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Thats right—I got problems and personal issues Stories thatll make ya eyes tear and wet tissue Its true, Im +Madd+ like the +Rapper+ Im so upset I gotta put it up in my rap before I snapper After the things Ive seen from Atlanta to Queens To the mean streets of Brooklyn when I was a teen Back and forth to the Islands, scream when I left But adapted, and still my dreams havent left I only hung with the crack kids we not the best Me and the ruffest ruffnecks went chest to chest Now my best friends locked up north I wont rest Til I let him live his dream through me and I confess That even though both our hearts was dark his was darker Best believe when shit got spark he was the sparker And when the block got hot he was the fire starter And if I had beef my nigga Raja was a martyr I wonder how certain people come in my life I wonder whyd I get in so many fights I wonder why sometimes things just dont go right Why I gotta live this life hey hey I wonder how certain people come in my life I wonder whyd I get in so many fights I wonder...why I gotta live this life hey hey Yo, you one of the most important people in my life They called you Dice but I called you cousin We was buggin cause I figured that we both had something in common You loved to chat reggae music and I loved rhymin But still they aint call you Dice for nothin I seen you shoot with the williest cats and leave them with nothing Somethin must have pleased that bluffer in you To make you wanna take dough from those tougher than you Throughout school we made money together When you was on the floor shootin, I was the side better And yo we cleaned out them cats and took the scraps But you wasnt a ruff cat and cats knew that I knew eventually them thugs would try to hurt you If I was there, Id never let nobody hurt you, its hurtful I knew they wouldnt let you take the money and run Thats why I shoulda came when you told me to come I wonder how certain people come in my life I wonder whyd I get in so many fights I wonder...Why I gotta live this life hey hey I wonder how certain things dont go right I wonder whyd I get in so many fights I wonder...why I gotta live this life hey hey Yo, it was June sixth 96 Graduation night Made it through the school shish shootin dice gettin in fights I even sparked a riot, til the school got quiet And dismiss just got tired of usin my fists We had some shit like knife pipes bottles and sticks Cant forget them 380s, Nines and 22s Best believe, many dudes was paid in my crew We made a name for ourselves boy Ive seen some drama Seems my momma never dreamed shed go threw so much trauma comma, pause you Ask about cops and laws Well that shit dont exist when you black and poor So we broke em, but at that night my heart got broken Choken on the weed smoke, drinkin rum and gettin open Not to mention, never a big drinker Im a thinker But Im thinkin hey this my night, pass me more liquor Fight breaks out, Im just too nice to get in it But my brother got stabbed and I missed it Word up, its crazy Why I gotta live this life hey hey I wonder why sometimes things just dont go right I wonder why certain people come in my life I wonder.. yeah.. why I gotta live this life hey hey I wonder why sometimes things just dont go right I wonder whyd I get in so many fights I wonder...hey why I gotta live this life hey hey I wonder why sometimes things just dont go right I wonder why I gotta live this life I wonder...why I gotta live this life ay ay uh ay Thats right...your life..

Phantoms, eerie tales of suspense Yeah, just a phantom anthem Traveled in a trio, or maybe just abandoned Its random, found one, take your grandson for ransom Got im with his hands all in the cookie jar Playin hooky, gettin drunk, later on, took your car Soul Of Mischief: Til infinity, got a bone to pick And the phantom will forever remain on your shit list The other one give good advice, well dressed, real nice Knows your worth, sets the price, keep you out the hood for life Think that would suffice, but really its just the beginnin Third one got you drunk and high, runnin round here chasin women Wife wonder how you diss fam and disgrace your children Dudes is wired like that, its still an all-case buildin Drats and double-tracks, shorties with the bubble fats Ay caramba, trouble jack, phantom steal another track Bet your life, double that, think you havin fun in fact Slip her one too many times, may not be no coming back Never let it happen Lose your phone, tell side-chick, Get to packin Other phantom write it all down and get to rappin I fought a ghost in my apartment, he had too many hitpoints He bested me and told me I shouldve invested in Bitcoin And then he lit joints and offered me a Fanta can He drove a Phantom then he started singing Phantogram Well damn, Im like, Isnt this convenient? It didnt take a genius to sniff it as somethin fiendish He introduced himself and said, Whats your name? For the next four days, we played the exquisite corpse game I sold my soul to im for some new hightops Told The Phantom guide my hand and I drew Cyclops Best wrestlers get possessed to do high spots Hey, I stay toasty at Smoke and Noob Saibot, yeah My man was kinda the best ghost He gifted me a new rap book thats probly ya Death Note He was the homie though, we shared the same virtues He showed me his soul once now I only wear church shoes Turned out he wasnt dead, just very fatigued My apologies, I buried the lede Im real bad at tellin stories yall, probly shoulda Told yall from the beginning that he wasnt, he wasnt really dead Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms Phantoms, phantoms, me, yeah Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms Phantoms, phantoms, haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt Yo, I used to hop the 3 train, always out for more wax Smoke blunts with danger, trouble at my doorstep Stared death in the face, left him with a sore neck The Devil himself cant resist the raw dialect Clashed with the titans, robbed stores with Lucifer Seduced a temptress, threesome with Medusa The phantoms, they surround me like Dolby sound Like they seen a live nigga in a ghost town Never was afraid of the dark, I was goodie man I learned early, the boogeyman is fam They say Im evil, and my mind is twisted I say Im godly, my lines is wicked Haley Joel Osment, I see fake niggas Gravediggers, goons, trolls, shapeshifters I always feel like somebody watchin me Slayin demons on the reg, shotgun with Constantine Fuck a phantom, Im fed up with phony fantasies Fake fugazi fantasies fam, we far from family Foes feelin free to forge with fetti and fame They fabricated, fascinating like a Frank Frazetta frame Fools falsify facts, friends figure its fine They fail to, fix the fraudulent and formulate a Frankenstein For real, your focus fuzzy like footage of The Flash Or the first pharoah fossil found, fetch a flask Force it down fast, cause floods in the forecast You dont know a fraction, forget the half Follow, your financial futures finished Phantoms got you free-fallin for females and fish for the fictitious Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms Phantoms, phantoms, me, yeah Why do these phantoms always wind up haunting me? Yeah Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms Phantoms, phantoms, haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms Phantoms, phantoms, haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt-haunt

Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah Wahdahu la sharika lahu—by far Rock, rock, yall, between the tick, tock, yall I came out the Magnolia like the beetle, the genie of the incense smoke From the church steeple, mixed with the prayers of the people Pollination, Subhanahu wa taala Nation Global recalibration, Roc Nation causing shock waves In the basement, seven thousand kilohertz With every verse I heal the earth, with every line I drop The tears of man into a cloud, in a fine mist until it bursts And rain from the brain, snowflakes for the pain The flow is just so insane, we wondering why you came Heres a jewel, son; be yourself Quit looking like someone else, get your dignity off the shelf The true Jedi code is stealth, stay in tune with whatever else The Asiatic galactic master of the atlas Author of mathematics civilized the savage, terrorized the clerics Big black chief like Robert Parish I broke the deputy neck while Metal Face shot the sheriff Soul rebel in the deadly bout with the devil Conquerin every level, the best part is where I settle Spread love through every ghetto, plus suburbia Me over the track is a acquisition, a merger couldnt be any further Woke the game up into a fervor then disappeared like the burglar The style you never heard of, the very premise is murder But sweeter than a Werthers, roam the Earth like Bedouins and Berbers The great ancient goat herder, emerging through your server Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah Wahdahu la sharika lahu—by far Rock, rock, yall, between the tick, tock, yall DOOM out the vortex to your neocortex Your guess who spit the rawness is good as GORE-TEX® Metal Face turtleneck vest, built to support bras Standard issue for broads, carbon like ya sports car Anybody ask—he retired Tried to hold the villain to task—he was fired Fired up, his own boss on strike Accused of using hot pepper sauce on the mic Get tossed on a spike or cross if you like So be cautious, leave em nauseous as pork sausages Salami and some bacon, some bacon and some ham Plans get mistaken for a scam, ah, damn, fam Bless the child who hold his own, none could master respect Soundwave transform like Rumble, Ratchet eject Its more secret than Al Gores wallet Or Val Thors comet or style wars, bomb it Or that gal of yours armpit, darn it I promise

I tripped a lot out here in the woods lately This is a platter of, this makes an, an exceptionally good late nights snack and also a dandy fly swatter Ah, my eyes are going, I cant hit it Nothing comes between me and my masters These footprints were by, by the flying monkey men Yes, that is what disturbs me Hed probably get indigestion You will go (I dont think so Take them) This jungle is dangerous Trapper You will need assistance You risked your life for us, thanks I lost an arm Stop it father (Stand back Return to the house) No What the? Now Trapper, perhaps you will listen

Well, Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clock And I She stopped screaming long enough to tell you that? Huh? No no no no, no, the other Debbie Debbie the teacher Oh, you mean - Black Debbie! Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she Black Debbie? No, not in a bad way Its just to tell them apart because shes, black! True—DOOM rolled on through with a whole crew That stole on you for holding old brew, who told you? Even if its crap, mind your own business They raps aint got no gift like a lonely Christmas Real phony with beats thats hardly fresh How they manage to deal is anybodys guess Yours is as good as mine, shes sure fine From the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese line All you saw was a {ho} do a bees line To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind Circle you, thicker by de-sign Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewind Uhh, excuse me boo She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two FDA approved played it smoother than a doo rag What a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you? Bagged, and he dont mean coach Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach The mirror shine reflect colors like your CDs Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees All except the broads and you Hold your applause, they break Gods laws and who pays? The taxpayer thats who Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos Thats gonna leave a bruise Leave em grievin blues like believin in evening news They must be eatin glue Heave it all back and we even Steven Sue Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew And sneezin all in it after breathin in the flu Get a clue, his reasoning is askew As to all the feverin and heavin up goo Either that or, dude Leave your girl around this man whore and shes too screwed Just in case shes in a what you wanna do mood Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed Tastes like chicken He wastes no time like the bassline kickin in Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin Raw humor, face pie to a frickin chin New Yorkn, a hell of a finer town Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown Or be found with a hole in your designer gown In the role of public opinion, it earned a minor frown If you think youre slick, you might can whisper, uh As a few good men set sights to link with your chick You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq Ten years later, see how Enzytell shrink your- wallet As you wallow in a sorrow pit Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo- Flow so weird, his own peers couldnt follow it On the phone, he sounded like a real paid Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker Thats why he saved money over ball and chain dames We all the same, no callin names Im as smart as him! What? I got Ph.Ds in four scientific disciplines Really? Um, I just thought that was a nickname You know like, Dr. Dre, Eastside!

