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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 place 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 in the spirit?
In living, the true gods
Giving yall nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got Ooh, Lords
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Either that or either 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 bring 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 at 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 |
Mic Check
When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
Come through, dig the sound
I swear the whole world could feel you MC
Crowd around
I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop
Hold mics like pony tails tight and bob a lot
Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound
Of the fly brown 6-0 sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap
Its a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um... what is MF? You silly
Id like to take Mens to the End for two milli
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! Thats a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black
Stay in the zone—turn H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til Im back where my brother went, thats what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, whos to say?
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you dont believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell number seventeen, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if there aint no escape, blame MF tape
Definition super-villain: a killer who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
Im trading science fiction with my man the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin ‘bout my case, need toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
Real mens mind their own business
Thats the difference between sissy-pissy rappers thats double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.s make rounds, never have ‘ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox Brown
On Doomsday!, ever since the womb
‘Til Im back where my brother went, thats what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, whos to say?
Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til Im back to the essence, read it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave, whos to say?
Pass the mic like Pass the peas like they used to say
Some M-er F-ers dont like how Sally walk
Ill tell yall fools its hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipplin tip of nipples metal fang
Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans
Only gin and Tang
Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang
Clang! Crime dont pay, listen, youth
Its like me holding up the line at the kissing booth
I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife
Strong enough to please a wife
Able to drop todays math in the 48 keys of life
Cut the crap far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the Devil? Hes on another level
Its a word! No, a name! MF - the Super-Villain!
Doomsday
Check the sound
Right around
When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
I swear the whole world could feel you MC |
The rest is empty with no brain, but the clever nerd
The best MC with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the TEC-9 holder
Theyve bit but dont know their neck shine from Shinola
Everything that glitters aint fishscale
Lemme think, dont let her faint get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back its not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back; clack-clack, blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart-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 the 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 an shake her hand
On some ol thank ya maam an ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks
Hot enough black
Its too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast yo skills
Close but no krills, toast for po nils, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-rich shit
As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro
Os beats and my rhymes attack
A scary act
All black like Ms. Mary Mack
Wait til you see em live on the piano
DOOM sings soprano, like, Una, duociano
My momma told me
Blast em and pass her her glass of Ol E
Not to be troublesome
But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
No stick of bubble gum
I like ice cream
We could skip the weddin
Have a nice dream
She only let him stick the head in |
Now I havent eaten all day. How am I gonna do this man?
Yeah dont wait for her man, dont wait for her
Ill tell you what man: come with me now and you know
Ill get you some lunch, Ill hook you up with something
I got a little bank, yknow, no problem
I hear you, thats cool
Man, cant you guys just wait here about a half hour, man?
Yo Ill be back man, Im just gonna munch up a little bit man, Im pretty hungry
Yo let him come back
Here you will find food for your body
As well as comfort for your troubled mind
Id really like some soup
Of course my friend. What happened to your hand?
Oh, food at last!
How did they get here?
Regular storage procedure, the same as the other food
What other food?
Fish protein
Now what happened?
Well, the cop got
The next morning I went to the store to get some food
They arrested me
Ill save you
Would you like a snack?
Thanks for the drink
Operation Doomsday complete
All your intercoms casualty and damage testing
Enough! You talk of the peoples rights
The people have only those rights which I choose to give them
And thats for their own good, believe me
I do, DOOM
They disappoint me, they must work faster
But the prisoner-
Ah yes, the young traitor who has tried to turn my people against me
Watch him. I have special plans for that one
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It aint no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldnt be talking that bologna in the bullpen
So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they aint never seen injustice
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries, some Brillo and some foil, heatll boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And its a feud so dont be in no TV mood
Every week its mystery meat, seaweed stewed
He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows thats gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say, Aw Hell!
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker thats off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares
The odd pair swears and God fears
Even when its rotten, weve gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Years
Off a couple of shots and a few beers, but who cares?
Enough about me, its about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he bout to eat
A rhyming cannibal whos dressed to kill and cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral
Its a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual
For a mil, do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell them devils hell no, sell yall own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar three dollar bills
And squealed for halal veal, if yall appeal
Dig the real, its how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal
What up?
To all rappers: shut up with your shutting up
And keep a shirt on, at least a button-up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males?
Out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin nails, DOOM tippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders thats counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, whippin tail and sippin ale
Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldnt find the Villain like Scooby
Hes in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit, but whoda thunk it?
Punk, try and ask why ours be better
Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, whos screwed by the dude on the CD, nude |
So nasty that its probably somewhat of a travesty
Having me, then he told the people You can call me Your Majesty
Keep your battery charged, you know it wont
Stick yo, and its not his fault you kick slow
Shouldve let your trick ho chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldnt do nothin once he let the brick go
And you know I know thats a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter, Peep the slow cutter
As he utter the calm flow , dont talk about my moms, yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
Or vice versa, whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try, villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out the square shot glasses
And he wont stop til he got the masses
And show em what they know not through flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
Its ugly, like look at you, its a damn shame
Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name
And you know it like a poet, like baby doll
I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball
All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged
And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig
Allegedly; the investigation is still ongoing
In this pesky nation he gots the best con flowin
The pot doubles, now they really got troubles
Madman never go pop like snot bubbles |
Sleeping in a jar!
Sleeping in a jar!
The jar is under the bed
Sleeping in a jar!
The jar is under the bed
Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script
Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, lets go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
Then its last down, seven alligator seven
At the gates of heaven, knocking - no answer
Slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible in escrow
Just say Ho! Ill test the yayo
Wild West style fest, yall best to lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco
The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
In all quad flavors, Lord save us
Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
Think you know the name, dont rack your brain
On a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that the speed of Wrath of Kane
Laughter, pain
Hackthooing songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof in the west coast
Hes at it again, mad at the pen
Glad that we win a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the villain in satin, kongas
The van screeches
The old man preaches about the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesses
Jesus |
Yo!
MF DOOM
Mr. Fantastik
What up, nigga?
Whats cracking, boy?
Man
These rap snitches, man, shit is bugged out, man
What the fuck, man?
Niggas running their mouth, telling erything, erything
Rap snitches, telling all their business
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, Im right here
Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years
Rap snitches, telling all their business
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, Im right here
Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years
Type profile low, like A in Paid in Full
Attract heavy cash cause the games centrifugal
Mr. Fantastik, long dough like elastic
Guard my life with twin Glocks thats made out of plastic
Cant stand a brown nosing nigga, fake ass bastard
Admiring my style, tour bus through Manhattan
Plotting, plan the quickest, my flows the sickest
My hoes be the thickest, my dro the stickiest
Street nigga, stamped and bonafide
When beef jump niggas come get me cause they know I ride
True to the ski mask, New Yorks my origin
Play a fake gangsta like a old accordion
According to him, when the Ds rushed in
Complication from the wire, testimony was thin
Caused his man to go up north, the ball hit em again
Lame rap snitch nigga even told on the Mexican
Rap snitches, telling all their business
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, Im right here
Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years
Rap snitches, telling all their business
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, Im right here
Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years
True, theres rules to this shit, fools dare care
Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear
Yeah, yeah, tell em tell it on the mountain hill
Running up they mouth bill, everybody doubting still
Informer, keep it up and get tested
Pop through your bubble vest or double-breasted
He keep a lab down south in the little beast
So much heat you woulda thought it was the Middle East
A little grease always keeps the wheels a-spinning
Like sitting on twenty threes to get the squealers grinning
Hitting on many trees, feel real linen
Spitting on enemies, get the steel for tin men
Where no brains but gum flap
He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap
Son, shut your trap, save it for the bitches
Mmm, delicious, rapp snitch knishes
You know what Im saying?
Crazy, man, Im just analyzing this whole game
This is bugged out, man, niggas is snitching
Telling on they own self
Fuck around and get everybody bagged, man
Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga
You know your grandmama used to be bootlegging
Fake hustling nigga, heheheheh, haha
Perpetrator? Yeah, Im right here... |
Great stuff
Yeah, this is— this is good
Great stuff
Ahh, Oh yeah
Applause
Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome
Os in tandem, anthem, random tantrum
Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry, ask the dumb hottie
Masked, pump-shotty—somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
After rockin parties, he departed in a jalopy
Watch the droptop papi
Known as the grimy limey, slimy— try me
Blimey! Simply smashing in a fashion thats timely
Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree
We rock the house like rock n roll
Got more soul than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole
Overthrow em like throwing Rover a biscuit
A lot of bitches think hes overly chauvinistic
Let go his dick if thats the case
Rats, what a waste theres more cats to chase—
Dogs, he got it like new powers
Woke up, wrote, and spit the shit in a few hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
Had your fam saying, Please make me a dub
Well, since you ask kindly
Where he been behind the mask, who cant find me?
Youre blind, in the wine zone, leave your mind blown
When he shine with the 9, hes a rhinestone...
Cowboy
No, no, no, no enough
Goony goo-goo, loony cuckoo
Like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue, but who knew
The mask had a loose screw? Hell, could hardly tell
Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell
It speaks well of the hyper base
Wasnt even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
Couldnt wait for the snipes to place
At least a tracklist in bold print typeface
Stopped for a year
Come back with thumbtacks, pop full of beer
Were hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
Hes in it for the quiche
You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche?
Oh, my aching hands
From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
Villain—his smile stuns ya chick
While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks
You heard it on the radio, tape it
Play it in your stereo, your crewll go apeshit
Raw lyrics—he smells em like a hunch
The same intuition that tells him spike the punch
Curses, hes truly the worsest
With enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes
Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask
He said you bet your sweet ass
Its made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind, hes the rhinestone cowboy
Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent
Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day
Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come
The villains |
Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke
Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke
Here, share a strawberry morning
Gone, an more important spawning, torn in, poor men sworn in
Cornish hens switching positions
Auditioning morticians, saw it in a vision, ignoring prison
Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb
Found em drowned in cows dung, crowns flung
Rings a Tinkerbell, sing for things thats frail as a fingernail
Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers
Seven figures invigor
Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male
Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea
Lend sympathy to limper Simple Simon rhymin emcees
Trees is free, please leave a key
These meager fleas, hes the breeze
And shes the bees knees for sheez, Gs of Gs
Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese
Drop degrees to stop diseases, gee-whiz, Pa!
DOOM rock grammar like the kumbaya
Mama was a ho hopper
Papa was a Rolling Stone star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama
Civil liberties
These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C
Mmm, give a MC a rectal hysterectomy
Lecture on removal of the bowels, foul technically
Dont expect to see the recipe
Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee
More wreck than Section Z, what you expect to get for free?
Shit from me, history
The key, plucked it off the mayor
Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, player
They say hes gone too far
DOOMll catch em after Jumah on cue lacka!
Do whatcha gotta do, grarrrr
The rumors are not true, got two ma
No prob, got the job, hot bod, heartthrob
Scotchguard the bar with cotton swabs, dart lob
Bake a cake, sweet, Jamaica trade in treats on the beach
Make her skeet til her feets meet
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did you miss these rhymes when I was gone?
As you listen to these crazy tracks
Check them stats then you know where Im at
And thats that
Look, theres Doom now!
I followed him to the studio, but I was too late to stop him
Thats right! Youll never stop me!
Youre dead! Youre all dead! Doom! |
Slow it down some, no split, clown bum
Your gold hits sound dumb, hold it now, crown em
Where you found them at?
Got em round town, couldve drowned in it
Would have floated, bloated, voted
Sugar-coated, loaded hip shooter
Draw for the poor, free coffee at the banks
Hit through the straw, none more for me, thanks
That blanks the raw, that dank sure stank lit
Sank past the pit for more hardcore prank spit
Crank it on blast, roll past Front Street
Blew the whole spot like some old ass with skunk meat
These kids is too fast, juiced off a junk treat
Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?
Something has started today
Where did it go? What you want it to be?
Well, you know November has come
When its gone away
Something has started today
Where did it go? What you want it to be?
Well, you know November has come
When its gone away
Bah, can you dig it like a spigot?
My guess is yes, you can, like Can I Kick It? Wicked
Liquor shot if you happy and you know it
As you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet flowin
Grope a pen and Im in cope hymen
Doper rhymin more worther than the Hope Diamond
Acquired off the black market
A wire tappin couldnt target a jar of spit
The rapid-fire spark lit
A rapper bug zapper
And it dont matter after if theys a thug or dapper
Plug your trap or its maximum exposure
The beats got family members askin him for closure
Aw, send em a gun and tell em, Clean it
Then go get the nun who said her son didnt mean it
She wore a filled-in thong of Billabong
That said, Nah, foreal-a, the Villain on a Gorilla jawn?
Something has started today
Where did it go? What you want it to be?
Well, you know November has come
When its gone away
Something has started today
Where did it go? What you want it to be?
Well, you know November has come
When its gone away
When its
When its gone away |
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldnt it be true?
I get a kick out of brew
Theres only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like were deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they emcees and drink em under the table
Like, Its on me—put it on my tab, kid
However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
Youre leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell em they stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him, Get off it, and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DTs be getting no new leads
Its like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
Its the weed, give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and theyre trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere, it read:
To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain — take pride in code words
Crooked eye, mold, nerd, geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy
No, hes not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
How is only one left? The pack comes in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?
A herb tried to slide with four and five
And got caught like, What you doing, G?
Dont make em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like its time for Teletubbies
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out — one, two, three — no bodies, please
Run the cash and you wont get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shotty: nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and Everybody on the floor!
A whole string of jobs like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted: Master of the World
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?
Now you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin
Uh, ladies und gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
DOOM, gosh, I wish I’d brought my autograph book
Right, lead-head
You’re weird
Why is everyone staring at us?
Relax masseur, just do your thing
What? Why, I’ll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little
What’s the matter?
You’re nothing but a chicken-head
Hold it |
Say, Brain—what do you wanna do tonight?
The same thing we do every night, Pinky: try to take over the world!
Who the fuck is this Joey Bada$$ nigga, son?
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic?
Check!
Puffin on stramonium, underground like potholes but going fossil
These bars like art in the Smithsonian
These flows is for custodians, homeless men, horny OBGYN dudes
Browsing my laptop lookin at red fallopian tube
They like Yo Joey, you rude, Im like If only you knew
Im only in school for cosmology, thats why I act as lonely as you
You see Im wise beyond my years and my peers
So my voice over the snares is the only way they hear
What I got behind my membrane, but Ive been smoking chem strains
So lately Ive been having hard times with remembering
But be patient, my studies prove Egyptians aint shit
Cause I believe that we could be like Neo in The Matrix
But fuck it, Im erratic, momma lock me in the attic please
Til I draw enough static in my somatic anatomy
And come out imputed with fusions of Blueprints and Illmatics
I’ve been going raw, this just how I feel rappin
We gave yall Sur Tactics, so yall can’t even gas us
We taught you how to be prepared but still attacking the masses
Yall better get yall caskets cause we ‘bout to annihilate
My empire gate’s in the Empire State
I’m on the higher platform, look at the way they clap for ‘em
Never fuck with phony men cause I don’t like my back torn
Nigga ask Kwon, this that top ramen you ain’t used to
Keep it neutral to scruple and tell ‘em no beef like noodles!
Keep it neutral, just so you can scruple
I tell ‘em no beef like noodles
It’s world domination, nation, you’re tuned into my station
Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit
Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean
I ain’t about to rise to the top with my fucking team
It’s world domination, nation, you’re tuned into my station
Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit
Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean
I ain’t about to rise to the top with my fucking team
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic?
