger in the street, shootin at a DJ DOOM countin chickens like the Colonel on D-Day We bout to fry, so burn em all he say Villain gettin paid off the same joint three way ... You rang? Can you spare some sugar? By his right ear was a smear and a booger Pour my coffee, he replied Of coursely Still chewin the mask whispered Eww get off me His money chunk he couldnt spare a thin dime Once was in a rhyme crew Monkeys Into Crime What happened? He coulda went platinum Then he discovered the secret plan— they had to gat him ... It wasnt hard to find the file to pull They had they differences, all irreconcilable And thats a pile of bull— theyre bad Thats why they dont tell no tales, nor wear plaid His upper lip and dome stayed stiff I made him try to riff over a homemade gift A statue with overfoam chrome sprayed Kif With a handwritten signature from dude who played Biff The Simpsons, but Back to the Future Part II And leave it up to you, to choose who When he cruise through, he know how you foolsies do Get him catch him dreamin and you creep him like a Suzie Q He said {Fuck you, bitch} you dont know me Watch I bring the truck through, switch like you owe me If you in luck, I get richer off you, blow me Dumile got her like Inuyasha got Kagome Well, now what do we got here? Miscommunication can lead to hot beer Although hes not here, his agenda was clear Clearly a big spender, who wears a lot of gear DOOM the Great, no low self-esteem Got to go get the wealth growin green gleam He make it seem mean as a pre-teen choir head Sire said, the first time he seen Firehead The squire, what about Barbera? Its closer than it seems like in a car mirror Dancers turn gangsta, what be surely wilder His student was a cell buddy, name of Early Cuyler Wheres my damn chicken? Damn Well, ya know that boy can perm How much do I owe ya?

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 galoshes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed to 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 For 10 Ks, hell cave a chicken chest S Yes, yall, the dub will get ya trickles The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels But tut tut, he bout 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 in advance to translate it and ignored it sorta One monkey dont stop no slaughter A junkie wanna cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it aint worth the overkill Flow skill, still, theres no thrill Fill a billion 10K bills in his pilla Villain, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with Dilla his is 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, nah mean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets He gets lucky like winnin free tickets off sickly lyrics One mans waste is another mans soap Sons fanbase 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

I wield the hand of God You get smacked with a talking burning bush Red fiction handbooks You get ambushed You aint no damn crook Not just you but your man shook I see it in your fucking face Your eyes got bitch twinkles Left with your ears rattled Lost the war before the first battle I was standing in outer space hidden by the earths shadow Return to bring the darkest plague to a nervous pharaoh Cursed him out with hebrew Shot him with a burning arrow Kinda fucked up they cant identify the type of guy who moves cash DOOM passed you with two gats in scooby-doo mask Fucking with us and tear a hole out your space suit The last supper in earth space You shoulda ate food Yo Metal Fingers I think this cats about to puke Yo dude, dont even put yourself through it How they do it like if it wasnt shit to it Oh shoot the lady knew it was the butler He cold snuck her, stuck a banana in her muffler But they didnt know who he was She said the flow is so fluid that only one nigga could do it cos Hes like the supervisor in her workplace No more breaks violate yall workspace with smirk face Your bad, he didnt mean to throw yall concentration off Stay the same with nuff game chase a mason off Aiight savage brought a knife to a gunfight To him who made the length of a sunlight, run flight Egyptian phase for alien occult science and nature We mummify your camp using food stamps to swindle devils dangers Rhyme like Quakers we take no part in that we righteous Utilising iron maidens for spite cos heads be biting this Blow up your truck your fucked and sew your mouth up We taking this to astral levels blowing your house up Hitting your spouse up communist workshop for earthspots This style of festival is bread or matzah synagogues incredible Ill smack you with the bass I live a space life Wisdom and steak knifes while you fought Gore was on tour visting grave sites Canaanites to pagan whites angels and dykes Kill a strange universe now inflame mics Run up in your fucking lab looking for goodies A hundred tooties decked out in fatass robes and St Vitus hoodies Three man team screaming for vengeance I shed repentence until my last sentence Time to end this

I used to be a nuisance, but they been acting new since The youngin started winnin, my biggest fear is losing This game is kind of stressing, could leave you in the medic Thats only if you let it, its all about them $s Dollar sign support, what else, eh, speculation Clock the first, but without the second your time is wasted Ive been patient-lee kicking, waiting for credit But by the time they give it, its really like forget it The game aint fun no more, wack as ever From rugged raw stitching to Givenchy and leathers And everybody docking over nothing Grabbing their surfboards when they hear: Yo, yo, the new wave is coming! Ive always been different in this world Never the type of kid to say there is no God After listening to Earl People share opinions like photos You better put your face in the books, man For it get took and turned into a app When you ain’t got no wi-fi Money in your piggybank trying to be fly, huh? But right now it’s kind of looking like haza Need rep like Scarface ‘fore I die Okay, I’m reloaded, the chosen one whos reloaded My old mixtapes is still potent I’m off the factor and they still voting So take note and, prepare for return of the soul man In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high Aids kills, word up, respect this, America is dying slowly Keep the killer bees close to me, that’s what its sposed to be Carry the real like groceries, but it’s the grade A Trying to get away from these ghetto ways Sugar hill the gang, that paved the way to get us paid So now I’m in the studio working on art If all you listen close and you could see me painting myself in the corner Street life ain’t the life to live So I go hard with rap just to make it easy for my kids Communicate through these ad-libs Don’t see the big pick, the contact, the dude selling glasses In the corner, vocals in the beat team up Introduce the air, the emphysema Fame will leave you breathless Media throw shots like catch this Put up walls with asbestos, It could drive you crazy But put gas in your car too Once you made it they get animated like the car too Who’s real? Who’s not? Sort em out, no hits, no hit ups Labels know what I’m talking bout Well I guess I’m on my dolo, kick hard flows with soul yall cats Manolo Huh, solo be the logo we in here trying to shine like soul glow, stro In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high In the corner of my eye I saw you, you were very high