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury We all lived through the 70s The clothes, the music, the heartwarming But rarely amusing Ziggy cartoons Now, later, who are we to look at these two, fine young men And say, You there! I sit in judgment of you! For being a drunken lush and bad as hell Read the charge and thunk, sunk in in a plush padded cell Tempur-Pedic Craftmatic adjustable Go on try to stare at it, its not that combustible I accidentally spilled some kerosene And dozed off with the L lit, doped up on thorazine Matter of fact, make mines a double Few could see the point like a line through the Hubble DOOM hit the eye in the sky with a pie Shrink said he thinks he believe he could fly Spread his wings and flap like a goose Hell show you how to do it if you help him get the straps loose Diagnosed as shell shocked from totin toast And still could hear the bells rock Doc, another Lodine dose He claimed he couldnt take the racket Faked his own escape in a eightball straight jacket Ladies and gentlemen of the jury This, animal, here; this ursine fellow UNCLEAN! He rejected society and retreated To a cave in the woods to plot his vile - NOD! And it isnt true that at these times He often descends into a delusional state Sometimes actually adopting another persons persona? I started punchin once I saw son lungin He had me put on punishment for eating the last Munchkin So now they got me down here near the dungeon Nurses all arguin over whos to do the spongin He requested time off for bugged behavior And rhymed off of thug beats bumped by a neighbor Who spoke with his fist and kept a mirror with a thumbhole Cell twelve drumroll, ode to a gum sole A O.G. like a captain thats retired Rappers is space cadets yappin, be quiet And thats an order, ship your daughters to my quarters at once And dont sip the tap water dunce He is the super, a stranger who talks to you Maybe even offer tech support and walk you through Villain, man in the mask, spit in the face Show him where to go, inside a hand basket case The defendants confession! Uhh, nothing further Mentok commands you to procede, with your case! Just since some people, wear a mask Dont mean, they, did nothing automatically Your Honor, Id respectfully like to have a word with you in chambers I request an immediate dismissal, on the grounds On grounds that Just as the mask, some people wear a mask Dont mean that they did something

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There they go, feminizing men again Then pretend they dont know when we know it, xenoestrogen Exorcise the jinn Keynote lecture with a spin Meant to get c-notes from end to end Whoever use canola oil ya soulll boil For a longer time than it take a diet cola to spoil Huh, I get what youre sellin Swellin from alien microfilaments, its Morgellons Even if youre gellin Whats that in your melanin? What the hell is they sprayin? No tellin Barium strontium, aluminum Well drink responsibly, get the truth from DOOM and em Cant trust the tap water much less the kettle Double entendre to the phrase test your mettle The restll settle, just to get fed well As the livin dead infect the red cell Dont drink the milk, its spoiled The blood and stuff in it make it stink, thats why its boiled Snake oil sales from doorbell doctors who slip Mickeys And trick you to strip to get jipped quickly Kick me, you know its gettin worse No help bein upset, ya startin to curse first Better off with a good sense of humor Research to know whats the truth instead of rumor Ya partner DOOM is wholl ride Or either do or die like farmer suicide, chew your pride Might as well start em out in pro boxin Than force-feedin them toddler food laced with excitotoxins They did it like the funky worm Enough to make a junkie squirm, mice making monkey sperm Or rice infused with diarrhea drugs Wonder why its here, well shrug, hells yeah its bugged And it gets buggeder by the minute Question: will the frankenfoods kill us? Or turn us into thangs off Thriller, or dang gorillas? Breeds of a needless variety In the name of greed we get a seedless society Flounder genes in your tomatoes Cod in your potatoes, playin God, retardeder than Play-Doh And as the juice gets sweeter No use in bein cute if yous a useless eater Make it hard to keep your mattress clean That was mean, little froggies with sex changes from atrazine And aspartame in gum, Splenda is plenty fun Left many strung, agenda 21 Or have your third eye cry or your side blown Well right on, forgot to sign the guide stone Yours truly all caps DOOM Sue him if you’re gloomy, or booem to your tomb Yes Slicko, its like Robitussin but toxic She take it to feel better, but theres more to the concoction Shell peep it Got a lot, can you keep it? Got these keys to the cuffs To unlock all these secrets Yes Im professin, yes teachin With the villain, strategic Got these apples and peaches The size of Kelly and Regis You wont believe till you see it And with them come these allergies Underage with doubles Ds Aw, man, ya killing me Literally

What is the magic that makes ones eyes Sparkle and gleam, light up the skies? The name of the game is lightworks I see youre peein in your pants little sissy boy Jerks, welcome to the Octagon Lay a player flat before the trainer felt his clock was on Keep your socks torn, its a box-a-thon With hard rock Black, Rock & Rons goin Barbizon Curled up beggin, layin on the canvas Instead of in the ready position like praying mantis Scissors, Lanvis, grand fist sandwich Stance switch, slammed on, stitches twitch, hands itch Damn snitch, any street corner Could be the platform til we defeat, gone and wander Watch your mouth jaw, southpaw, outs floor Doubt your clout more, bout roar, outscore, boy Off the leash like UFC Off the beat, off ya feet like two lefties FUBs, heffer please Lost a few to stew beef, new referees What a remarkable team, show your teeth The shine that sparkles and gleams Light up the skies The name of the game is the lightworks Light up the spliffs The name of the game is lightworks Wipe off slight smirks The match was mapped out Get jabbed and crap-slapped out, tapped out Either the lunch bin or choke hold time Munchkins get punched in like vocal rhyme The shine that sparkles and gleams Light up the skies The name of the game is the lightworks Light up the spliffs The name of the game is lightworks The right hurts Universal beatdown!

Melanin on melanin Your dude need to recharge off your velvet skin Make em feel like, like twelve again Soon as you give the green light Im delvin in Melanin on melanin Your fella need to recharge off your velvet skin Make me feel like, like Im twelve again Soon as you give the green light Im delvin in Learn to balance, its real tricky Like The Incredible Hulk turned back to Bill Bixby Fuck masturbating, Id rather wait then Keep enough of that good stuff for the trading in Each and every day making cash with Satan Cant eat cant sleep, its exasperatin Mad light burning off All he needs is one warm hug to keep from turning off Im sure you could use a boost Left the hooptie parked in hood with the screws loose Bust the coupé out the driveway, stash house Scooped you up, hit the highway and mash out Matte-black like melanin on melanin Of course the butter-soft black leather trim, set of rims Let er purr, not a scratch on it Spin it back to the garage and put a latch on it I need a handful of melanin Feelin like the lambswool beard on your tender skin It might give you a shock initially As we reconnect, up the flow, electricity The phenomenal melanin bio-polymer Follow with a glass a merlot, I could swallow her Eat er up like a SnackWell® We could live forever like Henrietta Lacks cells Melanin on melanin Ask me where the hell I been soon as I felt her skin Holdin hands, feet in the sand— grounded Starin in them pretty brown eyes— astounded Ill share some solar power If you let me pound it, we could go for hours And then again in the shower Left her leg tremblin— recharged the melanin Girl you got it Need to let that show This is how you know Thats that glow Feel it glow Love that glow Even so Feel it go This is how you know Again, all humans are melanin dependent and it doesnt matter whether you were born and reared in Denmark or born and reared in, in Kenya, at the equator - you have to have melanin, and it is controlling all of the systems in your body. For you not to have a direct, conscious relationship with your melanin is going to cost you your life. Because the melanin molecule is the orchestrator and the organizer for every mechanism in your body, youve got to make peace with it. You cannot continuously polarize yourself against this molecule. So I dont care how white your skin is, you are black on the inside. you have melanin that you have to communicate with so that it functions for you. I dont care if you are navy blue black, if you do not have a rapport with your melanin, you are going to catch holy hell. So, we know for a fact, its not necessarily how much you have; its how well you are able to use it

I found Viktor Vaughn the next morning, nearly frozen to death. Party people know the name Vik with a K, if its all the same If it aint dont bother Told the little monster, No I aint yo father Its Uncle Viktor, shut the lights—Im gettin dizzy And close the door—cant you see ya momma busy? What a scoundrel! Gassed up the town fool to go rob the crown jewel Hes like a lego megalomaniac Whos into electronic and techno, a real brainiac Smack-dab in the hip hop gold rush V, rather the old stuff Preferably the Cold Crush It gets deeper than Deepak Chopra Except he keep a stack and some cheap-ass vodka Kneecap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center At least he always hits who he meant ta Remember he got a short fuse and bad temper And a plan to claim emperor by December Member of the most player-hated race Who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face If I cut her off I might miss her But one of these days—right in the kisser! She probably get mad at me, I bet ya It gets her nowhere like flattery She said, Where were you last Saturday? And dont lie—we got your fingerprints off the battery Dont make me have to bling you Or see you in the street and doubleteam you with the emu He told her, When the gem paper tear off Itll probably tear her ear off before yall even square off No good good-for-nothin Kill her high for no frill like Good Will Huntin He feels out of place like Bizarro Fiesty chick, comes all out her face like Charo Its Vaughn, hes back on And you know he dont care like Jimmy Crack Corn Wax off, wax on Tried to raise taxes on cracks and black porn Another year passes Gone are the days when he used to wear glasses Now he wear contacts, unfrozen caveman look over the contracts These crews is too soft He came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off They dont really wanna battle All they gon do is get mad and go tattle Tell em a retard said it He ripped up the WE CARD sign and jetted You gotta give us three card credit Even though at times he can be hard-headed Yeah, the main thing; C.R.E.A.M. by all means, and harebrained schemes The lords performance was flawless He rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless The broad he was with was gorgeous The only flaw he saw was she cause a nigga more stress Not trying to diss her But I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her Hell, I made it, Momma Grammy for the worlds most celebrated rhymer Dead the drama, scama, four Gs of pizzy from Bahama V., the lead brown man And never count your chickens before you read SoundScan What about Mom and Pops? They might as well cooperate and wait till the bomb drop Get more cabbage, often time he wonder how they get so savage V.—not your average, often time he wonder how they got so savage

Uh-uh Hiking in the sun the happiness that you mourn You know the kids still dance, so we supply all the songs If Im wrong, you hit the superman like Soulja at war You grew your hair an inch longer for the clerk at the store Growing up man, Pokémons in book bag Cant you believe it if the panties never soaking You said Jesus made sense to the chosen If Im wrong, the shells stuck beneath the sides that youre on To choose the quickest solution dont equate to your flaws I know my black hearts sinking to the bottom of soles I know my cheese stinks sitting by your highness in vogue Ch-Ch-Chicken Little, who you telling secrets to, bro? The pain made a new summer where the vegetables grow We get it on , do the grown stuff, now play with this sword You know what Im saying Twistin indica while the sunrise Sticky like the rain in the summer Twilight in the blunt and Im gone flyin Way up high where the kites stream away Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high I know Im gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah The power youve given me The crack of dawn sweet cheer to the clipped wing The planes fly and we the youngest in the stampede To climb the slippery slope a decade old of doing me L-L-Look, I got the black man balled in my fist You laugh now, cry later, just empower the kids Growing pains, monsters all under my bed Sweats when you sweating me, you looking real cute You got a dimple under eyes, I bet you never knew You look the thickest Ive seen since the last time Got us tickets for the show by the alibi And all the things, all the things, all the days that we scorned I can fly, Im a dove, Im a butterfly, yo Im a butterfly, yo, fuck Twistin indica while the sunrise Sticky like the rain in the summer Twilight in the blunt and Im gone flyin Way up high where the kites stream away Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high I know Im gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah Its inadequate, this elaborate floral display They paid for bad habits, gaul and moral decay To say whats unforgiveness, itll all go away Lay a plot to book a yacht out on the water today, porque Is it so compelling, the rebel with all the yelling? Now its overwhelming, youre swelling melon, bruh, who you telling? Dumb lust overflowing in love stuff, hush Heart crushed like a bag of dust, bum rush Black beanie, freak out at night like Whodini Creep out the back and Who coulda seen a G, easily, blue weenie She couldnt dig it if it was too teeny Bless her with the kundalini and plus the zucchini Always been a plan to mush a heart melt, bird It takes a steady hand to push these heartfelt words I heard you heard, trapped in delirium Thoughts of a queen to throw off your equilibrium A few jokes, but the underlying fact goes It’s still a ray of hope to live happily ever after though Disasters what I asked her for Now we stuck like plaster, yo, I has to go Twistin indica while the sunrise Sticky like the rain in the summer Twilight in the blunt and Im gone flyin Way up high where the kites stream away Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high I know Im gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah