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you could flow? Point em out bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic? |
Before we go any further
Friends
As you call em, they call you when they need something
Trees for the bluntin, to Gs for the frontin
I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone
Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter or better, we could see each other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see the white of they eyes
Bright with surprise, once they finish spitting lies
Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggas, homies
Close, or really dont know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
Some come around when they need some money
Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
Fam be around whether you paid or bummy
You could either ignore this advice or take it from me
Be too nice and people take you for a dummy
So nowadays, he aint so friendly
Actually they wouldn’t even made a worthy enemy
Read the signs: No feeding the baboons
Seein as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds
Yall know the dance, they smile in ya face, yall know the glance
Try to put em on, they blow the chance
Never let your so-called mans know your plans
A show of hands
is a term some people use loosely
Im real choosy on what I choose to let crew see
You telling me; I try to act broke
Jealousy the number one killer among black folk
Fellas be under some type of spell like crack smoke
Ghetto Cinderellas lead em right to your stack, loc
Just another way a chickll lead to your end
I checked the dictionary for the meaning of friend
It said: person one likes to socialize with
Sympathizer, helper, and thats about the size of it
Most of the time these attributes is one-sided
To bolster the crime, theyre apt to shoot you through your eyelid
And they cant hide it, going wild like a white bitch
Sometimes ya need to cut niggas off like a light switch
And when things get quiet
Catch em like a thief in the night, what a riot
I first met Mr. Fantastik at a arms deal
Dont let it get drastic, think of how your momsll feel
When it get for real, steel get to sparkin
Everything darken, it aint no talkin
For somethin so cheap, it sure buys a lot of trouble
Ya better off focusing than tryin to plot to bubble
Or else itd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is
Some come in the form of co-dependents
A lot of times only end up being co-defendants
Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence
And leave you up under the jail, begging for repentance
It dont make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?
Honor amongst crooks, trust among royalty
Id rather go out in a blaze than give em the glory
a similar story?
before lovers, we used to have some type of over-standing
Just so when I let her get the man thing, she know its no strings
We could do the damn thing, but ho, its no rings
Just how the tramp swings
Will she see him again?
That depends on how good was the skins and could she memorize the lessons
It aint no need to pretend
Even though she let em stab it, she know theyre just friends
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on?
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Before we go any further
Fellas! Dont be silly! I know who my friends are!
And the next nice neighborhood I move into, you guysll get crack
;
Dr. DOOM; Character 2]
The most powerful, the most mysterious monarch in all the world
Guided by a fighting force that never sleeps
That never relaxes its vigilance
For none is as feared, none has as many foes
As DOOM, the awesome armorclad lord of
I know who Doom is
He happens to be the most dangerous man in the world
I’d hope we’d never hear from him
I’d hope we’d never have to battle him
But now the worst has happened and I must tell you what we’re up against
I first met DOOM years ago
When he wanted to be alone, alone to pursue his forbidden experiments
One day while conducting a secret experiment
Later, when he recovered from his injuries
Instead of having learned his lesson, DOOM was bitter, angry, vengeful
What have I done to myself?
My face, it is hideous
He traveled the world, seeking a cure for his disfigured face
He traveled through remote villages, where strangers are seldom seen
He continued his search, never showing his face
Unless threatened by bandits who prey on travelers
Who foolishly wander alone through their domain |
Keep your hoes in check
I got this girl and she wants me to duke her
I told her Id come scoop her around 8, she said
That sounds great, shorty girls a trooper
No matter what I need her to do, she be like
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, hes like D.B. Cooper
Out with the moolah, I let her get a outfit
Just to cool her off, she said, Niggas aint about shit
I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it
The way it be in her mouth she cant live without it
And cant live with this, handle your business
Villainll stay on a scandalous hos shit list
One pack of cookies please, Mr. Hooper
Its fun smacking rookies, he is the
Look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown-skinnedd, always kept his hair low
Rumor has it its a S-Curl accident
DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent
Some say its the eyes, some say the accent
A lot of guys wonder where they stacks went
I call her thunder thighs with the fatty swolla
Only mess with high rollers, do what daddy told her
No matter the city she with me to do the thang-thang
Work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang
Same name on the titty as on the name ring
Pretty like Baby D off All in the Same Gang
Keep my eye on her, really dont trust her
But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut
And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa
Teach her how to hold it, of course he is the
See most cats treat her like Foofur
Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the
You need to make her feel cuter
And lay down the G like Luther, everythingll be
Do for her, keep her in a new fur
So she look sweet when she go to meet the
Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it
Put it in the air, come here, kiss it
Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you
When shes on the rag, never let her fry the Ragu
Whichll have you under some type of spell crying dag boo
Her name on your back in a tattoo
Whether a bougie broad, nerd ho, street chick
Dont call her Wifey if you met her at the Freaknik
You dont want her dont waste her time, Ill duke her
And be a father to your child like the
He keep his hoes in check
Sends em out to get glows from off frozen necks
Tell em take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real
Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal
Find out where he keep the Tec and the blue steel
Make sure for extra wreck, let him know how you feel
And while hes running down to All-Star Weekend to ball
Im coming with the U-Haul
: Has the laser cannon been lowered?
: Everything has been prepared as you ordered. But how did you get permission to return to New York master?
: Through the efforts of the misguided fools
: Its free enterprise, and Im not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business. But DOOM will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island. Theres nothing you can do about it
: Hes dangerous, I just hope you know what youre doing
: Dont I always. Ah, theres DOOMs jet, right on time
: Whys it so cold down here?
: The heat went out in the whole building
: Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM
: DOOM? Here in New York?
: Yes DOOM has an amazing new machine
: Get the president of the United States on the phone
: How longs all this gonna take, DOOM?
: I would not advise you to repeat that error
: Sure, I know what you mean |
I hear you in the background
Whenever I phone
Tellin your brother
To say youre gone
Youve been trippin around, uptown
Wooin some fancy clown
Put your sister on the phone
Yo, its Viktor
I knew you was ----ing around
Playing all innocent and hoing since the foundation
Dont make me have to pound his tin crown face in
And risk being jammed up like traffic, inbound from spacing
Theres been a place for you in my heart since we first met
A teenage love that didnt feel no hurt yet
My boys warned me you was poison like BBD first cassette
And still I put my chips on the worse bet
Gave up the skirt, now I gotta hear it from the street
How dare you drag my name in the dirt and cheat
You couldve broke it off, ended it and dipped
And if you spoke soft, we couldve still preserved the friendship
Now you apologize, thats what they all say
You wasnt sorry when you sucked him off in the hallway
But have it your way, raw— no foreplay
Thats you if you want a dude who wear a mask all day
And just to think, I used to be proud of you
And you had some real good power...
Youve been trippin around, uptown
Wooin some fancy clown
No, it wasnt- it wasnt nothing like that
Well, my brother, you didnt tell me you had called
I wasnt at home
Probably kissed her later that evening, I should be hurling
Matter fact, gimme back my bracelet and my Shearling
I rather waste it or give it to your girlfriend
She did let me stab it last week while you was workin
Remember, our vacation out to Maryland?
I dooked the maid Carolyn, she made me throw the towel in
Like all foul men, the time I hit your moms off
I told her knock it off, but she had to set the rocket off
Aint enough room in this ----ing town
When you see tin head, tell him be ducking down
Im not rompin around, he better be
Ready and prepared to be stomped in the ground
Well, I thought you
And now, subscriber, weve got to punch you up
So, please stand by |
Ayo, yo, yall cant stand right here
In his right hand was your mans worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum, close-range
The game is not only dangerous, but its most strange
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Joking rhymes, like the Is you just happy to see me? trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of em sound like they in a talent show
So I give em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game
Came back from five years laying and stayed the same
Saying, electromagnetic field it blocks all logic, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power Us was pure Brita water filter juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but hes still my dunny
The only thing that come between us is krill and money
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not
If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along
Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks
Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe
To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo or dro
This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks
Oh, youre too kind! Really? Thanks!
To the gone and lost forever like Oh My Darling Clementine
He hold his heart when he telling rhyme
When its his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven
He nasty like the old time Old No. 7
You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola
Make em wish they could erase it out the Motorola
I told her, No credit for a bag
If you want what they got, then go get it, its all gack
Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times
Joking rhymes, like the Is you just happy to see me? trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of em sound like they in a talent show
So I give em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game
Came back from five years laying and stayed the same
Saying, Electromagnetic feeling blocks all logical, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power U was pure Brita water filter juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but hes still my dunny
The only thing that come between us is krill and money
We sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times
In your arms tonight
Shell reflect
That she owes you the sweetest of debts
If she wants to pay
Check it out, yall! Ya dont stop! Keep on, to the sure shot!
Huh-ha! What the deal, god? Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh!
Yeah, youre listening to the buttery slickness
The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF DOOM!
Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!
Rock-shocking the house, with another nugget
Uh-uh-ah, eh, oh, ah, hoo-wee!
Yeah! Yeah!
Regulation status, right here
Fondle Em Recordings, 1999
Yeah!
Now what are you posed to say on the end of records?
I dont know! Yeah! Woo! Yeah!
Mashed potatoes!
Apple sauce!
Buttery... biscuits!
And I get lost
A yes, yes, yes, yes yall
You dont stop
Keep on, a to the break-a-dawn
Say what?
Uh!
Yeah!
You thought it all was over!
You thought the song was over!
Ah! We tricked you! We tricked you!
Ha ha ha ha... Woo!
You listening to www dot hairline dot com
MF DOOM, Kool Bob Love... |
-Life is too...
To two one-two
How DOOM hold heat and preach non-violence?
Shhh, he about to start the speech, cmon, silence
On one starry night, I saw the light
Heard a voice that sound like Barry White, said Sure youre right
Dont let me find out who tried to bite
They better off goin to fly a kite in a firefight
During tornado time with no coat than I caught ya
Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author
With no headshot, he said its been a while
Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child a thinner smile
And thats no exaggeration
The doctor told a patient Its all in your imagination, negro
Ahh, what do he know?
About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego
Trippin, to date the Metal Fellow been rippin flows
Since New York plates was ghetto yellow
With broke blue writing, this is too exciting
Folks leave out the show feelin truly enlightened
They say The Villain been spitting enough lightning
To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton, alright, then
Yeah, check, its enough
Uh, yeah, now
How M.E.D. hold heat like Clint East is reborn?
Leave you with more holes than a dartboard
Haters watch him, Hennessy double shot drink
Like the answer to the problems at the bottles bottom
Uhh, from the bottom, top that homey, pay how you owe me
My niggas take no like Kobe
Even with the the arms of the Hulk, you couldnt hold me
From gettin mines, stogies be rolled, smokin and gettin by
Thanks to rap I aint got a dime
Got me sneakin out of checkout lines with bottles by the waistside
Yeah, smack em in the face, let em taste pride
Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines
Do or die ride, how the dead return
Street turns, keep me in this dirt like an earthworm
What he spit hits and grows, will brothers ever learn
Worth a word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned |
It never really mattered too much to me
That I was just too damn old to emcee
All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill
Girl, thats all that really mattered to me, oh baby
Looks like its gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Looky here, its just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some pus-sychiatrist
DOOM, are you pondering what Im pondering?
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
Shes like a foundling, barely worth fondling
My posses on Broadway like Mama, I Want to Sing!
Mad plays the bass like the race card
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapeños?
Get it like a whoopin when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish fienda
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 matrix, theres mad glitches
Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches
One thing this party could use is more... ahem
Booze, put yourself in your own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs 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 signed
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine
Couldnt find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second thought its too thick
His assistant said: DOOM, you sick, he said True through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawrys seasoning
With micro power hes sound and right reasoning
Its easy as pi, three-point-one-four
One more one false move and theyre done for— |
Come out to show them
Like, open the bruise up and let some of the bruise blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them
Music, bad weed
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex
And grass will change your musical habits, for the better
Bad weed right there
To up man
Americas most blunted!
Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard
Me rhythm now, huh?
If youll all gather close around the phonograph
Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
No! It cant be!
Yo!
Where Quas at?
Yo!
DOOM, you got the trees?
Americas most blunted!
Quas, when he really hit star mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the bar-code
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or sit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like their cracks in vials
Catch a tag, roll a bag of schwag in a Black & Mild
He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top go: bust before beef start
At the Stop-n-Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
Americas most blunted!
Yeah, yo
DOOM nominated for the best rolled Ls
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha-ed, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full
Recent research show its not so darn harmful
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beat-box
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
Americas most blunted!
Comin kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops.
-the universal
The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter
Yo I cant find that nigga Metal Face nowhere
Americas most blunted!
DOOM! The Madvillain killing mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew til we perfume the room
The Beat Konducta smoke twenty-four/seven
Shady, you can even ask my reverend
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the lah, but dont shh with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat
Hoodrat, when you try to react
Shut the up! Even your pops got smacked
Even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile!- While my bowl got packed
Gulp, drop X so you can have good sex
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack, shh -- all day I hunt it
Who are we?
Americas most blunted!
Comin kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops
-The universal
Americas most blunted!
Creativity, its a known fact that grass increases creativity
From eight, to 11 times. In fact, everyone finds that theyre more creative stoned, than straight
So remember:
M-A-R-I-J-U
A-J-U-A-N-A
Mar-i
Juana
Mari-juana |
Yeah... another love song gone wrong
Shouldve known you were a woo, like Based God in Wonton
But I didnt, and I aint even tripping
Another foul ball but Im still glad I hit it
Cause a lot of niggas didnt, you know, the coulda shoulda type
Like Oh, it was slight too tight, come on, I wouldve piped
But our schedules contradicted were always tied down
Ay pipe down, the first night ya boy laid the pipe down
Took off the night gown and, pulled out the slinky
She screamed Joey spank me!, and after that she even thanked me
Swanky, one time for my nigga Dymes
Lord knows we be kicking rhymes til the end of time
But back to the topic, oh yeah, Im pissed off
Im still tripped off and wondering why shorty dipped off
I aint gonna front a nigga, do miss her lip gloss
Now she sucks the next nigga dick off, and my dick soft
So tell me what the fuck Im posed to do?
And you know it aint too easy getting over you
I sent them postcards, so you know its true
I promised that I wouldnt get emotional
And Im not, so stop it
Why you front like you dont miss my whole cockpit down yo esophagus?
Screaming, Daddy, stop it, ripping out your tracks
Chipped nail polishing in the scratches on my back like
Did you forget about the time we had the sticky rolled?
And I tried to suck your titty hole for milk for my Cheerios
Did you forget about the video when you first came?
I hit that spot twice, and since then you havent been the same
But now I heard you fucking with some new man
Cant remember his name but my first impression, What a lame
Lorraine said she seen him at a bowling lane
Walking out the bathroom kinda strange with his shoulder stained
Faggot, six months, and Im still at it
Youll probably never hear this track, but I still wrapped it
I guess Im still attracted to you being here
I swear, I cant imagine you would not even care
Whole thing played out like magic, and it’s kinda weird
Its like I did a trick and you wont reappear
It aint fair, I need you back, sometimes I get scared
But Im a player, aint gonna let you see my tears
Cause Im a player, aint gonna let you see my tears
Cause Im a player, aint gonna let you see my tears
Cause Im a player, aint gonna let you see my tears
Cause Im a player
I couldnt see it coming down my eyes
So I had to make the song cry
I couldnt see it coming down my eye
So I gotta to make the song cry
I couldnt see it coming down my eyes
So I had to make the song cry
I couldnt see it coming down my eye
So I gotta to make the song cry, yeah |
Villain get the money like curls
They just tryin to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world
Land of milk and honey with the swirls
Where reckless naked girls get necklaces of pearls
Compliments of the town jeweler
Left back now-schooler tryna sound cooler
On the microphone known as the crown ruler
Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah
Five-hundred somethin dollars layin right there in the street
Huh, now lets try and get somethin to eat
Then he turned four and started flowin to the poor
Thats about when he first started going raw
Kept the dro in the drawer
A rhymin klepto who couldnt go up in the store no more
His life is like a folklore legend
Why you so stiff, you need to smoke more, bredren
Instead of trying to riff with the broke war veteran
Spliff made him swore he saw heaven he was seven
Yup, you know it, growin up too fast
Showin up to class with Moet in a flask
He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass
His girl is home alone, he tryin to get the ...
If you want a sip get a paper water fountain glass
How Im posed to know where your mouth been last?