Like the rose, poof he went the other channels Theres nothing on any of them! They are all disappeared! This is chaos! 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 their own 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 your heart chakra chart toppa Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa 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 em spit venom said em got a lot of shit with em Let the rhythm hit em, its stronger in the other voice We makes the joints that make em spread em butta 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 and shake her hand On some old thank ya maam and 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 ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, both show skills Close but no krills, toast for po nils, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills Off sides like how worf rides with Starfleet Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he get older he get colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my nigga go? Oh Figaro, Figaro I want the moment to start, then- into Ill see him Yeah, listen If you can get to the filing cabinet and -scratch- Housed his records and things, enough to finish him Theyre coming Okay, I can take it Well then

Man Not now, man, like Come back like in a hour and a half or something, know what Im saying? Got to make a quick phone call Well I guess Im up and at em and Im ask a say Im goin and strollin this typical day So can I go, Mother may I? No I may stay? Okay, straight to the back and Im out Anyway they step to war bounds More than can each and all my posse makes crazy pounds Live from Diego to Shabone and that new kid Dave He had a wooly dome, a afro he did save This kid waited crazy long for a cut and shouted I do crave Yeah mischief ran through my head, guess what? My clippers are broke, I guess I treat him like a nut He choose to do a capoof my through the scald Oops! My bad chief, youre half bald! In a mirror he looked, side to side his head shook And stopped wishin, til he knew... Now this mistake I bettered from, yeah trust me now Come, come, come take your pick... from the barber Mr. Roc It was the least and last trick, mmmmm Then again, sneaky might I get Only if impatience in your heart is set If patient, then be a cut patient G And Ill seek to get it done in a jiffy You know when Serch asked, Cut the 3-R-D-B I said Sounds quick, can you draw it so I can see? He said “Draw what, Sub? The barber is you! Must I sketch when I know offhand you can do? By this compliment I became conceited I said “I cannot be topped! Another cut completed!” I said with no heso and stopped Just to be blocked by the words he did mock To say.. This is the mission of the day, in fact! Its the mission This is the mission of the day, in fact! Its the mission This is the mission of the day, in fact! Its the mission This is the mission of the day Again and again I go to guess where or when Is this mad missions gonna end? And so a new trend will begin and bend ya soul to the bone KMD rocks styles of they own I beg ya pardon? Me and five friend any race Culture person, people think I may be place Went out to here but he Subs in town Come in my face we go rounds I study I Self And Master help me out Im hazy Oh ZLX gimme a pause Crazy in tempo with the universe, yeah thats me I give little Mike the chance to stay on beat What is it? This is the mission of the day, in fact! Its the mission This is the mission of the day, in fact! Its the mission This is the mission of the day, in fact! Its the mission This is the mission of the day Take your choice but the voice you choose You be more than fat, cause the noise is thick And that gets picked quick in twos Goin for self ya best to sip booze Who will lose to fall when they know what stood? How now they all separating ill from good He said it loud and that they should cup The whole crowd was proud and then learned to book up Look up, better look it up, take a peek where ya stand With a Nubians tan, ya strange in this land Oh yeah but fight Ill judge the fruit I dont care of it, not a bit, dont hand me that shoe Ill help to shape and mold My boys before dips is turned to stone And then I can escape to a world of my own This is the mission of today, in fact! Who that? Come in Yo, whats up, man? What you need? Come on now, I told you I aint ? (Listen, shorty Id tell you what Ill do If you give me a haircut I will promise you not to pay you) Not to pay me? I aint trying to be no help

Im not ready Im- Im not ready Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster Thatd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster I-C-E cold, nice to be old Y2G stee twice to threefold He sold scrolls, lo and behold Know whos the illest ever like the greatest story told Keep your glory, gold and glitter For half, half of his niggasll take him out the picture The other half is rich and it dont mean shit-ta Villain: a mixture between both with a twist of liquor Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic, its like the get like: Aw yeah! Its like they know whats bout to happen Just keep ya eye out, like Aye, aye captain Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody aint hear it And can they testify from inner spirit In living, the true gods Giving yall nothing but the lick like two broads Got more than the church got Ooh Lords And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords Or even one with two blades on it Hey you, dont touch the mic like its AIDS on it Its like the end to the means Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends Thats why he brings his own needles And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos Slip like Freudian Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion When he had the mic you dont go next Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex Exercise index, wont need Bowflex And wont take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex I hope yall know what time it is now, but fuck that- Go to the next shit