Well anyway You may be saying about now How in the world is that old fella eat all of that crazy stuff And not get sick to his stomach? Haha, well, dont worry about that You see, whenever I make a pig of myself on the filet Or the pudding or something I mix up some herbs and I come up with a dandy glass of this Bicarbonate of fig leaf Thatll set me free, Ill tell you Ugh Edible wrappers may be in grocery stores as soon as months from now Youve heard of good to the last drop Well your food could soon be good to the last bite Wow! That was loud! Got to ya, huh? Heres an interesting note: artificial colors Yellows or Reds Lets focus on the red In addition to FD&C Red Number 40, the FDA has approved certain food coloring additives, some are actually posion! If you arent sure of the additives or colorings in the products youve purchased, leave it alone! Posion! Bad news! Thats right! Thank you Well, I think that about covers all of the natural foods out here Now then, I have to go take my dessert here I have to go Im conducting a cooking class today Good health to you all! Uh, over this way Look out! Alright Pops, still feel like charging me for that meal? One look at his feature-less face One look was enough to ensure his safety As years passed, he became even more bitter and angry Burning with vengeance against the world Finally, amidst hidden scrolls, he found what hed been seeking Then, clothed in a suit of invulnerable armor, and possessing the worlds greatest secrets of science and magic, he returned to his homeland And there he has remained Scheming, dreaming, planning Plotting his mad campaign to conquer the entire world I warn you Doom, youve gone too far Thatll do it Doom, get your machine

To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron Who been in to win and blast to the last siren On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Milosevic Anyhoo, how bout them Yankees? Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mees If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky At your local sleazy speakeasy For any fan of the limelight In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite Its risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale With rappers whos better off on the cover of Black Tail Jumpin Jehoshaphat, whos that? Who cats who do magic be like Tell me how you dos that Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like Gecko Let go the mic, do techno Ha ha, betcha bust out laughing at the bet For no reason he get cussed out like Tourettes Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter But uh... word play since third grade age Back when we used to play Bang! Open bird cage Hip hop Benny Hill, Sip Henny straight Get every penny, wait, then he chill, at any rate My metal face hoes with tongue or least eye ring Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing Like Kung-Fu fighting everybody was biting Then the super-villain struck again like lightning In the same spot now whats the chance of that? And a name drop like pick the name out the hat Thats a no jiver from the liver conniver Who vote player out the rap game like Survivor while I Drop degrees like a nerd cat, willy intense speech From way back to spin your back and then freeze While I play high-ball, low-ball, to zero So called rhymers, go call Cleo While I, steal the show like thought so, try hikin Super-duper stars need Ortho Tri-Cyclen Sometimes the men, mostly from the women I hear voices saying thats the super-villain Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain

Answer to the riddle More hidden than a crook The only way they find it If he’s spittin in a hook Look, they love to know the story, more grody than Mr. Crowley For those embarrassed to know holier than thou Imoli habits Paris to the Gobi bring him up to speed slowly On the low key, Kindles is phony D Taste stale, see the world in shades of gray-scale Right there in black and white, protected by chain-mail Today’s the day, made his way to see his sisternum Took my little mens with her, told em loved em.. kisseded them These over-sensitive youngins is on some new stuff Cant sit still-- focus the time it takes to do enough From off the mean streets of the ‘Can I get a dollar dude?’ Above measure the singular pleasure of solitude It’s your poison, if you so choose, absorb it Feel it in your veins to the brain shoot off into orbit How you know octagon? Or much less Tetragrammaton, To get the good stuff you need to get out to the Amazon With any luck we might just score locally Shh, keep it on the hush when you speakin on it vocally Then you gotta be on the in, a known member I think I still owe em lil something since November, whatever Who need credit when cash speak, get it Sweatin sittin on this package from last week We all got our weaknesses, along with the functionin dead Somell end up fudgin numbers, buggin and lunchin instead It’s Netflix to the head, second best trick to get the chicks to the bed

Live in stereo! Yessir! This what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah Yeah yeah You dont even know thats the official word up in the town You heard? hahaha Get that swing get it in man Thats the official shit kid, mm-hmm Word up, we gon take it back to the big park and shit What are you going to rap about? Yeah, when niggas was rhymin hard and comin crazy Electrifying and vivid yo Im like a rabbi, fresh new mag and Im mad high Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes The Jews want the crib when the God dies Im deadly, metaphorsll dog you While Im in the Forbes, first 500 niggas who raw live Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key But he O.G., half of his niggas gone or in hidin Federalesll sneak, police, holdin my old piece Heard the young policeman died 58 carats of glass, the Aston blueberry black Where I keep my ices and knives at One of the force rawest Yo, were British aware who get money, shoot dice in his fortress Mocknecks and stragglers Eightball jackets the hagglers of the rap game, post up, surprise I want that spot Coolin with the Supervillain team, all you other playboys is twats Niggas be down for the murder game Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame Im thirsty, hungry like a Somalian Prolly with them niggas with the waves in they dome like tsunami All we do is get fresh and fuck ma probably Yo baby mother gave me head in Barneys while I calmly And I got giants in armies While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith 700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance Yeah son, gimme your ear son Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man Fuckin chicken, ha ha ha Doom, the warning signal again, somebody approaches! What manner of creatures are these? There they are again, FIRE! A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans Okay, lets make sure all the windows are covered A straightforward entry has turned Into what appears to be a barricaded standoff POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME TO THE FRONT DOOR! Anything you say, cracker As the funky beat continues

Im right outside your crib Yo Imma come through Send me your door number Hit me back Oh I see it right there, I see it Ill be through in a minute, get at me Word Go visit my cousin right quick He always told me... if you need anything fam, just take it yo I could go tonight, I know he not home So... Knock Knock Menacing, cousin Villain, let my self in Only need a stick of butter, cheese And some some vitamin D Double O-M, as in mescaline Hang the hat on steez, the gentlemans testament The rest been sold and told like the book of Evangel Imma hold the DVD, I aint seen Scandal A handful IOU Wont miss a brew, or two, or six Torture the lyrics, mics and crucifix Fresh new kicks, I would put em on cept Them shoes always hurt my corn Might as well return his young shirt was war torn Got you on the track with the horn, word is bond I see you when you gone to the next event Get paid, big cuz Villain message sent Turn the keys then amnesia Scent of reefer Missing a few beers from the freezer Distract from the cheeks in her jeans, bruh Told to have a seat or I could be one The fever, Madlib single like a DJuh Fling with get the pockets on keebla From the cantina Slip cheetahs off her heels Like Queen Sheba Still sip Seagram in the plastic cup, I hit the Wheaties Case without the DVD, stuck watchin TV Roll the freebie, then get blown Tryna touch down, when in the friend zone Unchecked sent texts and miscalls Explains the unwashed diss left from locked doors Told her she got to twerk to get gone Still a jerk like when you hold the Tec wrong Wolf, get that whole car pull Push, Joe Barnes broke bully on the boulevard Shook like white sugar with her clothes off And cook like white bricks for the fix This the bogart Coke bars like a foot Its a boat broke Tryna flow with the fish You a big dish, fuck a big them Yous a kids meal Mickey Ds and a hook We shook grams out of hands, nigga Just dance MC Hammer in the pants With a ten speed hemi on your bread Like a big dream, mind like a Benz on La Brea Player, pay your friends, get it in Blu feeling em Crisp Benjamin Franklins been gangsta What the good fuck, yous a hood anklet Yous a cute chick Yous a cute little chick, aint ya

Yeah yeah whats up yall you know we back in the house cold chillin. Got the brother from another mother. Holla! I get my weed from the best sources I like it smooth, not coarse like horse hooves The weeds I smoke never touched by pesticides To smoke that chem weed—simply suicide The way it’s grown is very important I only smoke the plants that are very potent And when I blaze, I feel bionic Cause the weed I smoke is—hydroponic Yeah alright-right. Cut his mic, cut his mic. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice brother. Alright we got my man right here comin up on the microphone. His name is Creature! Holla! The human skyscraper Who skydives into a pool of alcohol to get intoxicated Like paying child support and taxes I’m forever hated However bruh, I stated I’m bugged like tapped phones When it’s on I’ll make your heart chaperone your bones to the funeral home I cast the first stones that smash a youth’s dome A car crash out of my body spirits roam You do what to who? You must be sniffing glue like The Ramones I’ll tear a brother’s flesh until the skeleton is showing I’m coarse like a corpse whose mouth and ass got asewn Spit poisonous poems Even your boys know fuckin’ with this—your assll be gone Let it be known Brother spittin’ that tired shit should be dodgin’ this ‘Cause I test brothers’ hearts like a cardiologist Yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you goddamnit give me the muthafuckin mic. Alright up next up we got my nigga. I dont know what the fuck he is or what he look like. I hope his mouth dont stink. His name is Viktor! Respect, its V—what the heck? Yall know whos the best—might as well cut the check They didnt know the face, but by the name they knew him Racist against rappers, they all look the same to him They used to beg him not to egg them on Halloween Told them holler back with the suede pumas, dollar green Ykna mean? Heated up to the temperature tar boil Yall just gawk like gargoyle Mind your manners, or be R.I.P Local bartenders call him barfly V He used they CDs as coasters, harrassed their street team And graffitied up their posters Dont appear too drunk And let a stare turn into a yeah, you- punk! Told the host make sure he last, yo Any other order might be a fiasco V flow like cash flow On the first of the month For broke niggas thats thirst for the blunt He kept a pocket full of posies Always had a rocket, whys she so nosey? Looking at my Seiko, its about to be Waco And it wont be televised and you can make sure Turn jake to Bac-Os Money over snake hoes

Perfect hair, to the second power of forever Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or never On a mission with friends of fair weather Sooner the better, off to Mt. Tuna, wear your leather prepared sweater And watch out for Catman my brothers He keep his strand slicked back like Scatman Crothers A balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo Fiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the evil Coiffio? Not me yo, Im leavin, gone Even if him got them bomb weavin Kanekalon No more or less stress than your old boss The tears burn your eyes less than fresh S-curls sores And Brenda, the best girl lost Uncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss Earl tossed, there goes a whole tray of hamburgers Villain til he old and grey like olden day scam workers Circa one nine seventy-one On the mic machine it seems his work will never be done He seeks the ninth level of power But weak geek might freak it in another hour Or so, they call the fool retarded hair guy In school you could spot it when he nodded Here, why? I think his true name was Gerald The toupee, the male pattern anime herald A good laugh like the walk to the bank Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog Danger DOOM, its Master Shake, hey buddy! Ah, did you get those e-mails I sent? Umm, Im still waitin, to hear from you I-I think, maybe youre, maybe youre in the shower Do you, are you in the shower? Okay But Im still, totally, I got some other stuff Uhh, but Im, I am committed more to doing yours So, if you can let me know, today Thatd, uhh, thatd be great, okay?! Just, just gimme a call! And fa-for the schnizzle For to do the rap pizzle And again Im really sorry, about that other one The call... Meatwad sucks Okay, call me back dawg!