Hands so fast he can out-spin Flash
Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash
Boom-bash, leave the room with the stash
Assume its in a smash, DOOM get the cash |
I strive to be humble, lest I stumble
Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with its mumbo
Sauce, Tyson is a fowl holocaust
Hitler gassed your whole head up with poultry, Im fed up
Ignore cordon bleu, stand up, get up
Lunge for your knife, dont forget your potholders
What, these old things? About to throw em away
With the gold rings that make em dont fit like OJ
Usually I take them off with Oil of Olay
MCs is crabs in a barrel, pass the Old Bay
Hot as hell and its a cold day, innit?
Working on a way that we can roll away tinted
Some say the price of holding heat is often too high
You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
The one thats too fly to eat shoo pie
Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
A lot of niggas wish to die
They need to hold they horses, theres bigger fish to fry
Youre on the list, if not, pick a number spot
Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumba claat
I coulda had a V-8
F-150 quad cab but Ill be straight
Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy
That night that tried to rush me, Dwight, pass the dutchie
So I can calm down so they dont get it twisted
Take it from the fire side, it wont get blistered
Got it, what happened? Oh, its not lit
These metal fingers be holding
When I was four, I penned God Was Born In New York
Back in 77, still got nan in the crescent
The effervescence of Gods presence is thick
Unlike vapor, Esther Rolle, extra raw, word to the baker
Peace to the hardworkin gingerbread makers
Looked her up and down said, Hmm, too much makeup
Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
Rappers dont blow up, heads do
My name is Dwight Spitz, Imma Sonic addict
I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
Born under a bad sign, Im serious about this curse of mine
I strive to flip it into fine wine
Barely born a virgin is what the stars said
Black not white, red all over though like Elmo
Twenty-eight years have passed, I feel Im peaking
I make music every weekend
Its a chore, a fact of life, a labor of love
I get mad love but I detest the labor
And its wages, you know death
Im servin life from this gift of God
Dont forget your potholders, my niggas
A short time later |
They stay...
Strange ways...
Wreak havoc, beep beep its mad traffic
Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick
He see as just another felony drug arrest
Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test
Slug through the vest, shot in the street
For pulling heat on a father whose babys gotta eat
And when they get hungry, it aint shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money
Now, whos the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us
When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again
There will be the chopped off heads of Leviathan
My friend, they call em strangers
Anybody talk to him end up in some danger
Theyll never change...
They stay...
Strange ways...
Cant reform em
They pray four times a day, they pray five
Who ways is strange when its time to survive
Some will go of they own free will to die
Others take them with you when they blow sky high
Whats the difference? All you get is lost children
While the bosses sit up behind the desks, it cost billions
To blast humans in half, into calves and arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
Its like making a soldier drop his weapon
Shooting him, and telling him to get to stepping
Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion
Theyll never change...
They stay...
Same Game
Strange ways...
Ya cant reform em
...that Mary was goin around with an old flame
That burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line!
But the guy really spent his money like water
I think he was connected, so I left
Outside it was raining cats and dogs
I was feelin mighty blue... and everything looked black
But I carried on! |
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
Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with-
Dilla mix, mix, mix
Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick
Sketch lyric, betcha bottom nick on some vic
Ick from the drumstick come with the dumb shtick
Sick slick, hidden in a book
The only way they find it if youre spittin in a hook
Listen, dont look now, keep walkin
Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin
Hawk men stalkin hear that we hawkin often
Coughin to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then
Hes like Worf, some say stronger though
Off the top, Jay Strongbow, play along bro
Wear a mask like yo, off The Gong Show
Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro
For ya info when hes not practicin Jim Crow
A actress and some nympho bimbo
Hes playin Ray J, the old tape
DOOM—well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape
Fill it to the rim like brim
Villain and ya wont find him in no gym
Probably a foggy bog with the frogs
With a dot on the guard as he squat on a log
Half cocked and half baked
Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake
My mistake, sign a track agreement
For more Gs than lines and cracks in the cement
In any event, its fake like wrestlin
Get em like Jake The Snake on mescalines
Ahem, elixir for the dry throat
Tried to hit the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote
By remote, send in the meat wagon
Braggin MCs packed in with they feets draggin
These stats are staggerin
Had his Ph.D in indiscreet street hagglin
Villain—his agenda is clear
Endin this year with dividends to spare, here
Its not meant for the seein
Went through the ceilin after enterin his center bein
A new meanin to sales through the roof
Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof
Its the return of the tramp
Who do a duet jam when Ernest goes to camp
For the right earn, knamean 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
We have got to try and find DOOM!
Good luck! |
Hip hop music
It aint nothing like a fistful a cash or a bliss fulla the hash
That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash
Gimme the Timbs Rumplestiltskin brown
A metal face mask with a built in frown
A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
Or Ill break it down for the layman
Bain de Soleil, for that St. Tropez tan
A can a ol gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
Like a fool who stole pity yall
From tryna go up against city hall titty bar
The black mic is like a red violin
Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
Bloody rap game like leviathan
Leave a bad taste, killin my high like niacin
Stop kiddin middlemen need Ritalin
Hit me with the full tin of gin and Im a kid again
Keep the bong lightin straight through the song writin
The super-villain A.K.A the thong bitin, thats inviting all
To the recitin thats dope and raw
Hoping all yall come in peace and its open bar
Tear the roof off this bumba raasclaat
By the end of the night spaz like shazbot
Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
An ill plot thats ten times Ben Stein money, funny
How he rip the scripts with a straight face
With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
Placing rappers in endangerment, whos reckless
With this food for thought sorta like breakfast
You could mark it off as wreck on a checklist
Wear gold fronts, cant afford no necklace
Shit, that there, could go to help buildin daycares
Somebody say yeahh..
Pay ya fares, give the Herbalizers their shares
And yall could pay DOOM in beers; cheers!
I came to the shores of America disguised as a peddler
The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black settlers
Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned
And called to roam the earth in service cause they couldnt maintain at home
This dates back to 1555
When they captured the first tribe of men and piled them in a pen
Fifty feet high
And took em all on a 9000 mile ride
And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before
But read about this inside the ancient books of war
Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language
Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless
Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins
And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion
Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part
The devils cursed God and reversed God
And turned God into dog and made people search hard
No relief came til the prophet of W.D. Fard
To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas
And Barbados, Tobagos, separated us from slave boats
Made our own brothers hate us from Virgin Isle to Jamaica
Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada
Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement |
Its the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs was touchin, never swallowed the ham
Hed rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your mans bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news wont tell yous
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
Rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it, rollin through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me, Daddy, funk me
Im like, Anywhos
Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes
I guess its better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox
Instead she wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory
While hes in his oratory, glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waitin for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
He busted in, blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board
If so, I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch a-go dry snitchin to the popo
Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier
Feel like Ive been gone over a year, came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
Well edumacated, he heard it when he meditated
In deep theta, let her hate the creep later
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Say he stay self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger, ill
And made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomitspit |
Catch a throatful from the fire vocal
With ash and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull
The volcano out of Iceland
Hell conquer and destroy the rap world like the white men
Learnt from a pro as a mentor
Started with a bird nest and burnt it to a cinder
Thatll get the party kickin
Plus your little charred body smelted like chicken
As the dollar continues to lose momentum
He need land from murdered Indians that represent em
Gold is up, urgin all thugs
Trade in yall chains for cash and splurge it on drugs
A more secure investment
Food and water, a couple of gallons for your cutest daughter
And thank him as a Yankee fellow southerner
Dont forget the general rank, Ello, guvnor!
Ello, guvnor?
Ello, guvnor
Ello, guvnor!
Ello, guvnor
Ha ha ha! Ah ha ha!
Vocals spill over like the rolling hills of Dover
Or the Gulf Oil Disaster if preferred youre after
Depends on your status or your stature
Whether you benefit from the prior or the latter-er
Get the fatter check split
How much for 100,000 tons of Corexit?
Sell a Chinese half-priced seafood
Price is like a real nice street dude
Who can knock the most dead birds out the sky
And then, spread a lie, and say he know why? Bet
Get the machine, blame it on the fireworks
Cleanup, yall know where to send the wire, jerks
Black teeth still snack on sweets
And get stacks with the qui mon qui
They use to sell CDs
Now they got fake weed, seeds burning trees, its potpourri
Buyer beware, had to tell this one liar, Sire, be fair
At least untie her hair from the chair while Im here
I hate play lovin her, JJ for Governor
Ello, guvnor
Ello, guvnor!
Ello, guvnor
You can leave on your mask. I dont mind. I like you as you are
Slap sound
Ah! That will cost you extra!
Double slap sound
Ah, haha
Ello, guvnor
Ah! |
My servants began to forge what was to become the most dreaded costume on the face of the earth. The last thing to fit was the mask. Will it conform to my twisted features in comfort?
He cleans his metal mask with gasoline, they after him
Last seen pulling chicks 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, like Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew
Saw her with her drawers down, caught her
The extorter bring slaughter like Well I oughta
I suggest you hand over the formula, dullah
A villain in your land, in his land a ruler
Hard hitting like puffing a woolah 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
Dont 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
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
And now I seek revenge on the one who forced me to hide behind this mask. Dont move you fools. Within my gauntlet is concealed a most effective weapon!
Why are you smiling?
You see
Now!
Thats the end of Doom
I only wish we could be certain of that commissioner
Oh ya? I betchu we wont see him again until Doomsday.
Get it? Doom-Doomsday!
Ya, we get it. Oh Borther! |
The villain took on many forms...
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
After you, whos last? Its DOOM, hes the worst known
Thatll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
Rock it till it burst clone, just dont curse the throne
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
Pan it, cant understand it, ban it
The underhanded ranted, planned it and left em stranded
The best, any who profess will be remanded
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
I dont think we can handle a style so rancid
They flipped it like Madlib, did a old jazz standard
Dont mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine, G~
One black, one Spanish, one Chinese
It keeps the woody shiny year-round like a pine tree
Dont sign me, Im about to get a mil without em
Crowd him off the shelf, hes the villain, and what about him?
So, and hes a jerk and you dont know him
Mad how he expand work but wont show em
Poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
All rise, so far odd as a ruple
So raw, break it down and make quadruple
Its crucial, you could see it in his pupil
And this time when he get it hell waste it on somethin useful
Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey
Damn he could really use a room or a hoe key
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
True dat, she bad, I wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
Rock it like gear for the fall
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
Yeah yall you could say its an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said, I coulda told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder; money folder
It aint funny, nigga
Money folder
The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge
Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled
With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM
This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain
This is no answer!
Very well then...
A duel to the death |
Darker than the East River, larger than the Empire State
Where the beast who guard the barbed wire gate
Is on the job—not my fate, tired of the wait
Til the Villain bring deliverance from the dire straits
Fire at a higher rate, why debate the liars?
Fliers scatter, buy a plate—isolate the wires
Try the straight pliers, if not—the vice grips
A real price-saver way to acquire nice whips
What a steal for real on wheels of steel
Stunner, a funner summer number-one meal deal-bummer
A bizarre phenomenon—is your armor on?
Take your cash, Karma, or break your fast—Ramadan
Transaction drama—aw, come on, Barney
Clack, clack—pardon me, whack rap con carne
He came to feed the childrens like Sally Struthers
After that, hes going back to Cali, wheres the—
Wilder than the Nile, hold power like the great pyramids
Of Giza, and stay leanin like the tower of Pisa
Give him something he can feel thats soft to squeeza
Raw with the pen, and on the mic—off the hezza
Get shot off that wide-eyed talk
And if he had a pot—hed still piss on the sidewalk
Cant take the street out the street-person
Lookin for the perfect beat, coercion into heat-burstin
They couldnt spot him on the spot date
Got the only tape that come with a free hot-plate
Whoever do get to see me sing
With the 3 D-ring, sittin stationary like B.B. King
Can see how it really sting—it aint no front row
Standing room only at the motocross stunt show
The ruckus aint up to Snuffleupagus
Me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers
Vaster than the seven seas, bigger than Mount Kilimanjaro
If they dont know, fill em in tomorrow
On the horror show, a mental note: return Bob’s record
Swear to God, before he gets a job, he robs an Eckerd
Blessed with a hot flow—tested—it got dough
Invested in stress, the best to finesse an opto
As I reminisce, never forgot when I was very broke
Shot the Henny straight, couldnt afford to cop the Cherry Coke
Or should I say, broke with wealth?
To know enough to give them just enough rope to yoke they self
Plan B before I take the ring and pawn it
The long arm of the law couldnt even put they fingers on it
Dog-gone it—do the statistics
How he bust lyrics—its too futuristic for ballistics
And far too eccentric for forensics
I dedicate this mix to Subroc, the hip-hop Hendrix
In my pocket, a note.
Its—from my father.
—from the guards whip. Is this a trick?
Why would I resort to trickery? Youre already a prisoner. What do I gain by deceiving you?
You cant blame me for being suspicious.
No.
Hehe |
Mmm... My cousins friends friend wanna meet me
Saw V on TV, said she need a sweetie
Heard he was the type to do her name in graffiti
And greet her with a kiss mwah, straight gentlemanly stee, a G
Whatevers meant to be is meant to be
She can slip a smile that make a nigga flip wild
Herringbone Name Chain, diamond chips, crips style
With the matching bracelet, sweats with the K-Swiss
Athletic chick who run track, Hey, miss
Pleasures all mine, please call me Vik
Okay, I did a full inspection
Head-to-toe, he rocked black denim
Flashed the grin, sweet as sin
Said to him: Hey, my names Nikki
Youre twenty minutes late and almost missed me
Turned off my CD, I was bumpin vintage Biggie
Said: I love the way you smile, but your eyes look tricky
Yo, I gotta be home by 8:30 or my momsll kill me
She spazzes out when Im late
Plus she says that Im too young to date
So overprotective, I wish shed take a sedative and shit
Yeah, but thats whatever, whats your perspective?
Tell me more about you, Vik
Its love at first sight, thats the proof
He wasnt out right too thirst, but in truth
Fresh as a mayflower, face like power
He had the green light, she asked him: Whats the plan tonight?
Flavor of the night, Samsara and Fahrenheit
He talked, I listened
He listened, I spoke
We walked arm-in-arm and split a Cherry Coke
Spit religion and politics, Sega and chess
Roots and culture, hip-hop, skunk and cess
I caught him sneekin peeks at my breasts
While frontin, namedroppin connects
First started out like she was just Vaughns friend
Used to act grown for pretend, whisperin
Speakin on the phone, for hours on end
On the bone from just listenin, and then:
Call me back, my mother home, spoke to tone, again
Call back and do the same thing tomorrow
If somethin dont give, Ill be forced to ignore her
Gettin on my last nerves, forget it
All this talking shiddit and V aint even hit it yet
Its uncharacteristic of the vet
Hickies on my neck; the whole last night, I couldnt sleep
Practice the words I used to greet you the next time we meet
Think of you and feel heat, that make my cheeks blush
Close my eyes and feel your touch
Get chills when you slip me tongue, picture me with you
Could my fantasies of teen love come true?
Got me wonderin how far Ill go
To prove my moms and everybody wrong
I miss you every time I hear a love song and whenever youre gone
Until I see you, then, I feel short of breath
I think maybe Im ready, to take the next step...
Bet, I got your cab fare, dinner and a movie
Bring a change of clothes just in case its all groovy
Watch when I see you, I miss you a lot, yo
How about a nightcap, maybe a bottle of Mo?
So V can bite your titties like a baby toddler, ho
Oh no, you didnt! You called me a what?
Dont make me wig out
How you gonna let some shit like that slip out your mouth?
If I was there, Id smack you in your smirk
For actin like a jerk, thought you was cool
But now I doubt the shit is gonna work
Im not hurt, Im pissed off, kiss off
Fuck this shit
Wait, I know I play too much
Hey, on the way, could you please pick up two Dutch?