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

Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspectah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D., the B.O.B.B., Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA/The Genius Its the Ol d-d-d- d-d-d- d-d-Dirty Bastard! 1, 2, 1, 2, turn it up The headphones, turn it up.. yo you hear me? Whattup Tony? Wassup don-don? All the way up... You know how we do... Lets get this paper together... You motherfuckin right Pa, uh huh Whats up, yall? We wanna do it nigga You know how I do... Sound about to go in on some real Wu shit, uh huh W-T-C Thats right Ya know what I mean? GHOST-FACE KILLAH! Lemme give yall the bullshit hook for yall niggas Check it out... The burners and the stash, we bout the cash We got females that got it like that The golden childs that bone the crowd See, niggas in the place that bit my style Well, Im a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answer Cause if I had a chance to do it again I will still keep the heat in my pants-uh Yall be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the ho aint trick enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything thats the gods honest beyond We airin niggas out, thats the type shit that we on Official Wu-Tang headbanger Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka I drink heavy gallons of cru, play the big part Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun Niggas be rhymin for nothing, then my team pull up We all throw down yall broke niggas stay frontin Lines come digital stupid, plus aint got no jewelry on Bet Im still live and Im coopin Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves Front on react, were sippin Cognac relax dude Know Im with these cracks dude Yo, 1-2, Dirt McGirt Solid tone smith with 6th shots, lick shots Leave your head like a Shaolin monk with 6 dots Brooklyn Zoo, Zoo Brooklyn Zoo Its the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor Smash pretty boy niggas, crush their karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage My whole crews fresh out the bars Diggler AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the Murderland Knock niggas out hurtin my hand I remember in the elevator we was playin corners Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin on us Statens where the war is Where the court systems running out of warrants Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus For real I cant call it You see I love Lucy cause she Lawless Exactly like that 1-0-3-0-4 is Snitch niggas swallow your tongue Already know the island Im from And yall dont want no problems with them We got a history full of lightning victories Conceptual breakthrough, it aint no mystery Long vision from giants in every way Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day From the East to the ville, from the West to the hills Incredible rhymes, encouraging skills From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous We hit em fast with an effortless performance MCs start fleeing in flocks Especially those thats more sensitive to heat and shock We grindin down to the bone, my name grounded in stone Im Mr. Violence we loungin with chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 1-6-zero my songs we throwin elbows The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings Only dime dikes with minds right, we choose Queens Yeah, we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo, son, split his face with the toast, he aint ghost Its no joke iron coat rifle with the stroke One toke brains float, shot to the throat Before the smoke hit, witness the killing, chilling crime scene Body on the block, eyes open from the shock Of being popped in the neck Yet he still held a lit cigarette between his fingers Danger when you step into the chamber with the Masta Disaster, gotta blast ya cause I have to The rat pack is back from the island of Stat Leave you cursed dust, cause you worship the Gat The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff Blow the bouncers ear off, let him floss he the boss Handcuffed, to the turntables like Wizard Theodore See its pure, let it rain pearly ounces Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers You dont want no drama, Im flaming fast That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash

Yo, aint that...? Hes not that cat Got that? And he never shot that gat Clever spot rats, face plate glisten He got fat and hate for Jake Snake Plissken Yall got the wrong tape by mistake, listen to it hissin Crack the safe, his cakes missin Backs to break to take risk and make imprisoned Fake dissin, baked at the wake, twistin Legend stature Since the prime factor of the blast master Gift of gab, mic grabber rapper era Tracks with terror, like bad meanin good, though Im talkin some of the finest tunes to ever bang in your hood, yo World notoriety, recognized by mad societies For supplyin that high-fi, so fly Oh my, skies clear as day Go sit down in the sunshine Takin rappers out like lunchtime Its just one of those Bullet holes deliver killer notes Silence never spoke violence Keep quiet while you wildin, tryin to live the Island Nonsense is never callin, eighty Gs behind him Still crime affects time on the Island Nickel and dimin, the hustles optional Powerful moves Copped two work shifts, block side-gig or two Under the table The tammy food blaze grizzle Stay paid if the name fits you Who went back and made yall the boss of us? Its the rawest MCs that flosseded it Sorcerers Its furtherin the era that most know of Everywhere he go, they go: That hoe show love Thank God for the buddha Tank armor suitor Word kama sutra user Stank mama recruiter Broad set fools up God, get your jewels up Get your jewels up Get your jewels up Superstar, all pro, homegrown The craft speaks alone, mastered, this closed casket Pro savages, poor travelers, hunger reach streets battlers Money, the dollar, the dream gaffled up Scalpel cut throat Dope gettin, thats most definite Gold record hits spinnin, grind forever, get it Gods clever buildin, cheddar fillin, keep the better livin Miscellaneous thoughts Gettin millions, know that feelin You had enough of that 85 jive talkin Loony schemes, somethin right off of the movie screens Burn Hollywood like arson More powers than Austin, sound awesome Pump these sounds often Last chance to come off, son For more to come in the mental auditorium without forcin him Strung him up on the last joint but it dont stop Doin this so the world could rock Who blows spots? Mommy, look, he talkin to his self and walkin fast On the ave, hawkin ass with the Walkman on blast Coby headphones wack At least it’s Dolby Sony chrome cassette Only the best you can get off the black market Tell it, find these truer hell strategies Sell it like Chinese Duracell batteries Two dollar for change for a aqua blue benjie These were brand new He grew stingy, gingerly

Ayo FLYGOD Ayo, I was in my cell, I clicked my heels three times Pink Just 2s, my khaki suit mastermind Water whip, tossed the coke in the alkaline Platinum and gold, Ron English hat to the side Immaculate rhyme its so obvious Watchin the world from up top, snakeskin binoculars Red companions, KAWS Xs on a suede mansion My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin The flyest thats livin, we live and die by the kitchen Choppin on dishes, rack the puff in, ambition Bitch we had hopped over fences, banana yellow Fiskers Pushin crack like we invented it Jeff Koons, Louie Rubens duffle got ten in it Kobe Jordan, pack we was kickin it Anti Social Social Club wit the snub, yo Gave the Tec a lil love bro Grand wizard, Patek band, lizard, hand-kissin Miami Beach, geigers on Biscayne My shooter sent his PO and piss came Thank God for my wrist game Countin money in the bubble bath Whip the half and got another half Rockin Vetements, backhand you with the 40 Ask Lord, your headll spin, a cold war Leatherman You will never be better than, shots echoing Pulled up, red GL on devilish Word to the goggles on my Hebru Brantley Red Supreme Louie gloves, eatin scampi Supreme Louie box logo wit the .44 The way we sellin squares, youd swear them shits is bogo Youd swear them shits was fucking bogo Jumping to a conclusion could stunt your evolution Like the trees, dumped into some dust, blunt fusion Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time Its all good, as longs he aint inhaling swine Dare decline, scared money makes none Take one, you shouldve flushed before the jakes come Oh shart, specialty is flow art Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart Yeah, dont start, make em have to finish Just bounce like gold-diggers, once the dough diminish Phony, it gets lonely at the finish You see some deal dope, others steal hope Whats revealed is of a certain feel - grope Yellow moist mushie, banana peeled coke At worst, could not be confused with real soap Nope, you see disaster is intended In the face of truth, dont ever be offended Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present I make it faster than you spends it End it

So were gonna stand on perimeter We did have some shots fired right down the street on us While this was goin on, so we gotta set up a tight perimeter We got the streets blocked off To make sure we dont have any drivebys on us Other than that, the operation went fairly well Hell no, this shit is crazy Where is it theyre coming from? I dont believe that shit Who told you that? Rolled through, brrat! Old to the new knows who holds the hat Custom tailored fitted, head stayed same size Big since first born, well spitted game wise Same guy, same disguise Sick aim eye stare at thick dame thighs, click claim prize And the lucky contestant was sent A whole years supply of buckets of yucky excrement Digital format, provide the ROM Ride calm, flow was like a roadside bomb Flipped the Humvee, impact was limb-numbing Cameraman wig back, gunner screaming Incoming! RPG, rhyme propelled grenade Time to yell, scramble for cover in the shade Bright as the midday sun, then it fade Darkness come quick, some run and get sprayed Rot dead, hot lead, its rainin Left em with they brains kicked in with they trainin Dragged the remains into the open by the bootstraps Dog tag attached to explosive human booby traps Wheres air support? Ears ringin, mortars whistlin Bloodshot vision, afterthought: abort mission Too little too late, as the last man gush Took no prisoners mush, rap ambush Murdalizing sucker emcees!

Gumbo! You gotta watch your gums on this But its, its very good, its very healthy You would only want to use the wraps when theres no food associated with the use of the wraps So, uh, some potential uses include, um, wrapping bolt packed in a larger package And in that case, the, the wrap will actually form into a sauce when you cooked, cooked your meats Um, theres also been interest in, um, development of using the wrap and then actually rip up the wrap and consume it that way the next day (Its hoped edible wrappers will do a couple of things Create a new demand for produce Stop throwing out as much garbage as they do And eat more chitlins)

Ten-hut! Officer on deck Salute, salute, salute Yo, bomb-ageddon, hard head descendants Jarhead in the trenches, Scarheads relentless You came, performers, locksmiths and fools Czar, whats your occupation? Anytime Im spittin, the floor rock The spells so strong, I catch hate from wizards and warlocks Boom-bap ambassador, track master hot as Africa sand Movin bodies like a human trafficker What Im stompin to harder than an inmate on a conjugal Launchin you with rocket fuel, live at the barbecue Rebel I-N-S provide a spark for you And I aint even dig into my arsenal Dont take it personal, you know the biz and you know this is Thoughts, so much force Im like Yodas twin Fire, I break a sweat in the coldest wind Im bad news, they gon notify ya closest kin CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM The Supervillain, a maniacal tyrant Hear footsteps, adapt to your environment Jungle, all you suckers with the rap jargon The type of rap you find on a rack at a bargain Type of crap probably get em smacked off the margin Willis Reed, 72, Knicks at The Garden New York, this aint no new talk, true talk TMZ and fake beef is the new pork Filthy, regurgitate Tape him up, lay him down, increase the murder rate No, no, no, not that dude, I heard he straight Wack rappers get spit on through the pearly gates Final straw, ask em what they rhymin for Death waits right behind the door like a dinosaur On a line of raw tryna find a cure DOOM! CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM CZAR, DOOM It was a shit show from the get-go Every hero needs a villain, weave a web like Steve Ditko To get dough, they thirsty, word to big Diplo, they tip-toe Minions round the giant with the sick flow No, no, I wouldnt provoke em They call him Conor McGregor, the way hes fookin outspoken In a trial by combat, lets do ten paces Cesspool erases, Deadpool their faces Deck, DOOM and Seamus, rec rooms and stages You gamble with your health, med schools and Vegas I miss that old shit, rappers used to be stupid def Now they just stupid and deaf I stay around bread like twisty ties, look CZARFACE stick the superhero landing, extra fly My minds scattered but the bars rule So many voices in my head that every rides a carpool Unbelievable!

I just lie awake and think of pleasant nights wed spend Under summers magic spell But when autumn came, her love did not remain And made my world a living hell Boy meets girl. Boy really likes her Boys fallin in love; nothing can come between em But girl kinda likes him So every time she sees him she leave him heartbroken Cause Boys soft spoken So Girl manipulates him with make up to break-ups Cause Boy aint got his cake up and cant take her shoppin So Boys self conscious So every little bit he get hes emptying his pockets to spend it on She But she dont see a future with him cause Girls kinda stuck up But through all of the fits, shit, Boy still loves her And Boy still committed but Girl aint with it So she dont visit that much And he aint got a whip so they dont get to kick it So Boy misses Girl, but Girl stays distant Phone calls shorter than a midget, now he gets it But cant let go, cause every time she tries to end it Boy tries to fix it Cause Boy wants to stick it out Girls tryin to kick him out But Boys trying to figure out Just how to make it work cause Boy aint never had love But She dont really have love So they dont really have love Pretending like it hurts her to leave him So Girls crying while listing her reasons; Believing all the shit she shoveling Love is dyin hon, and I aint trying to fight to get you Whining with a sheet of tissue Im done darlin cause all this bawlin wont convince you but… I think about it sometimes... Boy meets Girl. Girl really likes him Boy say the same, but that aint quite the case See cause lately he acts like maybe it cant be So Girls to the back right next to the exs But he keeps messin with her cause he digs her But not enough to be her main nigga just enough to dig her out But Boy dont ever say it whenever she kick it with him So she considers him hers and never figures it out But he dont see a future with her cause Boys kinda fucked up But through all of the using, shit, Girl still loves him And Girl still likes him, but she aint in his sights So whenever shes around its only on late nights So Boy keeps dicking her and Girl gets addicted And Girls still down but Boy dont want her around Whenever his boys visit to kick it so now she gets it But cant let go cause Girl thinks she can fix it Cause Girl wants to be his only, Boy wants to be the homie But Girls lonely and bonin her just makes it worse Cause Girl aint really like that And he dont really like her And she aint into night caps And having casual sex aint connecting So Girls second guessing why she kept him Believing all that shit he told her I know you over me and I aint trying to make excuses It wasnt cute and Im sorry I didnt have the juice to give you the truth but… I think about it sometimes...

Only god is judge, never plea the case Always aware of the truth we could never erase Fallen from grace black North face Ounce of green smoke, jack wit no chase Peddle on the floor, thirsty for score, Fastlane Destination: top of the cash game Seek heat like a missle with mad aim You cant blame Missin spirits who campaign A mystery at most, universal most stee is hot Yup more often then not! Vision clear like a Hindu with the third eye dot We be weak...nah baby thats my word I got Nuff rhymes, tuff times try talkin to kids Who walk around thinkin that doesnt forgive Life in itself is like a bid And if you scared to die then you scared to live Aint it a shame dealin with the remain Hennessy on the brain, travel the plane Will the copy cats twist the def traps Bliss the sex raps, blind to jet black Matters awake in response since came to life Singin a seance, escape the realm Bly swift like o at, fake jacks a cast Catch two smacks, gentlemen relax Blaze trails that havent been traveled in a while Scatter clues for those who equate the style Cruisin in the Lex out the window seat While I be trippin off the rhyme, bop my head to the beat I cant speak on delirious mood swings True crowns, are handed to true kings Tell ya take it back, straighten, money makin Vital sign: Awaken. Idle minds go to Satan No debatin on the vestle that we navigatin Gravitatin, schemin, leave em standin waitin Specialize in futuristic mental picture paintin We are slave to sick ways, Im quenchin with thirst Gift of a new day they seem like a curse What we made, penetrate the charade The incision is barely felt from the sharpness of the blade Movin motionless through this masquerade Loomin in the dark, but just to save a spark Like a match made in Heaven and Hell apart But still one, if its life we start So real, reveal, sign is sealed What we feels translates to meals That 9-to-5 shit is no joke, muscle in Scientist, but dont look down upon my hustlin Will the copy cats twist the def traps Bliss the sex raps, blind to jet black Matters awake in response since came to life Singin a seance, escape the realm Bly swift like o at, fake jacks a cast Catch two smacks, gentlemen relax Blaze trails that havent been traveled in a while Scatter clues for those who equate the style Look at them, those two space monsters. The one with the three heads is King Geedorah And that ones Gigan. We are controlling them.

An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay Stay taking wages the anonymous way Calmish, pay to the Amish selling Promise me gold bond, palm itch swelling With no tact, though, ipso facto Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo! No question, an ounce of prevention Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention Attention! No throwing stones at the homeless Or else ye yeself may end up with your dome blessed Chrome dust, nano-sized particles Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools! Defeats the purpose Greedily slurp up the surplus and burp puss So nervous, you can hear the shirt must gush Hush, hush. Trust Villain til’ the Earth crust bust Self-defense, think he’s not real Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel Take it how you want it, fake it or flaunt it Need to put some brakes on it. Shake it, dog-gone it! Dead drop, leave it right there Chop it off, heads bop, breathe it like air You hear? Study the devil Played the game and choose to do so on a bloody level Who sent him? Steady losing momentum Oh, eat a rapper one-a-day like Centrum The mask is like a Gundam, dumb-dumb um And it don’t matter where you come from, you bum! What happens when the poles shift? Won’t matter for shit who you roll with Cold and stiff, hold the if If in case you need a facelift sold a gift Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift The sun still shines in the morning He ain’t promising more, but its definitely scorching Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard Ask him do he give an F like report card Out-spit em’ like Jonah Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses On this microphone business, it’s slaughter That’s on his 3 pre-mature daughters aortas The thought was, uh, quarters, halfs, wholes A roll. Like good times sold like good dimes It’s just begun to began to begin To end, to start back again for smarter men and women And their forgotten retarded Fren

Villain got banished Refused out the U.S., he aint even Spanish Oaxacado, sock with the hole toe Miss the mean streets of LA, a pot hole pro The goal though in the nick of time To kick a slicker rhyme, do your face like Nickey the Line No, not deported Be a little minute before things get sorted Known to get money, never got caught kid Escape with a soft skid, short bid Knock on wood, dope on plastic Rocks so hood, hope on spastic Putting on the ritz Put your bullshit facial recognition on fritz Im afraid youre sadly mistaken Paid to spit it like a bad piece of bacon Take the bread Even if you gotta lay down on the ground and fake dead Grab that, way out the habitat Where the rabbits is at, far from the lab rats Mans right to know Contemplate that as these hands write to flow It aint done yet He let you know some of the results come sunset Till then pack your bowl Jack into your crack ho with black soul coal Tune the diamond Just so you know it aint some buffoon rhymin Hey, watch your tonsils End up in the hospital, not responsible Bust that gizzard Then start to think how it aint worth the risk—is it? Third degree black belt flow Whip his monkey ass till the track felt slow Melt snow, now thats gold Blow on em, make fronts, wow thats cold Stoleded em, throws them dice Cool em down, set to mo flow with ice Like liquid nitrogen aint no wins Macro- to micro-thin, its your skin Villain strikes again Equivalent a hundred thousand milligram Vicodin Not for nuttin, your guess is worth more Barefoot doin the James on a dirt floor Dirt poor Like, Dont get your shirt tore, boy Crown of thorns, his chain made of razorblades Gown adorned, homemade blazer suede Bout to retire Set up somewhere in the sun and breathe fire That include tipsy getting We get it in like your Big Fat Gypsy Wedding No more thugging And dont think you wont get slapped kid, youre bugging Its all love, rhyme with more dough Remind me of the fine-wine, time-raw flow Its like a worn-in suit On his shoot, morning commute, torn boot What a gnarly scene Publicity stunt, get paid on some Charlie Sheen Sell Monsanto a barley bean And have a meeting-up with multiple-party machine Watch DOOMs laser Graze you more worse than an Occams razor Not to interrupt But anybody else notice time speeding up? Make your local police worried monthly And wont be nowhere nears your country Grown and got no time for em Lap songs, belly tunes, nylons or iPhone Bitches do a knock-knee, slack jaw Dont speak Afrikaans, cockney, or patois Alhamdulillah, last off the corner Only thing he miss is blastin off a warner Supervillain, smooth sicko Why oh why did I leave that Veuve Clicquot? Thats not up for debate Be straighter than straight off a big gulp of V8 If she wasnt so bent Shed know how the camel got his nose in the tent Please, enoughs enough Dont get snuffed with the key to the cuffs Gs on your bluffs Keys to the cuffs Please, enoughs enough!