Okay, peace, see you when you touch
I wonder if she ever had her cootie cat ate-ate
Vaughn cant wait to long-stroke it on the late-late
Wait, first, lets get this shit straight-straight
Dont call me out my name, Im not the one to get played-played
Out... Niggas, go figure em out
Theyre all the same-same with a lame-lame story
Like my ex-man Mike
Got my best friend pregnant and he still tryin to call me
Well, fuck Mike and fuck Vik, too
I wound up on Prozac from all the shit he put me through
Only been off my prescription three weeks
And you got me flippin, rippin my hair out
Never thought youd treat me like a pigeon, Im out
Its over, Im gone, so long
Id rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn
Id rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn
Let me watch
Id rather masturbate than fuck with Vik Vaughn
Still... so.. so-so what time you gonna be here, yo?
Aight?
You know Im gonna be waitin, yo, just holla and ring the buzzer
Three |
誰砍倒了櫻桃樹
Today is the shadow of tomorrow
Today is the present future of yesterday
Yesterday is the shadow of today
The darkness of the past is yesterday
And the light of the past is yesterday
The days of yesterday are all numbered in sum
In the word once
Because once upon a time there was a yesterday
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Because the dead belongs to the past
The past is yesterday
Today is the preview of tomorrow but for me
Only from a better and happier point of view
My point of view is the thought of a better or try
Reality, is today is eternity
The eternity of yesterday is dead
Yesterday is as one
The eternity of one is the eternity of the past
The past is once upon a time
Once upon a time is past
The past is yesterday- day
The past is yesterday- day
While were searching for tomorrow
The music is different here, the vibrations are different
Not like planet earth
Planet earth sound of guns, anger, and frustration
There was no one to talk to on planet earth who would understand
And set up, a colony here...
The light of the past is the light which was
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light of the future is the light which is to be
The wisdom of the future is the light of the future see
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Tomorrow belongs to the living
The past is certified as a finished product
Anything which has ended is finished
That which is perfect is finished
The perfect man is no exception to the rule
The perfect man of the past is made according to the rule of the past
The rule of the past is a law of injustice and hypocrisy
The revelation of the meaning of the law is revealed through the law itself
The wisdom of the past is the light of the past
The light which is to be the wisdom of the future
The light of the future casts the shadows of tomorrow
Effect their vibrations, for the better of course
Sun Ra
Sun Ra
Lord Quas
Madlib
Another place in the universe, up under different stars
That would be where the alter destiny would come in
Equation wise, the first thing to do is to consider time as officially ended
Well wake on the other side of time |
Please, read from sheets
I am
Sofa, King
Scared of a bunch of water? Then get out the rain
Order a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain
Then kick a lungie off the tip of his Timbo
And trick a honey dip into a game of strip limbo
Odd, he couldnt find no remorse
A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse
Of course his technique was from a divine source
Never knew the price of ice or what swine cost
One guy tried to bite the heat
Thats when he discovered the other other white meat
Ohh! The one they hate so well
He sure keeps it psycho like the old Bates Motel
They came to ask him for at least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock. Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down like the best laid plan
Bell the cat, who the hell is that near the middle?
Got yall but its not all beer and Skittles
Prepare the vittles, got riddles and spittles
Crystal clear to the jot, or the tittle
Sssst! Its hot off the griddle
Came to take the cake whether its a lot, or a little
Kaboom; DOOM is nervous large
You could tell by his blooming room service charge
Dark and tall to boot
The only thing was wrong was he was bald as a coot
Used to rent a van from Peter Pan, the red and tan
And keep the human foot for his dead mans hand
This was when the mask was brand spanking new
Before it got rusted, from dranking all the brew
Stanking too, pew
Kept all his earnings in the bank and his shoe
Spat what he knew, energy for true
To all fake rappers, twenty-three skidoo
Excuse you, any room in the class front?
For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month
DOOM a human in the Mask, born to stunt
Danger zooming past mad fast on the hunt
Keep your streets, we got the city neatly conquered
Discretely with the CD till they be completely bonkered
The fans demanded it, handled it, swallow it
His own brand of shit, if only he could bottle it
Hmm, nah, shit could get messy
The feds tried to torture him for the secret recipe
He said its no use, I only know half
No speaka de english, I only do the math
BZZT! Felt no pain
His brain was saturated with cocaine and Rogaine
He said, Try scam, no-thing, three-card, dead
Fly man go for bling, he got bled
I jam over sting, see spots red
I am Sofa King, We Todd Ed
We, Todd, Ed
Now repeat all, very fast please
I am, Sofa King
I am Sofa King We Todd Ed
No no, not so fast, loses meaning
I am so fucking retarded
Hohohohohoho, you say, funny thing! |
Its horrible
One lonely evening alone, home
End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
And here I am, known for giving heavy back aches
Grown and living off of Little Debbie snack cakes
Supposed to be checking emails
All I got is messages from ass naked females
I dont know a Jenny
She said its free and I wont owe her a penny
And thats the last time I saw her
But thousands of more horrors on online Gomorrah
And Sodom, they got em with they curls out
And they got a better sales pitch than the Girl Scouts
I wonder what I owe her
For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa
Uh, okay honey, sweet dreams
Now its time to get serious like Peek Freans
A metal handful, wipe it on the quilt
Wife wake up and Im killt over spilt milk
Locked in, looking at your picture
Fully clothed winter and Im right there with ya
Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone
A man could only wish you do the same til he get home
Fat chance, at least he get snacks
Thatd have to do til a brother get back
Until then smack One-Eyed Jack
And hope one of his peoples can hook him with a tri-pack
Thats three different flavors
Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry wafers
Acting all hard, bout to get beat up
Ill show him what time it is once I get this sheet up
Soon as he fell off the beat down
All I hear is, 13th cell, put the sheet down
Damn C.O., what the hell do she know?
Besides the fact she wanna get dug out on the d-low
A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen
Out in the mountains and I stopped drinking again
In the wee hours, hes gotten farther
Needing three showers, being hot and bothered
The wiz with her legs bent, pregnant
God bless the day she wondered where her egg went
I need a L, its hard to drink without it
And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it
Watching BET on jazz for knowledge on file
Every other commercial, college hoes gone wild
Soft batch, I prefer the other bunch
Like we got for lunch, chocolate fudge butter crunch
He dont mess with the Ritz Bits
Wheat Thins, Saltines or Triscuits
Matzos or Cheez-Its
Catch sugar fits every time that he sees
Chips Ahoy, double chocolate chunk
Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk
Even the Oreos, no matter what weather
Always kept em dipped in milk and stuck together
In the game hes shameless
Even uses a code name: Famous Amos
Its cheaper than a short stay at the Days Inn
And good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin
Give a hand to who invented the camera
Skip past the graham, animal and Grandma’s
Shh, make sure she dont wake from her dream chill
Or get caught with a handful of cream fill
Oh, honey! What are you doing? Thats so nasty!
It might seem ill
Ew! Go wash your hands!
Kookies
Get out of here!
DOOM is master of the world.
Id sure hate to see that ugly mug of yours in my history book.
Youve disturbed me for the last time.
: Hey, yknow something gang, that DOOM aint really all bad
: What do you mean, Ben?
: Well, on account of him I had me a real good time. Yknow, I mean, between you and me I kinda like being black
: Well, maybe if were lucky hell attack us once more and send you back, Benjamin
: Ah-haha very funny, very very funny
: He must be mad
: Well, if anyone can do it. Nevertheless lets get out of here, while we can
: Food, we need food |
Give it a sec for the pain to start
This wreck right here, it aint for the faint of heart
They thought they saw the worst verse
From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first
Once they get to know us people dig us
Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggas
Inventor of the more dementeder flow, no bout a-doubt it
This go for if youre bout it, bout it or rowdy, rowdy
Whatevers clever, the master fold
Who every hooker heard of, but now ho know
If we see tomorrow, the next day classes
The Villain in the back with the x-ray glasses
Have no fear, the ninja here
Feel em like the tinge in your ear from drinking ginger beer
When its on, loco head gon lay low
And heat it like beef patty, coco bread kon queso
If you say so lace the whole case load
They say he wear a metal mask in case his face show
He told em they flows is bitch talk and ayos
His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halos
Say, ho, if you never worked a J-O
And keep more cash in the stash than a peso
Okay, yo, yall know who to follow
Tie em up in the crib and leave they place hollow
Oh, shoot, the goose is loose
So wild you couldnt chase it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the first time you taste cous cous
Stash the deuce deuce, troops asking truce, truce
Today on intense wreck week
We have the super villain in his own defense to speak
Its all part of my mental techniques
Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks
Train a sane brain to an insane train of thought
On a campaign trail he came to gain your support
Charge cash for a autograph
Say some shit to make your daughter laugh then slaughter the ass
See em on the big screen like Steve McQueen
Do something and never be back once he leaves the scene
Keep more medicated pads than Stridex
For his own side wreck with no known side effects
Before you press charges use your noodle
So what when he grab the mic he crush your cute cuticles
Keep your mouth shut, everything will be beautiful
It would be awfully rude to you, now get back to your hooty hoo
Damn it, it aint worth the drama, can it
From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate
Soon as he stepped in, he lit the room
Boom, reschedule my noon with Brit Hume
In love with Mary Jane, shes my main thing
Pulled her right from that web head, what a lame brain
Maintain and say it, dont spray it
You wanna see your girl again, you might as well pay it
If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns
Ill have a cool mil for my sons in trust funds
When I was broker than a broke dick dog
I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog
When it rain, it sure do thunderstorm
I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms
One, two, microphone checker
First learned to neck off a Home Ec homewrecker
This is back when he was like crib age
When he hit the stage, its like a gauge to the rib cage
Break the mic like a rock star break a guitar
And jump off the stage like Yee haw!
: We shall now vote for a new world leader. I nominate, DOOM. All in favor, say Aye
): Aye!
: Oh no
: DOOM, is master of the world
: We must hurry
: Wait! If you are really with us, prove it. Let me hear you say it. Tell me that DOOM is a tyrant and must be overthrown
: I-I have spent my life
: Say it! You have spent your life serving a tyrant. DOOM must be stopped
: I fear youre right, my friend
: The President of the United States is on the phone
: Mr. President, youre at the mercy of your deadliest enemy
: It is time you learned once and for all, DOOM. The United States does not barter with terrorists
: You never learn, do you?
: Here, this is the address of friends in New York. Theyll help |
Follow the light. The light is your guide
I am controller of Planet X
And Ive invited you here to discuss something thats very important
King Geedorah, take me to your leader
Quick to claim that he not no snake like, Me neither
They need to take a breather
He been rhyming longer than Sigmund the sea creature
Been on Saturday feature
Pleased to meet ya
And came to wake you up out the deep sleeper, like
He needed to stop before he caught the knee-drop
Even give you more zip-zip than ZZ Top
With full beers thou shall not ball corner
Geedorah like, One more steps, and yalls goners
So-called rich, front if you wanna
When he spit electrics dont be in yall saunas
He only here to warn us what the plan is
The hour is upon us, its bananas
Born alone, die alone, no matter who your man is
Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
King Geedorah, three-finger ring fever
Spring chicken eater, IDed as the ringleader
Who needs a heater? Catch em with bare hands
These same hands that make razors out beer cans
His own biggest fan
And got a fan base as big as Japan
Uh, yeah? And?
All hail the king, and give him three cheers, fam!
Like Hip, hip, hooray!
Do his thing for the little kings like Sling Blade
To the grave, put in work like a slave
On how to flip scripts on the dipstick brigade
Rock em like Sus-sussudio played
Back when we used to rock the shag, no fade
This skilled trade like a tailor made suede
Hit the studio - and Im paid
Half upfront, half upon mastering
Would you like that in cash? Last thing you should ask the king
You dont have to be no crystal ball reader
Allergic to saltpeter, used to be a war beater
In the game like a Wall Street cheater
A lot of rap noise is annoying like Cita
Turn into a triple-X monster from a fairy tale movie
He dont know me very well, do he?
King Geedorah, crush on the seeds teacher
They need to pay em better, she had nothing on the reefer
Heifer, and I had to offer her a stick of gum
She was as thick as they come and taught a strict curriculum
Which is only good for my son
When Im in the hood, razors on tongue
Nowadays its amazing raising young
Rule number one: Keep your fazers on stun |
Metal Face 2
Operation Doomsday
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fiftys
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop
In a instant get smoked like Winston Cigarettes
Hos get ripped off like Nicorette patch
In real life the real trife scene
Might snatch ya life like assault machine
Rifle, dead up setup like bull-fight
Be blunted how we like couldnt white or in full flight
The unemotional call me anti-social
On the run off the gun death tally commercial
Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets
To my peeps G.M., MF on the beat
Rhymes is chosen like the weapons of war
So keep from steppin on my floor or delivery front door
I bring it to yall motherfuckers master yours
My disaster cause: Hell... in gas drawls
The supervillain cooler than a million, I be chillins
Still quick to slice squares like Sicilians
Dont make me have to hurt them feelings
Ill ruin you in the dirt that I be doin in my dealings
Sendin spirits through the ceilin, chrome peelin
Dome blown within the comforts of your own home
Grown big wheelin and high rollin
I hold the lye, it keeps the sty on my eye swollen
Holdin, foldin the pal
Known as massive-versatile
I’d like to big-em-up Monsta Isle
Uummm, Yeah
I saw you in Hell with them gas drawls
Mhm
To my brother Subroc and Black Ju
I crack brew for, two more, three men, two up
I hit the brew up like nobody knows how X the unseen feels
When giving crews a brush with death like between meals
Two times a day with brothers thats tight like a noose
With more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss or motherfuckin mother goose
X the suspicious flirter
Who every hooker hearda, next to malicious murda
A track type vicious fulfillin the pipe wishes
The misses may be legal minus the baby eagle
Any given summers eve dont breathe
Sixteen shots I do believe and one up the sleeve
Master of the O who predict ya last pause
I told yall, Hell and gas drawls
Breakin glass and plastic jaw like federal drastic law
Fed up from fightin secret war wit them Fantastic Four
Versus Doom wit the metal face before I go to state
The ho better settle case
The flow is at pedal pace steady like tricycles
Beware all suckas is froze like icicles
And baggin bitches like nickels
Cause I licked em where they tickle before I hit the clit though
Ima split till I pronounce More hits than a ounce no doubt
About ta bounce, X the unannounced, Im out
And I like to give a shoutout to the brother Jet Jaguar
Megalon and King Geedorah
I call this joint right here Gas Drawls
In Hell with yours |
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the debut grand opening
Of Madvillain Bistro Bed and Breakfast Bar and Grill
Cafe Lounge on the Water
Where we offer you the finest of the finer things
Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week
Three hundred and sixty five days a year
Live on the beats, we have the one and only Madlib
We also have King Geedorah on the mix
Yesterdays New Quintet is here, Viktor Vaughn, Quasimoto
And Im your host, The Supervillain
Just lay back and have a good time
Enjoy the music, you know what Im sayin
Id like to dedicate this next joint to my mans, you know
Big Hookie and Baba from the laundromat
Bear with me cause this-- |
You know, you best to watch out
Til you, be fresh out of clout
Rumors that he got a mouth on the street
You know, you best to watch out
Who knows, who is watchin in
Hope, they dont know
As much he thinks, they know
That what, he drinks, Drano
Rat but, she winks, rainbows
Loser, was twice in the fed
User, whose nice in the head
Choose to, entice him with bread
Air him, they said he was
Ex-pen-dable
Air him, theres no witnesses
Dare him, they said he was
Ex-pen-dable
Air him, theres no witnesses
You know, you best to watch out
Who knows, who is watchin in
Hope, they dont know
As much he thinks, they know
That what, he drinks, Drano
Rat but, she winks, rainbows
This Villain was a ruthless mass conqueror
With aspirations to dominate the universe |
One more beer
And Ill take you all
All of you
Banned from all bars
The man with seven scars
Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, bout to fell
Sunday in the ATL and Im all outta ale
Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail
Mutt drinkin out a pail, who let the rat out the cell?
Got all the ingredients and recipe, might as well
Since last week, the bootlegger been in jail
If all else fail, inhale the L
Makin sure they cant see your sale via snail mail
Mind like a sewer, servin rhyme on a skewer
DOOMll step to a fine dime like he knew her
My black sister! She said, Step back! before he kissed her
She did the dipper and the smack just missed her
There go a list of politics like Henry Kissinger
99% of raps just a friendly listener
Im like, These dudes must have some screws loose to hate yall
Or a couple of ounces short of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball
Yall know its time for the end when the day come
Buy a album, get rudely insulted over fake drums
Same CDs you get for free, you break em
Wa-alaikum, make em eat they food like Steak-umm
Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paprika?
One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker
Every week or so, peeked out the lab though, eureka!
A technique to keep somethin uniquer in ya speaker
For yo information, I didnt do the beat, yall
It aint my fault if she didnt move her feet at all
Skeeter, robbed Peter to pay Paul
So he could trick it on Mary so she can play ball
She better have my skrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast and make you haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly?
Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me
Whoever dont feel him, feel balls like a goalie
One for the money, two for the better green
3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
Told the knock-kneed ghetto queen, Get the head fiend
Tell him its from Medellin and use oxyacetylene
Who needs airplay? Its all just hearsay
Leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day
Miracle glide master, asked him whats his secret
He said, Shasta, it turns to formaldehyde faster
When Im home with my lady, I try to duke her daily
One night, she tried to flail me with her ukulele
Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat
With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat
They better have my skrilla
Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya?
All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E
Drink it all fast and make you haul ass slowly
Remind me to remember what you told me
Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly?
Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me |
As luck would have it, one of Americas two most powerful villains of the next decade— has turned loose to strike terror into the hearts of men
Grunting
...To shock women into uncontrolled hysteria
Woman shrieking
Dont touch that!
The villains themselves were ultimately responsible for much of the popularity, audiences loved to hate
The importance of the villain was not overlooked, of course one of the worst of all was Madvillain
They had no code of ethics
Whats the matter? I was only tryin to have fun—
Get to work on these boys, anybody bring a gun for me?
Yeah, heres one
Not one, but two!— typical villain releases included...
—I know they wanna kiss me, but dont let anyone see me like that, please doctor help me!—
And a sequel
Master of all—
Woman screaming
Both the villains were to meet in—
Your mother was the lightning!
Two historical figures, outlaws and desperadoes if that, the villainous pair of really nice boys who just happened to be on the wrong side of the law, three hundred and sixty degrees. In similar sequences, could not be defeated. Villains who possess supernatural abilities— villains who were the personification of carnage
Madvillain, more accurately, the dark side of our beings
Perhaps it is due to this seminal connection that audiences can relate their experience in life with the villains and their dastardly doings |
If youre waiting for a parade, there aint none
Sharpen up your spirit of adventure, the fabulous gay way
Hey, whats the big idea?
I have no ideas, in fact, Im quite bewildered
Now dont get gay with me
Now listen and keep your shirt on
Grown men in a rubber suit, runnin around with a young boy
Oh shoot, get a load of that fruit
In thigh-high boots, red tighty-whities and blue cat suit
Even the rats know it’s tacky
You ever see me slippin like that bitch, just smack me
Posin Chester, legs open, couldn’t stand worse
All was missin was a bandana and a man purse
Cryin, dyin, laughin til glands burst
Faster than a speeding glass, bleeding-ass ran first
Fixin baby hair, messed up wavy curl
Under the cape the back of the S say baby girl
The things some people‘ll do for fame
It’s an herb, it’s a lame, its, a Goddamn shame
Villain willing when them cold streets call
You can keep your hero and hold the meatballs
Worthy title, lock it with pockets on empty
He work harder than a steam engine like John Henry
Turn dirt to dollars like Don Henley
Ugly and still get hollers like Ron Jeremy
At least monetarily terribly
MCs need therapy, it’s like a fairy spree
Hit him with a kryptonite brick
Children come and prick his dead body with a stick
Wrote this lyric from in the bed with a chick
She had the tightest grip around the head of my
How much money you got?
I aint got but four dollars on me
Damn
Anyway I dont got this whole for ya
Shit, you must be some kind of faggot man
My partner a faggot, why dont you come on out here man?
Man, what the hell?
...Bic, now can I get my pen back
Got no enemy, got no friend, black
With the Green Goblin got the Batcave robbed
Bust in Batman’s head bobbin’, slobbin’ Robin’s knob
Yall already got your belts on the floor so
Kick them shits over here and click off the porno
Alfred come home, and found them both naked
Handcuffed to each other just as he had suspected
Red and chrome Batmobile, wheelin‘ and dealin’
Aquamans sleepin with the fishes for real for squealin’
Psst! The lo-lo on a seal skin blazer
It’s just a little graze from a razor-thin laser
Amazed at all these so-called wannabe players
Showin off they titballs to all the free-gayers
It’s like a leotard fest
How it got started is any retards guess
Regardless, that’s they choice, no hate debate
Becomes a problem when they try an attempt to go straight
And raise the monster rate in the whole population
It’s starting to affect the super pimpin occupation
Now who’s the hater? Headline the newspaper
Fate of a fake you out caped crusader
Tied to the tracks, make a damn tram derail
Rap is like scam spam Nigerian e-mail
The man with no beard is more weirder than a she-male
Sucker got bagged on a Temazepam street sale
Told em one of ours set it up, yeah doubt
Did it like the dirty drawls, wet ‘em up and air it out
You got any money?
Listen, you got any money?
Man you goin crazy? What the hell for?
Four dollars only, damn
Batmans gay |
: Running desperately low on food, they were forced to turn back
: Well Ill be!
: Whats that villain doing?
: Princess, your voice sounds familiar
: Well it should. You see, DOOM wants me to marry him. But after seeing what he has done to our peaceful world, I despise him. He intends to destroy all of us if I persist in refusing him, even now
Sheitan never came so ill, he got skill
Met a brother from the grill that gave my spine chills
All thirty three nerves, controlling my curves
Common sense just swerved every time I got served
Stress, frustration, empty rhetoric
Cold as winter in Connecticut, compassion lacking deficit
Thought it was love like, sent from above, you not a soulmate
More ways and actions of a primate
Who by low and census coming faker than extensions
Pissed away all good intentions, outta here sister was missin
Intuition, maybe it was me, I couldnt see
Holding onto fantasy, getting bitten by reality
War wound, purple heart, love veteran
Morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine
Anything just to forget the hurt
Incoming! Take cover, hit the dirt
On the front-line, theres casualties in the mind
And the POWs get left behind
Mentally scarred for life, love is war
And some chicks are just too hard to wife
I shoulda deaded it from genesis instead of hittin the Guinnesses
Now Im free falling, cursing at the street, bawling
He ceased calling, no appetite for feast darling
So deep all in, I bet he never stop balling women
Forsake God for the sin of a man
Sacrifice a whole life for a slice, overstand?
Maybe its a lack of pigment, loneliness imagine figment
Only got the car tinted to pull extra Gs in it
Damn Jody, comin with the okie doke, pokie poke
Steady rockin boats, got me aimin for ya throats
Sniper scope, werent we supposed to elope?
Propose then ya froze, I dont think that I can cope
War wound, purple heart, love veteran
Morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine
Anything just to forget the hurt
Incoming! Take cover, hit the dirt
On the front-line, theres casualties in the mind
And the POWs get left behind
Mentally scarred for life, love is war
And some chicks are just too hard to wife
Constant frustration, stemming from a no-win situation
Rushing lust and fornication adding to the complication
Patience is a virtue, pain run deep when love desert you
Listenin to whisperin, choosing chaos over discipline
Simpleton, life should really be a piece of Entenmann’s
Relationships strengthening, flower essence: Penstemon
Gentlemen, my favorite shit, so Ive never forsaken it
I persevere, make it fit, sculpting and reshaping it
Taking sips off a fifth of it, passionate, intense
Incense candles lit, scandalous
Emotional bandages, why would he abandon this?
Guess he couldnt handle it, the boss is magnanimous
War wound, purple heart, love veteran
Morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine
Anything just to forget the hurt
Incoming! Take cover, hit the dirt
On the front-line, theres casualties in the mind
And the POWs get left behind
Mentally scarred for life, love is war
And some chicks are just too hard to wife
: Oh boy here we go!
: How come all you college boys wear them faggotty-looking white shoes, they look funny as hell. Ah looks like she got burnt laces
: You didnt wash your neck. Sometimes we dont wash our necks, but thats ok
: Oh I washed my neck. Take-take a look at my neck
: Hold it right there you!
: Where you are going, there are no jokes
: Im beginning to think that armor plated Gargoyle doesnt like me |
Adult Swim presents: Danger DOOM
Why did you buy this album?
I dont know why you did, youre stupid
Fuck yourself
Ha ha ha ha!
The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe
A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe
Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre
Digest a group and sell the poop on eBay
Danger with the vest screamin Shoot the DJ!
DOOM clickin over two chickens, three-way
Four in the 5, a cork on the freeway
Villain find a way to make em pay whatever we say
State your intentions
I really love your tape but I hate your inventions
Very well - what you want, a brownie?
He took off the mask and whispered Put me where you found me
He kept his paper digits in a chunk
Once joined a rap clique - Midgets Into Crunk
He did a solo on the oboe
Coulda sold a million then the Villain went for dolo
And cited creative differences
Basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses
Rappers suck, when they spit I doubt em
The crap they sing about you wanna slap the fuckin shit out em
Psht - time waits for no man
On a blind date, a lover with a slow chrome hand
Judged him by his shoes, hot smelly Brogan
Budged him with the news, called him pot-bellied Conan
No prick barbarian
A strict beeratarian, a sick pair of Merry Men
The beat is like a swift kick in the rear end
The stiff dick made her lose her lipstick and hairpin
He said Djamn! Act like you know me
Even with the mask on, show me what you owe me
Tell her brush her grill and wash her face and twat homey
Dumile got her like Inuyasha got Kagome
What we have here is a failure to communicate
If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight
About DOOM the Great, a lot more confident
Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent
It was time well spent, vented
Spelt and dented, hell-bented and heaven-scented
A wire is dead, hes in it for the cash flow
Id like to send a big up to Firehead Lazzo
Let a brother know once you lasso Hasbro
So when he come with Destro he gets no hassle
Could hardly get a word in and
Wonderin what the damage is to retain Harvey Birdman?
Yo uhh, Danger! Its me your old buddy, Shake
Ahh, I heard youre doin a little project and uhh, yknow
I hear you talked to some OTHER PEOPLE
And I thought you were smarter than that
But obviously I am WRONG cause you know my rappin is the shit
I dont give it out for free though! So uhh, Ill do it
Feel free to call me, at my number, which you have |
V. Vaughn—the travelin Vaudeville Villain
Who dont give a flyin fuck who aint not feelin him
Watch what ya dealin him: Ace, king, death card
Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, that everything-you-touch-turn shit
Got much to learn, kid; write it up, burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him when they meet him with the cash belt
Ay caramba, now thats my number
One dry summer, as far as I remember
Burnt-out, but gainin every edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
Call him back when you need some more yak, Horshack
Doin 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
Your man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto
Get back too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be knob shiner
For a buck, theyd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik its no big deal, theyre just a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
Like Oh well, hold tall riches
If the feds is really after them they just kill all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
They act like their monkey-ass can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what yall bellow out ya yellow mouth
What happened to the typa spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast
And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class
Snotty ass, its really like he was a white-belt
Right before he night-night ask him how the light felt
I wouldnt take their tape if they gave it free
Maybe its me, baby its V!
Throw down the key, yall know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so giddy
Thats no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he take no prisoners and show no pity
Its how son became a big man from a black boy
To name names, a really big fan of Dan Aykroyd
He feel they need to give him his own dance
This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smokin
Or between Hokuto Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken |
You mean to tell me that this is not music
I could fucks with this, I could fucks with this
Its the mystic, materialistic misfit child of the imperial empress
Ever since birds flew, I been spitting this wittiness
It should be considered a sickness
Can you blame him for making an engravement
And leaving the game the same way that he came in
Say that we came this far from cavemen
How hard could it be to spark fire with a drumstick
If the flows that Im spitting are far-fetched
Ima kick it regardless, they listen to nonsense
Digressive korrupt recreation in progress
No question if they raise they arms yet
So tell me can you smell that funk?
Got nothing but blunts and Mami with the junk in trunk
ProEra be the troublesome bunch
And they gon remember that name in a couple of months
I got it locked on the indigo ribbon
Feel the rhythm as its swimming out your stereo system
And Ima keep on runnin with it
Yea I got soul, I was brought up by colored women
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
The jazzy ambiance keeps me right where I belong
Ever since infinity and beyond
Lyricism isnt appreciated in song
And I wont dumb it down just to be business smart
Your beats cool but it isnt from the heart
And of course, your bars just dont require thought
You hear the lions roar every time I perform
A Deviant, Defiant to the lies of the art
My goal is to try to bring light to the dark
High voltage like lightning, I spark
Vanish, living in the eye of the storm
In a sense its gone but my mind isnt lost
In reality, vanity is our sanity
Then we lose sight when were trapped in sanity
Think about the two Is In Insanity
And read between the lines, its more to it actually
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I dont think they comprehend
Said Chicagos the game and Im all for the win
So tell me if its bongs or hemp |
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Off his rocker, hes off his rocker
Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
Only reefer swervin over here while I’m driving
Where your registration? OG license?
Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
White hoes callin and they asking, Where the dope at?
What? Whatever
Modern day Sammy how I wrote with that Sinatra
All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
Listenin to salsa, rhythm of maracas
M.I.A., Anna Nicole just sippin in Sri Lanka
I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert
And they gets no pay
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Frankie, me boy, dont know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Im so high, youre so high
If I take another sniff then I just might die
Take another sniff then I just might lie
Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
Underground nigga, but on top of the world
Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way
Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked
From more stocky stock
Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
Thats no poppycock, pirate
We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
Dilate, or keep it one hundred
From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort
One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
Or maybe he gon sing Calypso like Farrakhan
Or Frank Sinatra, mon
Pssss, haha!
One, two, alright! |
His names DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But dont worry
Believe me, hell get busy
When it comes to
Poetry hes got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Jump em in like jump rope, double dutch
Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch
Cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone?
Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness
He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic
Not an eye test, yet I digress
But why stress? Try and remember when
Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn
The type to hit and run and go tell a friend
Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton
He know, flow like interstellar wind
Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again
Ahem, one-two, check me too
Loose wreck see through your goose-neck EQ
His names DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But dont worry
Believe me, hell get busy
When it comes to
Poetry hes got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Ayy, if I may interject
Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
Cornier and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and dont phone me on the late night
The beat wont fail me
With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily
And all that kerosene aint cheap
Villain been deep since a teenage creep
Peep, he always was a gentleman
And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right there next to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
He dont know his own strength
When hes on the bone its like the microphones length
And width, aint it funky like dingy socks?
Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box
His names DOOM
They wonder just who is he
But dont worry
Believe me, hell get busy
When it comes to
Poetry hes got plenty
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la |
You know when youre gonna come in?
Nobody will never ever, ever, really, really know
Because the more you know, the more you know that you dont know shit!
Niggasll never run out of shit!
So much shit, so much scripts through here, niggas never run out of shit...
Enjoy the roller coaster ride
Walk the path of Jesus, witness if Hell freezes
The mind teases reality, crack the pieces
Nothing eases; being chastise with blood baptize
Guys revise, acknowledge past lives
Statements will be made, acknowledge me
My mind is Heavens gate so enter me
My mind is the gate to Hell, so try to flee
Both gates look the same, which will it be?