They will pay All of mankind shall pay for this Curt Strifer, the loon goon with the tunes in his tomb Hotter than June Since out a twisted crib into the fumes, kids trip on his broom Press twills for schills, shag with the half moon Cab to school, straight to the bathroom To take a piss then help the teacher With the creatures that inflated from the ethers And its waitin in the beakers to bite on teen features The preachers come with sermons and parents pack bleachers Yo, its done Mr. Kim, I shrunk em down to ticks Just hit me at noon with $60 and two knicks I gotta split, yo va, ah Ill kicks Whats the shit, black? yo, how you nukin? Reactin with the core breach spewin, ya darn tootin Right after this rec you might expect lootin Nasty drop the rhyme like lime then tequilla Flippin like Optimus Prime to a ten-wheeler V set the scheme on his own team like Starscream Then go hit the bar scene all like na mean? Go to school every day, except for when he play hookey Thats the days he play bookey If I dont study Im a cheat off Peter Parker Keep a liter of vodka inside my locker Use it like a book on the Grey Goose scenario Play you like a stereo hey you, where he go? Im bout to blow one of yall monkeys out the frame Whoever gypped my locker and took my Donkey Kong Game Watch, dont even try to put it back so I can find it later Word to Koch, its Vaughn against the ninth graders Haters, you fuckin with cats whos heads are sharp as alligators Pull out the ox cutter, nigga did I mutter or stutter what I uttered Then check in your little cash flow or give my nigga back his Hasbro Or catch a stab slow and thats woah Shorty with the big talk, you gotta go Swing on the drip to leave scars Blood spattered on his fat laced Abdul Jabbars Now were gettin chased through school with jars Principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars Picked up the tele, sweatin for some squad cars Cats tried to cut us off by the garage But V pulled out the nicky yelled Lifes chance is slim like Lionel Richie Theres no finer sound then when you let off a nine round Before the slug find the ground V be in Chinatown Uh, give me a slew of m-80s A carton of those hick chasers, and two of them ladies Its like the hood black market Where you get goods from gats to pudding pack chocolate To your health, we rock Chinese slippers Me and King Gilizwe and two Guyanese strippers On the radio, Mack the Knife I watched him freeze roaches and bring em straight back to life He used a different approach than I ever read The only thing he ever said was, The roach is never dead. We studied transfigurations and different ways To break the trance off the nigga nations Its even bigger with the Haitians, no time for litigations And that was science for the head, so we did the knowledge and sped to the shed Mixin dog bone with egg It says, Add body hair? The heart of a hen, a fig, lay it under the bed Will turn back time and thats just what we did Next day walked in the school from the crib Laughin, yo, limpin like a cane And as I pass V— Yo C—you see I got my game, right?

Look Im dark skinned so please dont take me lightly Stogie in my hand, begging, Please light me again Dont this feel like 96 or 95? Edward Scissorhands with this doobie while I drive Passenger seats with a freak, should I creep with her? Im too tired, we dont fuck, I just sleep with her And baby mommas still patient She found the rubbers in my dresser, hm Third trimester I dont really wanna stress her So daddy will deny her, orgasms I supply her To the women that inspired all them rhymes I wrote And killed millions of civilians with the nines I tote Im just young, dumb and ignorant I couldnt go to college, so I settled to be a nigga then, paper chasing I wonder if the government formulating This chemistry that got them rich niggas paper racist It seems that Im a goner, so I escape aromas Of that hate with weed and marijuana And conforming is what Im living with Cause you die if you different And now Im smoking And dont this feel like 95 nigga? And dont this feel like 95 nigga? Yeah, and dont this feel like 95 nigga? And dont this feel like 95 nigga?

Yeah How you doing today? Yeah Yeah Ace the Creator, man Look Casey Veggies Odd Future, look Look Hello, the hype is so mellow Bitch Im dope but my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes and its pink on the title Nigga fuck your role model bitch, Im my own idol and If you cant face it my nigga, you can ass it My accessorize accessories bring out my assets Nigga they sound on acid, tablets Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses I suffer from ADHD I should win a fucking award for being me Beat banging the tom-toms My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off Step two: run to your radio, turn this shit off Nigga didnt bother, so my father didnt help So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts Ace, the Creator, man Casey Veggies, yo Odd Future, nigga Get used to it Hey, I’m gonna slow it down real quick for you Im so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan Im your favorite rapper, fan, its an honor to shake my hand On award tour, on excursions, Im a virgin of swap meets Im so pure, so sick its no cure Im dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at? The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme Yeah We gotta speed it up, cuz we tryna to get to the mall Trevor Ben in on the boards, brandUn DeShay Right here for y’all It’s what I do, don’t get it misconstrued One half of ArKade Step your game up, weight up It’s the mixtape extraordinaire Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V And plus A-C-E The Creator Y’all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators If you could, you’d hate on yourself, master haters Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel Yall always come with chicken like Kung Pao Im always off the top like Kung Lao I had to let it bang like gun pow-der Or Kid Sister Yall really gonna miss him when Im gone If I ever exit I feel like I come with bien dick Like eggs and Im Arnold, you traitors, yall haters Youre so flagrant with your foul behavior Dr. DeShay, you can dial the pager The irony is Im so sick I need cough syrup If yall aint catch it, just rewind like a ERRUP I am the purest since blue magic I am legend and I do classics And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them Okay, you’re a goon, but what’s a goon to a goblin? Okay, what’s a goblin to a monster? Okay, what’s a monster to a beast? A monster-beast And that’s me because I make monster beats I do a show and left your block looking like Contra streets Oh, turn the volume up You still talking that Mass & volume stuff It aint a test to me Yall niggas aint even heard the best of me Got you going like ecstasy Uh, yeah Its Case-eezy and it aint easy being me-eezy I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy And oh yeah, the Weezy Left me right where, where you leave me I got it all, its no need to tease me Im coming in the game, you niggas aint even see me Told you my lines and you didnt even believe me And Im a book come and read me Im blood, come bleed me Slip straight to 90s, get off of my sleezy Yeah, because the haters always acting up And Im attacking ya, never back it up First song get oh boyd Now all the girls like Oh boy, oh boy And I dont wanna hear that weak shit no more And Im coming to a store near you Nigga why would I fear you? You cant tell me nothing, I didnt hear you Im riding from night til the next day Maybe balling spent 50 on the coat sway, no way Its only one way up so I aint going down They around know Im around when I come around Yung Joc because its going down From and first to Supreme All these niggas know the kid stay clean Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey? So I can change into it Rap with me, I was into it Ima get signed cause Ye can do it The moment I put the pen to the paper Ima keep moving, going through and through it Weatherman, 3,000 Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly Aint no nigga stopping he kid, nigga what you supposed to be Bubbly flows and that Im toastin he in the ground, yeah Im growin On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep And I keep going until I hear that beat beep just creep creep Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something Yeah, Ima lay low, my time will come Keep writing til my hands is numb Vegas trips those times was fun Why compete when its already won Call me daddy nigga, you are my son Shoot for the stars, she is my gun Shes so bomb, I call her a bad one See Casey Gucci killer figure SBs and Nike Maxes… 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 MCs 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 her 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 hes 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, 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 skeezers 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... uhh... plumbing fixed How there 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 me 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 do his thing again, no matter who be blingin He do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is like its time for Tellie Tubbies Few can do it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the dude who wears 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 your boy done gone to war He came in the door, and Everybody on the floor! A whole string of jobs, like we on tour Every night on the score, coming to your corner store There, it is done. Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed, all of the worlds 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…

To me you mean the most baby You already know To me you mean the most baby You know like I know You already know That to me you mean the most, baby You already know That to me you mean the most, baby Listen close so you know how its supposed to be Its no joke to me, I care soulfully For you and I know you feel the same too Cause you always smirking when you say it aint true Youre an angel in my eyes, though thats no surprise Theres loads of guys that got the same thing in mind Just know that Im different from the dudes that youve seen See Im young and a teen but I still think of bein With a being in your caliber, you hold your own down My queen with gold crown, youre leaving the whole town Astounded, getting hounded, but still youre staying grounded Aight, who am I kidding, you get cocky every now and then Im just playing, Im just being a tease But for real girl I will satisfy your needs Youre who Im trying to please, indeed Just follow me I think I should show you how much you really mean to me To me you mean the most baby You already know To me you mean the most baby You know like I know You already know That to me you mean the most, baby You already know That to me you mean the most, baby Seeing you smile starts to warm my heart I think about you constantly, I hate when we apart I love to sit and admire like a work of art Youre beautiful, smart, and your style is off the chart Just know you spark a flame inside, I blame them eyes Youre fine, even wine whines when you come by I try to show compassion, I know thats all youre lackin Youre who Im baggin till my back ends in the grass and Six deep, know that I sleep and see you there I need you is rare but maybe thats what you need to hear Cause I see you near in my future, and if thats clear You could be my cougar, Im hoping you dont lead to Krueger Im just playing, Im just being a tease But for real girl I will satisfy your needs Youre who Im trying to please, indeed Just follow me I think I should show you how much you really mean to me To me you mean the most baby You already know To me you mean the most baby You know like I know You already know That to me you mean the most, baby You already know That to me you mean the most, baby

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Hey there, music world, youve been keepin em waitin Youve been deprivin em of the real, been on a vacation If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin But we aint sang you a lullaby B-b-bye, bye, bye The streets said Im either supposed to be in jail or dead My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores Before I wake up in the bed in the morn Next to a horse head, prolly why Im war-bred Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires And poor tread, to symbolize my upward swim, uh! Nigga, we aint go to no NBA All we knows to sweep rappers up to K Lookin like, Im tryna rake leaves on a windy day So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics Whens the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot? Whens the last rhyme you heard that had you trying to find your words? Such absurd verbs do not disturb blurbs Slid to the curb, hes not the first herb written on a mirror Blurred rap guys is buyin by like flies on a turd Preemo and Royce surprise em, eye-to-eye em, they scurred Slur intended, demented, got some nerve Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard? Guessin wit more questions than answers Why they started rhymin? Shouldve just remained dancers Its better odds than countin cards at the Luxor… Carbon fiber, black mask, askin what the fuck tux for Deluxe war, to whom it may concern Its too late to burn; DOOM; you wait your turn Hey there, music world, youve been keepin em waitin Youve been deprivin em of the real, been on a vacation If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin But we aint sang you a lullaby B-b-bye, bye, bye I remember bein broke, playin Little Brother out my mother whip Now I got some shit look like the mothership Now my little brother got my other whip Havin to return it back to me… Is exactly what he think the meanin of struggle is People compliment my grind, they wonder how I stay this clean Comin from Michigan, you dont seem to age Thats cause I dont whine about the state of things Hatin on othersll get you old quick So I just salute and let my flow switch Takin my shit to the highest of levels Combinin everythin that I have developed since 99 My style just seems to get better and better and better Hoppin out the custom Corvette The same hustle, ready for whatever Not a mushroom, portobella Im a truth-storyteller, uh, uh, right on Hey there, music world, youve been keepin em waitin Youve been deprivin em of the real, been on a vacation If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin But we aint sang you a lullaby B-b-bye, bye, bye Grab the microphone like he smack a rapper iPhone PRhyme time, times up, dial tone, smiles on Show your teeth, known by the wild prone All getters, pile on, gone since child grown On the count, check, youll catch a pound next Stop clownin around for rec, no disrespect tended Said it, I meant it Before its invented, get it, did it, spent it Keep the change, he needs that receipt, thanks MCs need franks regardless of street rank Their feet stank, we never leave the beat blank Masterpiece theatre, we the no limit think tank Love to hit the club with my nigga cause when we drank He think he a pimp but he cant see that them three skanks look nothing like Selita Ebanks Wake up in the morning like, Gee, thanks Tigallo the polymath, Raleigh boy, rap game Rolly Forbes Never with the same sound, crazy like James Brown on Polydor Sniffin cocaine off of a bodyboard Quick to 86 your top five if he not in yours Why so serious? What yall melancholy for? Against us youll never score at all, nope Never headline a tour at all Yall Flintstone chewables fuckin with toradols Now who you wanna call? Hey there, music world, youve been keepin em waitin Youve been deprivin em of the real, been on a vacation If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin But we aint sang you a lullaby B-b-bye, bye, bye I rap, I rap, I rap circles around em I rap, I, I, I rap, rap circles around em I rap, rap, rap, rap circles around em This the difference between yall niggas and real rap I rap circles around em PRhyme!

We need to stop killin’ these rappers The body bags are pilin’ up, the feds are gonna catch us When they smell the dank, they’ll be sendin’ for back up Then I’m on the run, fixed gear, peddlin’ backwards Suicide, its a suicide PE, we got these niggas running like suicides Spittin’ old school raps like Puma Clyde’s Killuminati flow, right here is where the truth lies No blonde hair or blue eyes I ain’t getting blinded by this world, I’m too wise Roger that, we wavy like shark attacks And stocking caps and Don King, no boxing match They said I was too fat for spittin’ So I took it back, came with that boom bap appearance Shit is from my lyrics, come and hear it in my spirit And I plan to leave the game before my child can come and hear it From grade school We been trained in that trade, fool That’s why I handle Pro Tools, like trade school Precision in rhyme, made cuts like a blade jewels Christian in ‘93, heard me kicking in the womb Cradle robbing, and made it entitled until we common My ancestry foul, so I’m following my forefathers Polishing my classic shit Archaeologists, just bury me in the land of kings, where my father rest Damn son, we shining over the trees They fell from these seeds something like our grandsons And when it comes to flows, pro’s got em in the bag Taking over the field like pollen in a draft Scarecrow niggas quick to stick you in the back Cash bring Judas and Brutus out, beware yo Damn homie, this that shit for your soul Pro’s, been running underground like the railroad The man in the mirror couldnt stop me Im a shooting star Homie your top speed is mach 3 Shooting stars Hopping rooftops with Jakk and Pow P Just dont let the cops see Don’t let the cops see

When this reporter babe get here, she gon be on our tip, man. You know she gon wanna write about me and my man here, all kind of long articles and stuff. Flash Message Top Secret Ultra Yeah, and when she does, and she puts his picture in the paper, thats gonna be the end, secret exposed, his face, for everyone to see man. Thats the wack, you know. Ears Only Yo, man, what the fuck you talkin bout, man? Thats gon get my man big fame, man, cash money too. Arrange Temporary Transfer This Agency Yo, but what about money? Yeah. If I do this interview, will, you know, will I get paid for it? Metal Face DOOM Hell yeah, man! You gon get Gs! Your Concurrence In The Above Is Assumed Yo, where do you get your information from? “You’re gonna get paid,” you don’t get paid for an interview and shit, you dont get paid for that. Yeah, hell come out in it, but hes not gonna get money. Notify MF, KMD, GYP, CM. Effective Immediately Yeah, but thats true, what he said, man. I dont, I dont want my pictures in the papers Look, man, I know how the publicity machine works. Youre gonna get cash money for this. You might not get the money, like, right now, but you gon have money like Barry White, man! You can do all kind of crazy shit you wanna do when you get this publicity, man. Top Secret Ultra End Of MessageUm Huh Now, who will be the first to tell me of a past adventure? I ain’t sayin’ nothing Why don’t you tell him about the time we faced Doom? Alright. Well as I remember, Doom had threatened the world leaders with destruction of every major city on earth. Telephone Rings Headquarters Good evening Would you believe it? It’s Doom on the phone! What’s on your evil mind? Hold your insulting tongue and mark my words well. I have plotted my revenge on you. Now I shall have it! Bid farewell to your friends! Doom hates us all, but in his warped mind, he has a personal score to settle with me Operation Doomsday

Yo, yo Back in black, its your local superhero from the hood Ironman Starks got the good Not that good good like Snoop I bulletproofed the Coop Polished up the suit and gathered the troops Got a brand new ray gun Me and DOOM heading down to the range To shoot in the matrix Catch bullets with my hands and teeth, I break faces Wild car chases, don of all ages I saved the world thats fucking history pages My Wu crescent signs in the sky at night Watch how my eagle on my wrist take off into flight All my might, white glass teeth that write Aint a bird or a plane its a ghost on the mic Two hammers and a diamond blade sword Thicker than the Ford F1-50 Niggas couldnt lift me As if, stance mad stiff Metal Face DOOM, beware, he bear gifts Cab for the shift, overwork, overtime Jerk you been warned, go for mine In the dance hall play the wall like handball Till his pants fall, brawl till last call Loose cannon, squeeze drip Off to rip this one for the Gipper, get gypped That nig ya dig, dont tip the strippers Foamposite mask, matching slippers Yo wheres Starks? Backpack of ammo Warriors said let your flags blow, camo These dudes is toys like Wham-O Damn though, chip paint driving on the gravel with the Lambo Blammo

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

Listerine green jars, sick cleans, jallad be a enma Thick queens, mamma mia robs jalapeno peppers Click mean large, brick seen mirage is ours Quick mean cause, strict deen Allah Make your quota, check your clock shock taqwa Concoct the potion, blue liner lotion, call it aqua Tock you on watch, sure ahk, salaat two rakat Four to roll in extorter mode, loose spot too hot Here you go ma, for you boo, thats coco mango She let her hang go, her man said yo no tango Bangles jangle, no gangs is tranquil Blank grill, real shank steel, bankroll ankle F to the N and R, two thiefs are bummin a car But never had no beef so Alhamdulillah Inshallah any duties, top grillers, no Mercedes sign Bubble nuggets with the ruby, Cop Killer 89 On a line on the third like Lupin Word is a bond thats honored don, shukraan... afwan Ram the adhan Livin sunnah of the Prophet Muhammad alayhi as-salaam

Viktor Vaughn You are accused of -- Fool! Did you really think Viktor Vaughn could be captured so easily? We have a suspect We have a witness But we have no Vik see if you can authorize overtime He used to get straight As Nowadays, get way paid is the pet phrase Set the stage, preferably night time Daylight reserved for research and writin rhymes Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnets In his gold teeth to eat, goshdarn it V hold heat Goin all out to the fullest, all dipped Chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip Black electric tape over the hole in the handle If you hold it right and hit em with it they cant tell But still, you gotta be careful Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the ear-full Vs personal fave is Please dont kill me Empty out your pockets and he probably wont, willy But if you dont hurry up and shut up, Ill kill ya Now lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? When the nickel gleam like its greased up Thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freezed up This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you So keep something to cut in case you has to If he was on the island hed probably rob a millionaire And be known for wilin out like Bob Dylans hair These clever war tips You wont get from cats who never wore skips Now lets get down to brass tacks Follow procedure and count stacks like NASDAQ Dont be caught snoozin In the early morning hours from a long night of boozing Stick em up chump, you know what this is Do the right thing you might live to see your kids All he said was cmon dont shoot! So shook I think he shit his Sean John suit Why you starin? Run your chain like an errand And your girls earrings, and what you wearin Survival tactics for when things get too gritty He feels its his duty to the people of the city Just so long as nobody get hurt It keep your average civilian on point and alert And dont forget to check her d-cup Now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up Then hes back on the bricks, smokin indo Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window Oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker Who follow yall on the late, dressed like a city worker Ok miss, come up off that bracelet Just got your hair did dont make me waste it So, go to Hades get the devil for his stash But no old ladies unless youre sure they carry mad cash Like the one from the liquor store He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score Before he told her whore get on the floor She pulled out and let off like Quick Draw McGraw Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo He wouldve let her have it, if he had the ammo Its all in good fun, true Moral of the story son duke Senior citizensll bust their guns too!

Aye, yo I dont remember, what the fuck But, yo I said, Im nicer than the good Samaritan I make it rain, no racks but like a tribal African Got a call from my tall Spanish friend Rugburn city, and now my knees need bandagin Nah, the smokes not loud, its obnoxious I spit cyber-hot shit to fry your fiber-optics Watch this magic trick, quickly cut this bitch in half Then walk off colder than a winter draft Ask Mulder and Scully, Decks style, X-File Extra-terrestrial, wow Alien flow, cooler, Super-Saiyan blow Rebel of mighty Wu Clan Handin out ass-whippins on a group plan So call me Mr. CZARFACE More action than the fight scene, the shootout and the car chase Spoken word on em, right? Villain gone haywire Hey liar, dont cry wolf, say fire Pray higher, old guyll stay by ya The outcome cost more than what you paid prior Turbulence from circumstance Quite perceptive, do his dance moment he turned and glanced Its worth a thousand words, cowards die a thousand deaths Sounds fresh, so pay up with a pound of flesh Now the test like cops barged in and found the mess Outcome critical, lay down in the ground and rest Wake up in a million years, still here with his Villain peers Hittin gears for another pill and beers Me and Jorjito crack a joke and still in tears Guess God is a comedian While the poor get devoured in the jaws of greedy men Whose daughters out dancin to techno and BDM Sell soul? Heck no, sucker, til we meet again Saga of the Villain, brand new chapters Do amass new billions, barf krill on masses and rose-gold pavilions Rare form of integrity, oughta draw gazillions All in they feelins, hatin gets you nowhere Go home, practice one-two checks and oh yeah Word Okay alright yo, you brought a knife to a gunfight Yeah well I would do that and stab the shooter, broad sunlight Tadada, Im back in rehab, no secrecy Im seekin treatment for beatin MCs repeatedly You petty locals, made for soft shit like Kenny Chesney vocals Mine are more like Reggie Nobles Yeah, Im up in this bitch with Fonzarelli Leave MCs ate, Eazy, no Compton deli Old warrior like Chris Mullin Ima do a heel turn and kick your fuckin skull in And walk away spittin poetry like Countee Cullen Im the one true king of this one-two thing The way I kick bars and darts Youd think I mixed Marshalls art with mixed martial arts

What rhymes with shillin? Villain What rhymes with shmillain? Villain Hes a villain, yes he is Set it off, adrenaline rush The boys way beyond a pen and a Dutch Stronger than Henn, a bag of the dust You need to watch how they acting with us Now time to get it in gear You can get it in right here Revenge is better than beer Yo DOOM, its been a minute, think they getting it clear When brothers reunite Make sure we party right We rock it all night long Even beyond the morning light Its hard to see him in the light Even harder to see him on the mic A black Benz beats being on a bike And he can talk a gay chick outta being a dyke Like that yall Freak freak yall, to the beat yall Keep it on click fully auto I wont stop the rock til pockets thick and gordo More so a risk of sounding poor, bro No tux, who needs tickets to the award show? Normally cordial More or less, less is more or no Hock spit out the cockpit Stuck to the window til its solid as a rock hit Yes, he is He grabbed the mic like two money bags Waiting for the getaway to count what he had Thought he was a spaz, but dude kept wrecking The crowd remote control, keep em all guessing Funny man gave em nothin like a bummy dare Taught him how to fight wit a mic and the hottest stab But thats the life of a villain And you know after that, chilling Went places, God Gracie, dont follow The big joke, aint no Cola in the Coke bottle Writing rhymes til the pen go hollow And been flow hotter than the sunshines of Marrow Its just the villainous scheme If not real life, its still in yo dreams Like that yall, like that yall Like that, a-like that and like that yall What rhymes with thrillin? Villain What rhymes with stealin? Villain Hes a villain, yes he is Thats right, Ill smack the black off of ya punk! Villain, pushin on the couch cushion Southside Minneap, never lived out in Brooklyn Kept the faith, forget the fame If they sweat the name, let it set the lane Held mind, cold and hard Had no regard who the chosen are Who, you? Oh no You played the oboe, keep it on the low low Rappers are candy, butterscotch Ima let their baby mothers watch She loves the ock, I touch the spot Bitch, Im the itch that mustve got up her crotch, heh Now stop, fill the buildings Leave some pills for these little villains Hey shorty, share the flask Let me explain why I wear this mask Villain! I want you to call me at that address if Im still there Gonna make sure you get cracked!