Demons scream from thought process
Enter semen, child born, stress
Body want to sleep but the mind cant rest
Measure pleasure through financial progress
When it come to currency, love is nonexistent
Foes modify, friends become so distant
Some hope you die, backstab in an instant
Foes I despise, disguised as allies
To sabotage, camouflage, loyalty is lies
To see God, look into my eyes
To see the Devil, then you look into my eyes
Cause Ima slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat em up
Speed em up, slow em up, speed em up, slow it up
Brainsick, tick, tick, tick, MF blow it up
Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat it up
Speed it up, slow it up, speed it up, slow it up
Brainsick, tick, tick, tick, MF blow it up
Take air, compress it, bless it, mix loops like Ku Klux
MF dont give two fucks
Nigga, quarterback blitz, popped, quickly fumble
Leave game with concussion, seeing stars and mumbles
This happens to any emcee that wants to rumble
Dynasties destroyed like Carringtons and Colbys
Noise, reduced, MF thinks in Dolby
Chop that ass in half like Obi-Wan Kenobi
Greatest of all time, God straight up told me
Greatest of all time, the Devil even told me
Icicles on surfaces of sun, we livin coldly
Prophets be phony
And we attack, we switch like the Wu-Tang symbol
Still kill Jack even though quick and nimble, plain and simple
Pick niggas off while they ballin
And die old like Stalin
Yes, Death, I hear you callin, I accept collect
Human sacrifice, must pay respect
We catch reck, nigga, we catch reck
And, we gonna, gonna
Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat em up
Speed em up, slow em up, speed em up, slow it up
Brainsick, tick, tick, tick, MF blow it up
Boom
MF Grimm, MF DOOM |
Mmm
Ladies
My favorite ladies
Mary—you make me wanna eat you
Every time 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 see-through
Like my genie in a bottle
Miss could get me rich look 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
Unlike Ally—sometimes she get 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 met Evie
She make me feel all fuzzy inside, its loco
You wont get nowheres near her if youre broke though
Kept a shorty mad fine n much thinner
If caught, I get mad time just for touchin her
Knock wood, so much for hymens
So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds
Little young thing, she 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
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 fuckin 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
Every time she sees me, I end up gettin towed back
All she want me to do is blaze it crazy
The only one complaint is that 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
Mmm
Ladies
My favorite ladies |
I remember when, last past November when
Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberlands
They left him trembling, he was not remembering:
Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem
Some would debate, Wait, the fella ate gelatin
Or he been listening in to what his weathermens was telling him
When I could feel it in my melanin, its compelling
Us to break them off, no reassembling
No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to
Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
You could gather round like it was an eclipse
Just dont look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the scripts
Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails
All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
700 volts holds rap to a standstill
Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
And built with Passion and a glass of the Ze
And I knew it was the last day - Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason
Mostly with these crimes of treason
And youll be lucky if theres no squeezing even this evening
From how hes feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick
Hes the villain with the million dollar voice-throw trick
Hes like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speakers back
Couldnt think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack
It dont really matter how big them is. So much as a nipple
Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self
Aint no average MC ahead of me
Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree
With nicknames, sick games as Rick James
Messy games, Sci Fly such as Jesse James
Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker
Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker
Got bagged cause of the dirty chick with make-up
Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May
To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod earthday
All else? Worthless to say
Thats when I knew it was the first day - Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of treason men
And yall be lucky if theres no squeezing even this evening
Its like a mosquito, the much sweeter resent the act
I been bent back since my Physical went back
Since, Cultured more of my kin
And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole
Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold
To round Nimrod release day
And all else? Needless to say
Wait a motherfucking minute! True facts presented
The names was probably changed just to protect who aint in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4/5ths was converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating
All types of different styles of treason |
Born like this, into this
As the chalk faces smile, as Mrs. Death laughs
As political landscapes dissolve
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
We are born like this, into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that its cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charged so much, its cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this, walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God
The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs, land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shape the earth
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The rotting bodies of men and animals stink in the dark wind
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that, the sun hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter
DOOM from the realm of El Kulum, smelly gel fume
Separating cell womb to Melle Mel, boom
Revelations in Braille, respiration inhale, view
Nations fail and shaking of a snake tail make due
Blazing swords trace the haze, praise the Lord
Saving Grace, lace your broad, she say she bored
A crazy straw, ink and stale dry paraffin
Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison
A bad samaritan averaging above average men
Rancid rants having rambling savages scavenging
For scraps, perhaps roadkill, if that
Gift of gab, and he flowed ill, chrome stiff hat
Known for writing lightning tight lines, chiefin
Beefin, being off deep ends, divine bright shines even
Dimes quiet as mimes by design mighty fine
Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind
Need mines now that was this is then, listenin
To sizzlin officialtons whisperin, Him again
Metal Face Finster playing with the dirty money
Sinister, dont know what he saying but the words be funny
Major vet spaded through the vest with a bayonet
Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget
Make her sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits
Then it gets wilder with more childisher degenerates
Three thousand years ago, Moses said:
Every human being is responsible for his actions
Or thy being is still a beast, not yet human!
You ought to let your uncle flow, my motorcycle trunkfuls
From two-one two-one, lose crumbs to chunks in bundles
Hands down, better than what your mans used to get
Standing around from where the translucent looses spit
Missing wheel, you dont listen, youre a feel-head
Sitting in the kitchen pissing, twitching, kissing steel lead
Crime pays no dental nor medical
Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal
You heard like roaring waters in a seashell
If a tree fell, you couldnt tell from three cell
Be real careful, they tell him by the earful
Kids doing skid bids, acting out is terrible
Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on
Pants sagging back when you used to meant you had a skirt on
Squirts posing as thuggers and hustlers
El Eloh closer then yalls ball huggers and jugglers
Motherfuckers!
DOOM is transmitting a message to you
Super fools
I need to use more power |
The world is under attack at this very moment by the most powerful forces man has ever seen! Fate from the depths of the earth, Operation: Lifesaver is in effect, as of right now!
Wow, it caught me off guard, went to breathe out and then she made me cough hard
Contact the god and let him know to slip two in, fine. How are you doing?
Can I get you a drink?, This ones a shoo-in
Awkward situation that Im on a mission to ruin
Her big butt and smile was like camo, hit up the mens room, we need more ammo
Watch your 3 oclock, a new recruit, thats her gin and Juicy Juice
Use a stick of Juicy Fruit , she just knew she was cute
Its in her own best interest, its less stress
Hit her with the Do you need a mint? test
It dont matter if shes slim or dressed to impress, I wont rest
Fellas dont fess, some of em just need to eat the whole thing of Crest
-Its in effect!
Its been a long day, its just how the song say:
Operation: Lifesaver is in effect, as of right now!
I hope she dont take this the wrong way
Are you ready?
Are you with it?
Okay, lets go, you know what to do
The whole worlds watching and counting on you
And all you people listening out there, everybody, everywhere
Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!
Yeah!
Yeah!
The Official Adventures Of: The Magnificent
Scratch The Magnificent |
As the life cycle goes on ... goes on
And you learn to hold on
To things like the mic ... the mic
And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
But who is
Tommy Tashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
Time and time and time, my mind, Im trying to find a tumor
Tommy Tashuma, no time for humor
As soon as one of ya mens dead in Hempstead
You trying to find Pumas
Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
We ready to do whatever, yo Doom you with it?
You know it like a poet, my brother
Hey, Gunn you wit it? Whatever...
I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-off
To bust a shell off, to dick-riders: Get the hell off
Made a call to a client, he mustve had his cell off
A show-off, he has the same bike Puff fell off
I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
Which niggas is wack til they last two tracks
Matter fact, yall could wait for the rep to tell
The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell
When die, he gon die like a soldier die:
Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach
Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
He gon try to preach the streets then go to the sky
Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
I need a cut: a taper-up, edge-up
Niggas cant measure up, Im here to get the treasure up
Stands up and hold em high, do or die
He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
Got the weed, rolling lah
Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
Within the prophecies hold the lie
He bled my mother and my father, but cant bleed me, OD
Ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but cant bleed me
A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but cant bleed me
Sci-Fly, whole style stuck up
Used to talk to myself, I told him, Shut the fuck up!
Buckle up, cause its about to be rough
He said, Keep talking that shit, you bout to be snuffed
Then we squashed it, I let em know: Watch it --
We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit
Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
For a pussy nigga face to hit the dance floor
I pull ya top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
Now its all good business, and so this bitch is locked up
On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your bitch got knocked up
Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
Damn, I just shook your hand and cant stand you already
Cant stand you, understand you deadly
But my hammers like a band, my man, its Brand New and Heavy
Yo DOOM, you ready?
Yeah! Yo Gunn, you with it?
Whatever
Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day
Remind me of the same style I flipped on Hey!
Yikes! Who can fuck with the likes
Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mics
Metal grill, with many styles, better still
Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
And deal, and run rings around rhymers
And run rings like number runners whose old-timers
Shorty in the all black, she think she all that
I called her, she said, Dont call back!
She called me, now what you call that?
Lets go back, I sold crack
Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, toke that
Fuck! Where that ho at? Where that dough at?
Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash
He love her, motherfuck her ass
Metal feet dented your car fender
My agenda up in the basement party tipping the bartender
Is unbeknownst to you -- who could get body blown?
MF like Mike Fran Corleone
And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
Raised by a pack a wild womens like Sweetback
Front? Imma be back!
Like niggas in the streets act
Of black misery
The finest |
Confirmation of your worst fears
Ever since his first years, had a thirst for beers
Back from the future, itll make you more sober-er
And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
Im like, fuck it, bubble-baller
Catch em up at Bobs show, stall him with a troubled caller
Bastard, who could make Gs faster
Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
Theres four sides to every story
If these walls could talk, theyd probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
Its really getting gory, tell your problems to Maury
Dont bore V with the glory, hallelu-ey
Crews be like, fooey its all a buncha hooey
I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
He had a new sicker song, I think he call it Lickupon
Umm, but, uh—he study rhymes and patter-ins
Climb so steep sometimes the beat dont be mattering
Sounded like a half-dead from Scurvy band rock
A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life hell try harder
Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for buy or barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya
What a guy, practice banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers
Tell em when they come with more topics besides blazers
Enough with the guns already, theyre all toys and lames
The joys in the aim, he asked him, hows ya poison game?
Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
These flows you wont find in no how-to
If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out you
Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
Just dont be near the mic when the on-button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
Delivery to all yall motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Copping more pleas than when a rap nigga bicker on
And thats my word is bond, I think he call it Lickupon
Umm, he wrote this one with a fever, sick in bed
With his dickhead inside a chickenhead
No, a dead chickens head, he said it help his nausea
If he lost ya, wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickbackll leave your wig ragged
For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag
Survival, keep a rival in denial
And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole
Die calmer than a suicide-bomber
V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma
Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn
Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon |
Victor, a stranger to see you
If Im not working or putting work in
Im either wheeling and dealing
Or probably jerkin my—
Yep—listening to nothing, taking no suggestions
Or destructive criticisms, that cant improve on perfection
Rock a crowd in sections on a good night, the hoes fight
Always get the dough first then everything else goes right
At least thats what they say and who the fuck is they?
Make a hick say what the hey? brought that chick from sick bay
Ensign, he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
Before he bust blast em, never trust no Cardassians
Captains log supplemental
The Klingons are now aboard the Enterprise rental vessal
On my cue photon torpedo
Oh and if Im not on the block with Jorgito
And so on for the street though
Smoke a pound of leek though
Im jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show
Dont let the drama getcha
In the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger
Bitch niggas talk behind your back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman, son, daughter
The beat sound like they underwater, make it fun to slaughter
Even if you hear some whack shit you never give a chance
Some shit sound like all you could do off it is river-dance
Its not a hobby, dont be sloppy
Doing deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery
Nobody supposed to get bodied, golly
This shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably
Its not me he got a ill spills knot in Brooknam
Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
While working on new developments for the book bomb
In one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm
BOW! look mom, no hand
Studied black magic for years out in no mans land
Its like a barbecue all swine cookout
To fuck up they plans like a blind man lookout
Cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it
The same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit
Norbit, yall better off going corporate
Nobody wanna hear that bullshit its too morbid
Theres no prints, he hold the mic with a mic glove
And rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love
Like on top of the world loser keep it gully
Rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly
Its why they brung V he still hungry
And spit something thick on the mic like a lungy
Mind ya daughter she on line for the water
To get lucky like when she find a quarter kinda sorta
Remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?
He only came to save the game like a memory card
Ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude
And its way too many lets not and say we do dudes
He said 24-7 I be on call
He use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall
Numbskulls.. get to stepping they dumb dull
And how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull
Cats be like whats wrong with your man black?
Biohazard suit and Van Grack for the anthrax
Jeez and cant get no peace
Form blazin sword for the police robeast
Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report
And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought
You aint know he sell hooks and choruses?
They couldnt bang the slang if they looked in thesauruses
Its like a friendly game of dodge ball
Oddball God yall, who played the garage wall
With the Stan Smiths checkerboard lace
And the brand new INF they aint check the boy waist
You saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped
Or popped like a Becks top, respect the drop
Its too much wreck hops
Who next to get they neck chopped
Or popped like a Becks top, respect the drop
Woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do
Groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew
They out of place, beats sounds like outer space
With no time to waste he was Audi without a trace |
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Id like to thank you all for joining us this evening
Let me know if yall with me, yall
Just a couple of things I wanna say
I only play the games that I win at
And stay the same with more rhymes than theres ways to skin cats
As a matter of fact, let me rephrase:
With more rhymes than theres ways to fillet felines these days
Watch the path of the black one: Supervillian
He wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor, chillin
Ready and willin to inadvertently foil that
Plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat
Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose?
And holds mics like he knows karate body blows?
Nobody knows the trouble I see
From the MPV fly dirty tailin the eye bubble eye thirty
For the record; this is some shit I just thought of, yall
Science fiction thats not admissible in no court of law
I live to rock mics 3-D
The only reason I seek to stop—to snuff the TV
I heard beats, they sound like karaoke
With monkey rhymers on a leash like dont have this fairy choke me
Hit em with a penny so we can get these peanuts
And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts
They locks Lex Luthor up in Green Haven
Since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven
Misbehavin rap stars need Listamint
Call me Mista Bent
Im at where your sister went
Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke
Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell—
—tell a joke
This could lead to catastrophe
Bout to stop the violence right after these last of three
Shots from the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me, Get off, I said, Bitch!
Let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick
Then it hit me like the point of intoxication
Nigga, come out and rock this nation like ox defacin
A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation
In this worlds strangest, most dangerous occupation
But you could do it, you the Super like in your building
Villian like trife Kinder is in All My Children
Plottin and it sure to pay ends
With some real mature womens, and some more of they friends
And when bad men roll tight, its actual true
Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue
Who grip necks of Becks to triple X?
He just came in 4-D: Follow the ripple effects
And itll lead you right to him
Oh, snap!
It seems you walked into a trap, through rap
Zoinks!
This place is filled with pretender willies
One false move, and get broke off like end of Phillies
True believers
Aint nothin new to a
Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh-uh-
Rhyme of the month two page long
Bustin off two gages with my cape on wrong
Son, its on, remind me of a Raekwon tape song
With a fleet of super bad... Status: Rae Dawn Chong
Let me know if yalls with me, yall!
National and geographic down to the titty-bar
Rep Monster Island City, yall!
To all my brothers who is doin unsettlin bids
You could have got away with it if it was not for them
Meddlin kids!
Hey!
Hey! |
Give me a little bit, a little bit
Just a little bit, or a lot
Pieces of the dream that I pick up in my mind
Is not blind, how I fly
Every day when I look into your brown eyes
I get high, oh how high?
Pieces of the dream that I pick up in my mind
Is not blind, how I fly
Every day when I look into your brown eyes
I get high, I get high
I, I get high
Look in your, brown eyes
I get hi-i-i-igh
Higher, higher
Higher, higher
Higher, higher
Higher, you make me higher
I fly I fly
I fly I fly
I fly I fly
I fly |
Goddamn it
Super motherfucking villain goddamn it
About to get these millions, stacks and shit
Yo, his dip tried to tell him
Ooh, youre like the sun
Chasing all of the rain away
When you come around, you bring brighter days
She told him
Youre the perfect one
For me and you forever will be
He told her
I will rock this microphone ... always!
I hold the mic, like niggas hold their girls tight
But I aint after her, probably your Acura pearl white
The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it
To be specific more times than dimes in a briz-nick
When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick
At the Garden, true, thats the God in me, pardon you
Jeepers! I was tore back, the ho gained access to my beeper
Called back my secretary gatekeeper
Like I aint peep her, I said, Darling you was stupid though
You know the Super Villain, ho
I had this style ever since I was a child
I got this other style I aint flip in a while, it goes
Pure scientific intelligence, with one point of relevance
Emcees whose styles need Velamints
And once the smoke clear, tell em its
The Super motherfucking Villain, nigga came through raw like the elements
On 99 plus one of them
And with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him
When we with yall, we had tons of fun
Me and my duns and them
Actual true and living sons of them
Dead planets and God-Us
Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge yous
Fool, and wont feel remorse for shit
Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits
Scientific going berserk like Red Alert
I really went to pick up wiznork for cheddar dirt
To fund these experiments is where I went
Obviously dead bent, and spent every red cent
To rule you, and still drop more jewels than schools do
Or even TV news thats designed to fool you
Yeah you, who hear the most grimy suggestions
From brothers with fly names and I.D. questions
Thats a Secret like Victoria teddy sets thats edible
Thems not ready yet for the incredible
Team of MCs who broke all fakes
Who thought they were slaughter proof
Stomping through like North Face waterproof
Tat-tat, thats the end of that
After hit the bar where baby girl bartender at
I told her more wine, mingling with no single mentions of
Stay tuned for more spine tingling adventures of ... |
Things take a turn for the worse
Send him back where he came from
We got shots fired down the street
Ba-di-yahhhh
Alright, steady
Ba-di-yah, ba-di-yah
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
If they get the Villain surrounded then-
Good to the last drop niglets
Hood til the blast pop them bigot-ass piglets
Go for the bosses dicks or higher
Beatwalkers still get caught up in the crossfire
Get at the sarge, he give the orders
The rest of them punksll quit the force or get slaughtered
Use stealth, play alleys, jet
Wed rather not alert them nosy Federales, yet
Keep the local random cases in each state
Escape to the beaches for the season and be straight
You on call, keep your Nikes on tight, no white
Anybody tell get lighted on sight
The ringers on a need-to-know basis
No persons, places, things and no faces
Get bagged, youre on your own, acted alone
Back home, your famll be provided for while youre gone
Its a price on all snitches
If you nice, bring back eyes, fingers, toes and pictures
Send copies to those who singin the blues
Mothers and fathers whos unjustly accused
Our species is in danger
Wear gloves and strike in a city where you a stranger
Thatll let them fools know
And send them a message, let them P.O.W.s go
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
Now you have your orders, do your duty
A new way to let the shots spray
A few drops a day, double espresso, D.A. latte
No smell nor taste, hardly traceable
Wait to waste a prosecutor paid to get the case pulled
Learn em a lesson for givin bros mad stresses
A long list of C.O.s names and addresses
A fake judge with many years on the bench
That sent some good cats to the chair, was aired in a trench
They say her tongue was teared out, smeared and drenched
The whole system scared in doubt with a fear stench
And she was tortured, some say post-mortem
The suspect took his own life before they caught him
Its real spooky like a real trife movie
Remember the part when Terminator killed Tookie
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
If they get the Villain surrounded, son, then shit
Shed blood, somell be shooken
Just look with they head in the mud, red flood
One of the things we ran into the unknown
We we couldnt get at the door pulled as quick as we wanted to
And once we did, finally pull the door and breach the interior door
Theres a man trapped inside of it
Basically that man trap is a cage
Fore we run in, were stuck in there and they can shoot us
While were just, were stuck in a cage |
From Venus to Mars back to Earth
Back to the HBO satellite
Its showtime, nigga
King Geedorah on the boards
MF DOOM, and I am Mister Fantastik
Expeditiously I be on my grizzly
Feds try to creep me somehow always miss me
Mister Fantastik put the busy in the bee
Rock from the bottom straight to the tizzy
Who is he? He need to get out more
Or either get outta here like some dang outlaw
Standing like Lurch, no herb in the record bin
Called him for a random search from curbside checkin in
Its on nigga, on and cracking
Like Diggem, lips be smacking
Running off at the mouth steady talkin bout us
On some shit they overheard but enough is enough
Yeah, Its neither here nor there, black
Warfare in your ear, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Whats that? Youre hearing things! Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Be wearing your thinking hat
No matter how hard they try
They cant stop us now
We got King Geedorah on the boards
With that golden sound
They dont know how we get down
When were out of town
So, when you see us in the streets
Dont be fuckin around
A hundred things on the re-up, of course Im living fat
My Mercedes outside, nigga, where yours at?
Top down on a good day, Decatur, out on Wood Way
Got cats thinking should I stay, fuck what the hood say
Niggas wanna rob me now
Bitches wanna slob me now
Hoes didnt holla last year feel sorry now
Practice jumpshot, Reggie Mill, Robert Horry now
The nigga that you with played like Atari now
Lyrically unorthodox, I flow continuous
Never on a straight path, Im known to bend and twist
Put it down from the suburbs to the tenement
You bet against me but wanna wonder where your money went
I get the cash, take niggas out like trash
Known to stack a mean stash, they used to call me Pure Math
Back in the days, all I did was stay paid
But as they say in the South, bitch; Gimme some head
Excuse me, Mister—do she got a sister?
Who he not to kiss her? True—she do got a blister
Now the movie plot twists like a Twizzler
If I needed my meat burned Id go to Sizzler
Getting paid like a biker with the best crank
Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank
Type to just blank and dont show much pity
When Im in the city, I always keep a dutch with me
Touch her titty til she ask me where the trees is at
Or tell me dont squeeze that, rats wanna tease a cat
Let the dog beg, wait up, who talking?
DOOM with the hog leg straight up New Yorkin
No matter how hard they try
They cant stop us now
We got King Geedorah on the boards
With that golden sound
They dont know how we get down
When were out of town
So, when you see us in the streets— |
Up in them 5-star tellies saying two mic rhymes
Be them average MCs of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without saying the producers name all over the track
Yeah I said it! What you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them medics
Alphabetically stuck on that A grade shit
Now quit now before we pour
That sure shot pure rock cocaine flow
From the top of the key for 3 -- Villain!
Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner spinning, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay youths when it comes to whos more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose leaf words per dollar
Ya heard? Holler - broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
Its a stick up
Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swoll like penile flicks, give em 20
The danger in his eyesll let you know hes a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, styles all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tonguesll fuck around and leave your mouth
DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes aint worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String em up, ring em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro
You slow, you blow the soup on you fools, his own Boss like Hugo
You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death or at least until we break up
Heres a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from being hot
Its about if you can handle being cold or not
And we was told to hop on no ones dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since yall
First to do a lot of things in the game but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And dont do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet its raised anyway, its so amazing, are
The three L.I. brothers from the other way of thinking
Hey your ladys winking, I think you need to control that
Or Ill have to hold that
The elements are airborne, I smell the success
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies til I turn blue in the lips
Sipping broads like 7-Up so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdates September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late |
He sold me dust!
Get him!
Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the muck and mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin liar
A real shuck n jiver
Vaughn never been a duck-n-diver
He spit on the mic, yuck—saliva
Hold it like a truck driver hold a CB on a sharp turn
Still clutchin his chest from the heartburn
Whats your handle? I need a Zantac, Ahk
And thanks before I blank into anaphylactic shock
Rock or disco, chocolate on a crisco ho
Cock diesel, and still tell a joke like Joe Piscopo
Tell em the basics, basically, break the Matrix
And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics
Thats why they actin standoffish
Eat the beat by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
Tell my hoss, he said broads call me Vaughny
I make sure I throws em back if theys too scrawny
Or boney, phony MCs use a stand-in
Leave him hangin like if I aint know where his hands been
Hussy, how bout we bloody up your just for me
Bust a knee, then go finish study, a plus degree
True victory, a new sick story
I never met a chick that was too thick for me
Holy Moses, my old earth know me closest
On how I played the back and stayed bent like scoliosis
Its no puzzle, you can ask Doc Zizmor
The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like Bizs jaw
Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces
Live since back when 25 cents Icees
Used to turn your tongue the color red
Now they want to fill ya full of lead
What the fuck that young fella said?
What kid?
Its Vaughn the red blooded
Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted
Yoke him if he run, Ill be there in a jiffy son
With the flame suppressor like off the 151
Quit your bitchin, or get BLAUW in your babble-box
Punishment for dry snitchin, so now eat this Travel Fox
Youll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly
Only thing he said was, Can you please pass the jelly?
Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut
On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob
Either that or get smoked like hickory
Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly
Know the stee, write a rhyme like a mystery
And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, Your nigga, V |
Madvillain...
Jump on the track with a hardcore hustle
With a busload a niggas this time we brought yall muscle
Wildchilds the one to uplift most and its confirmed
So tonight lets bang this Madvillain music till its adjourned
Who rushes in head first with the full force of a ram
So the source of the verse coerces the course of a jam
Went to hell and back, saw devil sellin crack
In fact, had to come back with the brother with the mask by yellin Black!-
Power to the people, who support raw music
Blessed from the start to keep upliftin progressive art
To come out and uplift words, take verbalistic leaps
To the next splurge, concoct dope poetical excerpts
Whos the expert? With the physical frame
Whos mental was tamed to get over in this musical game
When the Madvillain breaks your dome youll see your interval depth
Was written for those that slept, we took one-hundred per cent
Unpredictable steps... Say what?
Whos the one that rocked up a party with the vigilance urge
When smokin the ism the vision is blurred, but vengeance is heard
And just when ya got caught up in the cynical thought
Intervals in the shape of a mic get pushed straight through your heart like...
screams, with the sound of someone getting a mic pushed straight through their still beating heart while moaning orgasmically |
The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin sick and tired of a friggin liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangoes
A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop, before you hit it, let me warn you
She did a cool hula-hoop but dont get any on you
Its all a big scam to make yall eat pig ham
When hes on the mic hes like the triggerman, FIGJAM
DOOM, not to be confused with nobody
Especially, since the flows he used was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study
Crews got no clues like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics
Its a gift, dont get shot for kicks
With the same slick used to plot Sig Figs with
Spotted at a chick flick, holdin hands
The other one on his swollen glands, a golden chance
Thats why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin in a old van, is what he told his stolen fans
Is that you? True, matched from hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatts Blue
Black Jew like thats new, patch me through
No latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two
Super, hes loaded dice nice
And overpriced, an arm and a leg; owe em your life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin there be problems by the goo gobs
Aight, somebodys robbin Lou Dobbs and them tonight
And hes on the next flight, moonbound
And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound
Got some peers thats gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs
Why are you listening to this backwards?
Hey Mr. Thundercleese, whats that you were singing?
It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom
Well I always say, nothin livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom
Better than an amazing pair of jugs! |
Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Who asked me what we dont got that you got son
For one flow thats elementary, my dear Watson
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these drums off, truly yours, G Rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical lost, black, Im not the cool Sleestak
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poisoned a few, niggas who be biting styles Im like pork too
Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got blues I chew whole crews thats bud dry
So I ask why the styes from the cess
Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest
The super motherfucking villain grip the mic with an iron hand
Throwing MCs to the fire from out the frying pan
It aint no use in trying, man, son stop crying
Fronting like you death-defying, you need to stop lying
Speak your piece only once youre spoken to first
Now let me hear your verse while Im choking you
With well refined rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like Predator
Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
Aint you glad I took the time to write their names down to big em up
Id like to say, Hi, its Sci.Fly the odd Merlin
Thats quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling
Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
Who see God toke but never see God hurlin
My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host
S to the U to the P E R-uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror
Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower
Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows
Single-handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
Thats that n a smash way how he did it
Motherfucker probably couldnt peep it past a minute
Exquisite scripts, that quick shit, go with flow
Thats how we do it though |
I dont believe this!
I get rid of those two evil maniacs who try to ruin my show
And I get two evil GUESTS who are trying to ruin my show
FEH! Just who came up with the stupid idea
Of giving Space Ghost a talk show in the first place?
How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal?
Any given second he could go mad postal
Stay wavin that power band space cannon
And have the nerve to jump in the face of Race Bannon
And punked out; luckily he deaded it
And guess whos the schmuck whos credited with editing it?
Your man Moltar, the cop out
Aint have no other career choice, he dropped out
Since when the Way-Outs included Zorak
Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax
Im not the one that sold him to it
If he wont admit it, Im not gonna hold him to it
Its all love and no hate though
For all that, the Villain need to get his own late show
Do a monologue and jest with the guests
Madlib, switch the beat and walk him to the desk
With Danger holding down the control room
Late again returning from commercial - I told you DOOM!
Early, hes on B.P.T
Catch him on public access free TV
And were back, live on the air with Brak
So Brak, how your man got a show thats so whack?
Have you ever thought to work with Err and Ignignokt an them?
And do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm?
Another sec, his neck woulda got flames
Mouse switched the screen to some hot dames
Tonights audience will receive miscreant videogames
And fifteen seconds of fame, pitiful lames
Its just a shame; Im zonin
Competin for the same prime time slot as Conan
No dummy, Ichigawa
Announcement free lunch to any stunt who lets me plow her
In the shower for an hour, the kids sposed to be asleep
Or else the joint will sound like Road Runner - BEEP BEEP!
Later this week, Big Ben Klingon
After him theres no one else we could afford to bring on
Keep it ghetto
And let em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go
Id like to propose a toast
To the grossest host, Space Hos Coast to Coast
That destructo rays a played out gag
And the cape and the pants suit, lookin like a straight out-
Dag! Dont mean to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchie
A light snack, hungry munchy
Felt a funny hunch then she told him donkey punch me
Tomorrow its Father Guido Sarducci
Father MC, and Charo Coochie Coochie
With her new best seller, Who You Call a Hoochie?
A proud sponsor of the snoochie boochie noochies
Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs
And find out how to get inside them sugar pie walls
Our next guest a real cutey specimen
And shes startin to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson
So Judy; boxers, briefs or fig leaf?
As you know I wear my boxers so my big
Cue the rapper tell him bring what little he got
Up against the Villy, its really not diddly-squat
Until they head hurts - when it come to wreck
Crews is like them dudes in red shirts off Star Trek
He Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy
Been B-Boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys
Born to be the host with the most
When its on its on, Space Hos Coast to Coast
You think Im just gonna hand over my show to you, DOOM?
Have you lost your {fucking} mind?
Listen; Im not gonna hand my show over to you
You know why? Because, its my show
Mine, not yours - Space Ghost
It aint DOOM Coast to Coast
Yeah, yeah sure, here are the keys to the show
Why dont you drive for a while?
Yeah Americas cravin some DOOM, here you go |
Super motherfucking villain, chilling
We out to get these millions
We chilling
Ay, yo, this chick tried to tell him
Ooh, youre like the sun
Chasing all of the pain away
When you come around
You bring brighter days
She told me
Youre the perfect one
Me and you, forever well be
I told her
I will rock this microphone always
Ay, yo, Steez, what you cookin up?
Niggas wanted trouble with the troublesome
So I went ahead and doubled up
Momma always said you better hustle if you wanted lunch
Aint no such thing as runner up
From M-I-A to D-O-A
Its no games but I know my CD gon play
And with everything I do its PE all day
Thats D-O-P-E so them fiends gon pay, shit
Son is always outshining em
The high from the squadron that was hidin in the lions den
Sleepin, countin all the sheep to start a riot but
They aint even know I had a shot like silencers
You get the mental picture
World cup flow, I cant kick it with ya
Naw, Im kidding with ya
Ask your little sister
J Steez on this grind like benefactors
Its the Steyraz comin through your 8-track
Play that, but keep it low key, a flat
Lay flat when the war comes
Aesop Rock meets swing jazz and gym class
So PE be them supervillains
Groupies flockin at the concerts just to boost they image
So you spent it on these stupid women
Out buying whores shoes like true religion and superstition
Niggas wanna picture me gone
Like when Biggie went to war with Mr. Shakur
Lyrical spawn with a little twisted Jigga and Nas
But I was born to deliver like umbilical cords
Fuck what you heard, this is an eargasm
Classic, feel-good rapping
Magnum saliva like salvia Im spittin up spasms
Based God trippin off acid |
Villainll hold a mic like hes mean and his tummy hurt
In a clean pair of 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 Biggs 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 no muscle tank shirt
You could find him in the pub with a 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 |
And so, Viktor Vaughn hid from the world
A fascinating story, but it changes nothing
Oh, word
Nah, yo, change that beat
Thats alright, but, the other shit— other shit was iller
Word, word
Yo, that shit is dope right there
A modern day marvel, but terrible— better, horrible
When he grab the mic from son, he crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he aint mean it, totally by accident
After the show, he didnt follow where yall taxi went
Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill
They on the opposition to his ass-wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And its super like 1-A, have a fun stay
One day, he plan to put in a runway
With enough land for his own projects and gun play
Section eight penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
A lot of yall ass out like gay runaway
Its, how they say? Semi-risqué
All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way
Have the average MC say, Give me a sick day
They really aint got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a durag in a bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit
He writ this skit in Sanskrit
If the pants fit, sport em, but rock em low
Your man like Rollo on the slow, cant knock it, though
Its like the same hustle, bro, two knuckles glow
Tucked in Le Tigre just to let the name buckle show
Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You dont watch her, he might house her like Doogie
Just to cut her loosie like, swoosh, Mitsurugi
Gooey gum drops
Who he got his style from? His pops
You gotta give the bum some props
Ask your sister, her beat box is more thicker
DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure the price is right before he come on down
Rappers be on some, You, you, you
Forgot who they talking to, too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some, What this button do?
DOOM cheat the game like walkthrough
Run em, son em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo
The way a lot of clowns get down is unnatural
This flow flip like oranges, apples
Rhymes is like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, dont eat scrapple
First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone
Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on
In came the Villain with the old gear like, Hi, there
Yall play the rear, this whole year my year
Metal Face beard like Brillo pad
Yall know his steelo, so dont feel so bad
Seed call him, Old dad, the one the old ho had
Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads
Okay, pal, pay him like PayPal
So we could be A-OK, not O.K. Corral
I think today, Ill make the ladies say, Ow
And maybe fuck around take a bow now
Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades?
Used to be straight As and still made the grade?
Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast?
Year after last, he left back in the retarded class
Shouldve went to BOCES
Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be?
Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent
Find out where that bitch went, get a room, pitch a tent
Yo, Max, yo, change that beat, yo
You got another one?
Nah, yo |
Break out the fine—
Villain!
I warm it up like Kane in his prime
Fuck with us, you insane in the mind
You cowards way out of line
Money talk, boy you wastin my time
You dont want to put the work in
You just want a taste of the shine
Real talk, so its hard to trust
Im in it for the long ride, like I drive a charter bus
Scars and blood, from the deadly bars I bust
In Czar we trust, the army buy they bombs off us
Blog about it naysayer, you can hardly doubt it
Whos the best? Whos the worst? We could argue hours
Runnin through soldier field, Im Jordan Howard
Nowadays they respect money more than power
Money, power, respect, we all want some
I aint waitin, I needed it, one lump sum
Made men trade hands with young guns
They stopped manufacturin the cloth that Im cut from
I be laughin at the beef as though Im body-shamin exes
Only time you set-trip is when you binge on Netflix
Reckless, runnin up like, Eso, listen please
Alright I like the beat except the snare, kick and keys
Geez, I teach but I kill them when the class on
So I got no pupils like Spidey with the mask on
Generally speaking, each rhyme is five star
Split personality, I ride with a side car
I cant think of the rhyme, it must be misplaced
Its on the tip of my tongue like Stan Smiths face
Hold on - hmm, something bout a fly sound
And how you got no bars like a dry town, so pipe down
The beat bumps like bad skin
Captain gonna teach stuff, shout to Kraglin thats the line, yo
Let the mind take you where the cameras cant
Its very necessary like a Q-Tip Grammy rant
DOOMs jet lagged, good afternoon or is that night?
Militants speak proper, some airheads said he act white
Catch flight, bread good so he tends to pack light
Got jokes, but usually dont engage in no snap fight
Could be considered a waste confrontin snakes on the back bite
Detrimental to culture that they lack sight, ass-wipe
Catch him on stage, mad hype, with a trashed mic
Month later, in the gutter, glass pipe and a flashlight
Lookin round for something, he still scurry
Bewilder, incite riots, the minds gone blurry
There wasnt really shit to say, much to they chagrin or dismay
The licks had em on the ropes, then he made a big mistake and hit the hay
Went home and hit the day
Burn the midnight oil and freak the shit a different way
Disaster, time is a component
Settin fire to rappers in a monumental moment
And the games potent, its like a never-ending quotient
A minute ago it was smiles and hugs, now where the fuck the dough went?
He so bent its like he set the shit straight again
Bombs finna drop and he aint even close to sayin when
Nothin ever stolen
Was given as a blessin, think the Universe owe him
Got faith in the vessel but know when to keep rowin
Yeah and get up out your own way when deliverin a poem
Those who think they do, dont know him
No different than a squad of birds ready to blow him
Sorry Charlie, get back up on your Harley
Win, lose or draw, plus beat you at Atari
Drop they ass deep in some far-off Safari
And probly even got the answer to, Who the hell are we?
Metal Face squad drone, tell the real ones, Shalom
In a calm tone, bomb thrown |
Mmmm!
The flow is toe in, precision as an afro trim
All big letters but isnt no acronym
Smack the thin grin off a chin for crack smoking
DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken
Chrome grown men doing business with Anglo-Sax and them
Lacking swing but that banjos so relaxing
As the wax spin, hacking axes in the wind
Pretend its just a pen, see if you can pencil em in
Tense, mention men of honor fenced in
Census is tens, the wheels fall off then its the end
Dont get keelhauled in
Villain always been, feel real genuine ballskin
Not to call the whole crowd out
Its just a few chumps, and you know who you are like a shoutout
Place em in your loud mouth and taste em like a pastry
Waste of space face hastily bow out gracefully
Disappear, reappear and disappear again
Villain not his hair, hes no Afro-American
If thats the case, hed be a bald-headed African
Taking all the credit and jetted, astral traveling
Turn a man into a mannequin for AFLACn
And being tough actin Tinactin bluff jacking
He wears a mask so when he dogs his face
Each and every race, could absorb the bass
In the place to be, dont believe the hyperbole
Its like a murder spree, get sniped verbally
Or beat in the head with lead pipe languages
For street cred, leave him for dead in anguishments
The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses
Who came to help the people with they minds in they asses
You set trip and get a grip like Spalding
These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin |
Is it much, too much to ask
Not to hide behind the mask?
Head on straight, mask on crooked
Exit stage left, with the cash gone, took it
Off like a khufi, the fit was a bit doofy
He tried to get screwy, with that two for you
One two for me, G, cut the cranky attitude
Wet em like a handkerchief on a stanky fatter dude
Whether yous a rapper or a dang singer
Once you in, theres only one way out, like a gangbanger
With a new crew key chain, and street name
What set do he claim for fame? Peep game
Just to keep feta and stay dipped
You need it like a letter, or better a getaway whip
This old things rusted
Encrusted as the gold rings the old kings busted
Planning in, global starvation and fat herb
Now what in tarnation did I go and do that for?
Stuff happens, like getting snuffed for tough tit rappings
See I told him enough, quit your yapping
The same apply to any and all chumps
The only question he had for yall was, How many lumps?
Three or four? Either or
Mon chéri amour so why you need your heater for?
The super villain slid in your party for free
Want an MC, get out of here, kid, you bother me
The day I took my mask off, my face was missing for two days
For the record, G, came back a year later
A whole new identity, Tony Starks pedigree
My money green like my nickname was celery
Who is Ghost? He flashed his toast
Never wore sheets, but bulletproof coats
Oh no! The feds cried for the mask back on
Told them Ghost is dead, hell return at the crack of dawn
Few years from now, him and his pals
Before the Jetson era arrive, hell be back summertime 2005
With a half of face iron
The other half water, look like alien science
In the summertime here, you can see the face boil
But the other side, I keep lubed with the Pennzoil
Mad loyal , when the winter time come
I gets stuck cause my brain all numb
Its like I ate a thousand ICEEs and frozen Pepsis
Aquamans pops cant water check me
Disrespect me, indirectly
I seen his feet and they both lefty, he steppin half correctly
As I stroll the globe and terrorize the planet
With a Bill Clinton mask and them Playskool hammers
Me and DOOM, always be the best on the landing
Superheroes for life until our souls vanish
Check me out, my name is Brak and thats a fact
I got a mom and a dad and they are out back
We sit by the pool and we nibble on snacks
Then we eat a big lunch and we all take naps!
Whyd the beat stop? Hey! Hey!
I got a mask too so gimme the mic!
Cheh! Youre no DOOM
Cmon Danger Mouse, gimme that beat!
Turn the beat around! Love to hear per-cussion!
You suck!
Turn it upside down! Love to hear it...
I know talent, and you aint got it
I WASNT DONE! |
Id like to start off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for this Frankenstein monster
Along with my partner whos a bro of few words
We did this research for true nerds and two birds
Piano; do a show, same time, watch it
And guaranteed to give em more than just hock spit
MC extraordinaire, technique sort of rare
Caught a glare, sure to scare, next week, more to share
From the most retarded-est artists-es this year and forever
Villain nem, your mean big brothers love ya
Definitely felonies, telling me
Treacherously MC, yelling B, set em free
Let me see, that strategys misleading
Gs all in the freezer with the batteries and Z-Rims
He, him stalked the concrete with bunion
And wont hurt corns when its on like the stun gun
tsssst Not so shocking
Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxing
Debunk punks with a stock flow
And make it funky fresh with no socks Oaxaca
Madvillain been as high as Kathmandu
And tilted to the side like that fat mans shoe
Look, not to give a mixed signal
The rap game got more toys than Kris Kringle
And hes fake, yer ears is not deceiving
I cant believe my eyeballs no more than Steveland
No wonder, OMFG
Snuck him like an unexpected blow from a lefty
Caught me, almost shot her eye out
Felt good though, even with the cotton dry mouth
Time out, okay, time back in
Never seen a living human being with black skin
Whats crackin? Besides smoking trees and wheezing
With no reason working like a broken tetrahedron
We get paid and get even
Building, still get mad when its time to get v-vanim
They thought the Don had gone silent
Since deep in his studies hes accepted non-violence
Dont make him have to skip some classes
And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the fastness
Cut the raw with melatonin put a little more in
Strip club full of whores and grown men snoring
Keep the block sewn like Thread and Bobbin Bonus
And make sure the Cs know they never ever owned us
Beat a dead pony and sell the corpse for glue
Get a portion off the proceeds for the shoe
No need to bleed if there’s no big to do
Flew a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a platinum card debit
Come back, broke as hell, ask the god for credit, dead it
The mask is like a hand crafted ghillie suit
Only if the ladies could see him, they’d say hes really cute
Hmm, thanks in advance
Don’t try to be cool now, had ya chance
Avalanche, rappers is Bagger Vance acting
Who need to fix they pants or get smacked by the MAC-10
Or 11, or both
Find Jesus, see the reverend, take the oath
He moves his huge hands in the dark like fate
Waitin for the date to drop the tape like bait |
1,2 1,2 yes!
Yo, its King Geedorah, combined with the forces of nine ether
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meters
Disasters cataclysmic, mystic natural
Its about time we hit yall with some substance thats actual
I got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy
Since 2003 ends the reign of the jiggy MC
No more roaming on this planet like scavengers
Scientists broke the code of the Gregorian calendar
Defying laws of space and time
Trying to trace my lines, hold up, respect the architect
Digital Roland, my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in three steps
We stretch across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the millions just for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just dont stop until I make a killing
Nah Im kidding, but for real
The world aint the same no more
Take your life to next level or remain no more
Take your life to next level or remain no more
Word up, word up
Well Im colliding with the mind of a
Survivor surviving, uncover the time brother
The high volume wide column, Height slalom
Preferred jog on the side
Dodgin mirages, conquer the vibe, hunger lurks
Nine to five work saga, god bless the life
Father trife, travel to light
Balance the globe off life, vocal pimpin its throat
So you know how we go down yo
Struggle in the ghetto yo
Metal throat, settle the dough, live showbiz
The cannonball, weapon, Man At Arms
Four section, super intelligence, balance
Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine
Crouch tiger, dragon , craftmatic
Watch ya back, if, catch this
Fascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic status
Stagma flag, then overstanding the plan
Bar scan, identify camera shots
Streets watch, Timex clocks
Punch lunch on the dot, five minutes to rock
So we blue-block cruise, its old news how we do...
Im a drop one rhyme, for every time I cross the thin line
Between yours and mine, see, its part of my design
Shifting paradigm, Yin and yang combined
Must be out ya mind thinking Stahhr would never shine
Props due, focus with a hawks eye view
Im all that, a plantain, and some Ital stew
Gettin spinach, British, ATL to Venice
Even Abercrombie figures open off of this verb elixir
Magnetic attraction, raw as Millie Jackson
Straight open in the caption, here comes the Hicks and Braxtons
Lyrical contraction, delivery reaction
It started with a passion, thats just the way it happened
Born with umbilical cords strapped to Korgs
Won’t drop a Kurzweil hustling Zip disk files
Sharp with the needles, found no IVs for the feeble
Yall fiending for the sequel and the beats not even EQd
We have a snake to catch! |
Danger DOOM in the hizzy!
Widdy widdy widdy widdy widdy widdy widdy we
We need food
Im rappin
Money - that and
I wanna get some steady bitches and hoes
And some candy for my nose
Some diamond stones, to roll with my chrome and
Hey, genius, you even know what that means?
Uh-uh, what does it mean?
Wheres the keyboards, and the tambourine, and the guitar?
And you know, I mean, the stuff that like, white people like
We had a piano
Somethin bad-ass, like uhh, I dont know
Like uhh, REO Speedwagon or somethin
Hell yeah!
Aiyyo, I know this dude right
Carl, he wore tight blue sweats but wasnt glued too tight
All he had upstairs was a crude light
You think thats weird? He lived next door to a food fight
Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat God
Even though you still eat lard, by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin of which or who
Voice all squeaky like they tuned it up a pitch or two
A chunk of burned up witchs brew, get your crew
See if they cant get past the stench of the stew
It stank like a septic tank full of pig poo
He mostly only turned into a frank or a igloo
Switch your view to the brother with the fried dreads
Not to be confused with the incense selling thai heads
His name rhymes with Mike Hawk
You could call him livewire, eye sockets, Frylock
Able to shoot electricity through his eyeballs
And blast all through your single sided brick and drywall
More interesting than professional wrestling
When hes online, you can find him on Instant Pestering
Whats up with your boy? Hes not a soft or hot drink
Whoever dont like it could suck his straw, its hot pink
On some junk like Gucci on a classy ho
Might splash you in the face with nuclear pistachio
Make a fast break, or thatll be the last mistake
That assll make is what you get for messin with Master Shake
Look out, dont block the screen son, lunge across
Tryin to watch Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force!
Rock this cult hymn, sock your mean younger boss
Psht - Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force!
He often wondered, should he get the logo tatted to his woody?
He could be #1 in the hood, G!
Easily
Shake callin, he-heh, you know I wa-ahhhhh
Id just got off the phone with somebody else and uh
That wasnt about you
That was about me being upset about something else
I shouldnt have called you but I did
Cause I just, I like you so much
Im REALLY looking forward to us working together
And just, as of now that Im calm
And after Ive apologized profusely - probably too much
I am available, call me doggie - woof! |
The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.
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How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:
from datasets import load_dataset
dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/mf-doom")
An example of 'train' looks as follows.
This example was too long and was cropped:
{
"text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}
The data fields are the same among all splits.
text
: a string
feature.train | validation | test |
---|---|---|
945 | - | - |
'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:
from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np
datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/mf-doom")
train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03
train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])
datasets = DatasetDict(
{
'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
}
)
@InProceedings{huggingartists,
author={Aleksey Korshuk}
year=2021
}
Built by Aleksey Korshuk
For more details, visit the project repository.