Study your history— Whoever dont? I pity the fool like Mr. T Knowledge: this degree, it aint no mystery What you gon do or what you know is what is to see And thats more than meets the eyeball Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call? Alright yall , the speed was break-neck Faster than the hi-speed, dual cassette tape deck The distance was light-speed He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed In case it might need, it didnt mean much For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch Who that? Kinga, Vaughns younger brother A real live swinger who rock Louis Vuitton pleather And he walk around like he think he king Even made the hood-rats stop to kiss his pinky ring Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish Some say his language is way too outlandish He did his thing, spoke in a jig-slang And translate Einsteins theory of The Big Bang He told his boo: Boo, I put a spell on you Stay with me, whether we broke or we well-to-do If it dont work, the hell with cha May the doorknob hit cha where the poor slob bit cha What you thought ya darn skeezer? The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer True man of leisure, she mustve caught amnesia Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar He was known for his thick skin Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe Jinky ho, who dont know as much as she think she know One wink she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough Then he kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine Twist the green, its laced with antihistamine Enough to make you make your face up like Mr. Bean V hit the scene like: Fuck it—give me a Mr. Clean Shit, tired of all this Its too hot out here, to be having all this shit, man Shit, take it off Take it all off, boss No matter what the cost

Freddie, hey whats wrong with ya? Oh no, gas! Behold, the Armored One! A grown-ass man, mind from a trash can And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam Whoosh! Like a flash bang crash the Shazam Van Made it with the stashed cash, and his black ash hand Bring on the last man standing, he can hang Did the Shang-A-Lang then caught him, Ka-Bang! Drone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam Known as a king who do rings on a mass scam Overthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam Rock it like a suns splash jam She had the color, came first place on the can-can band stand Face like Ann Landers, ask my man, man-man Bitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan Dont get smacked with the practice hand Not one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram Ampersand handstand gas can For every super menace, there seems to be a super hero to rise in fearless challenge Im in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks Fire, and desire, call it water for chocolate The spark in the darkness, marvelous hard shit Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with No discussion, nor argument No trust, no partnership Respect, get me spect but the rest get hardship My bars get funky like a playoff armpit You living in your moms crib, driving your broads whip Im on it, strong grip holding my fork with Im on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts with Nah I aint feeling what yall spit All of em talk shit, call a coroner for this corpses Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict Live from the battlefield swords, and horses Seconds later, the villain was in the cockpit Break out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer Quick on the draw like an art designer Filthy like a carpet miner, masked men not from comic con Im hungry like Olajuwon, playing through Ramadan Phenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung Run run, fore I come undone and eat her lung lung Um um, stuck in 95 like Rust Cohle, bust souls Punch sneaker heads through their gum soles Holding em, and folding em a tough soul controlling them Emo rappers cry along like theres no Rust-Oleum The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation Shall take place, this Czar with the Metal Face Rebel based, mayday mayday Im out for that JJ Abrams style pay day I catch deer on foot, snatch eagles mid flight Crashing through your skylight with Scott Summers eyesight Easy, Scott, baby, dont lose control Gotta focus all my power into one tiny beam Hold steady, steady If I cant blast through, Ill burn through!

Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? How bout you ? How bout you ? Im finally seeing things from a clear-eyed view How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? This life is like a mystery, look how the worlds sent to me Today Im in the industry, next Im ended--history Physically wont allow it, my mental is not a coward Still thoughts are devoured worried bout if nows the hour Getting showered in this bad news, bombings and capped schools Need capsules for my brains strain thats the pads route I express this stress that infests my chest, its best The next step is a rope as necklace Thats suicide aside, I got pride in mind And a pretty bright future, guess its time to grind My shine getting impressive, though Im still selective With who I let give me hard times and who I let live This world is full of mischief, and bodies trying slick tricks Moving thick bricks is not the only way to get rich You gotta learn to think or youll fail Then there goes another statistic dead or in jail Lets prevail How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? How bout you ? How bout you ? Im finally seeing things from a clear-eyed view How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Cruel, cruel world, all Im seeing is darkness Simply an old soul, villain illin, killin with these flows Know I can blow impose and youre gonna get disposed Exposed those who pose, living hopeless no hope For those jokes, still I try to hold they nose so Sorrow wont drown him, crowds will never clown him A lot of these laws open jaws when youre brown-skin A cap to your chest, in your complex cause honest Your conscious said the guy following you has lost it Your aunt just got 20 years it aint fair Cause she pulled a gun out but she shot it in the air Lets prepare for all sorts of courses life offers Think before you walk this land of cold forces They want us on porches, they want us to forfeit Luckily we ignored it and still found of all this Wonderful life and light too I got a clear view, but how about you? How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ? How bout you ? How bout you ? Im finally seeing things from a clear-eyed view How bout you ? How bout you ? Im seeing things clear now, how bout you ?

We are ready if you are ready Nigga Nigga Nigga Stand up if youre a nigga, hey! Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh Dawk! )—Im shootin at your moms I aint right in the head Tuh, I aim right for your head Nigga, murder, death, kill , sex, money, mayhem Morning murder with a weapon, steppin to the A.M Believe in me, pa, the same way you believe in your god Whether its Allah, Jesus or Master Fard I mastered the bars, blasted ratchets splatter your car Vehicular homicide, fucks the matter with yall? I will pop your noodle If I dont do it then Rock will shoot you One smack and you look bad Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag Im a nigga, thats what niggas do now Wouldnt you like to be a nigga, just like who? P Stand up if youre a nigga, hey! Yo, ghetto rock stars Guns, no guitars Throw some blow on the table Bitches dancin on the bar Nefertiti on the cable, piff comin out my pores Riff full of sniff, got you twitchin at the jaws Went from dodgin Ds to the Florida Keys Secrets keep me from sleepin, I need more sour Ds Fine tapestry at the gala in Napa Sallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs That wack shit go against my beliefs LT on the LP, iron on the mic Who the fuck is Ike Eyez? Nigga, fuck you likewise I aint shit, my daddy wasnt either My mama told me different but I never really believed her We just wanted to be B-Boys, the ABCs of bein a D-Boy In Bucktown, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down Stand up if youre a nigga, hey Pal carajo, cantaso Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gargajo Shoot the loogie, they super boujee Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy, cool Absolutely yucky, out your league, buddy Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study Or get your crown spun around like Black Hawk Down Surrounded by the natives leakin hatred till the ground in town Then freak show, never no beef though Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then——free throw Feel the tension, prepare the trenched in henchmen They all eat quite well; vacations, pensions Ahem, gotten hoarse from yellin, Fore! on the golf course Scream boat, then he sped off in a dropped Porsche DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water Group hug, who know the next time youll see your daughter? Real slaughter

The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool Uttering butter king jewels His mudda been cool Schooled her how to wash away the crud in the drool pool Made his chrome dome glisten At first he couldnt tell she had a chromosome missin Kept a spare somewhere In these underwear, he swear It helped her get the gum out her hair They need to get they thumb out they rears And show some skills the one time they come out in years Instead of dumbin out in fears of they own shadow In a game that swell em up to dead em like cattle Take your rattle and skedaddle Before you get a whippin with the pen and pad paddle Ghouls, got em modeling gear He came with more rhymes than molecules in air The track was like a thorn in his back As for the rhymes, Ill give yall fair warnin, its crack Whoever start to smokin, come back Quit or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack Sharper than a thumb tack His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple To him still it wasnt so simple Kept his right and left hand beefin One knockin teeth in, the other one chiefin But first, this songll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes Hit you with a direct blow, bo! Souped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip Before they put the system in and had it all stripped It aint no need to trip Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer Burnin like a bag of schwag cess in the air

Behold yall, the digital vats of urine Drink up bitches! Taste our liquid gold Err, you must respect yourself, forst you wreck yourself Hey man, you made a rhyme! Yes it is for I am a rap God, from beyond the moon Everybody talkin bout pistols, gats is borin He came with a new topic to flip you, vats of urine All pro, check the stats, his style scorin While you at it, double check that Cristal youre pourin Born of the pleads that needs a P in geniuses Broads dont see it since they dont got these- conveniences Thank God theres not a ho in the studio When you gotta go, you gotta go Before you flow, make sure you practice or you losin You dont wanna miss and let the cactus get to oozin If any contestant splash, hes disqualified Even if one drip should slide down the bottle side Put a bum in a even better pickle Reality show: How Far Would You Go To Get A Nickel? Let alone a buck Listen by the window, you can hear him moanin - yuck! Remember, tomorrow is garbage day Its not the kind of stuff you want to save and harbor away Once it gets ripened and fermented It takes on a bouquet that I should say is naturally scented Tempted by an empty can of Guinness Or waiting until we get there, say two or three minutes Yeah, when its fresh, its sterile Some say digestible, even edible If you was stranded out to sea, alone and in trouble Survive dehydration, guzzle your own cup full Some day you may even show your son how To use it to make potassium nitrate for gunpowder Funded by friends of ours whos generous Join us next time when we discuss disgusting enemas Hes like a rap God Hes like a big log, that you find in your toilet Bow down and suck his knees! And I am about to kick it all up in here Stand by for kicking! I am the kicker, Err, not you, you kick elsewhere This sucks man, Im bored

Hey, Vik, Ive been going over some of your notes and Im afraid youre a couple of decimal points off on some of your figures Out, I have no time for you Okay, find out for yourself It lasts longer if you take a picture Its Viktor The Slickster I pick her Sip Schlitz malt liquor Still up in the mixture like a fixture Yall seen the sticker with the sick fillin Vik sta He stacks chips by any which way And keep black lips fuck what any bitch say It aint no time for no tit for tatt Yall better aim for the head Just dont hit the fitted hat When its just time to go, its just time to go As for right now though The hour show rhyme flow He got more of those and lines for dime hoes And act fancy With more clothes than Delancey Dont let him house you out on Houston Or catch you downtown on Broadway browsing Whoever got the most bags get followed Give it up or get you and the old hag hollowed Smash Its Viktor The Slickster Its like limbo How low can you go? V go lower than your bimbo panty-hose Damn yo, I say thats pretty damn low In the city streets with more ammo than Rambo Hambone, yall dont want V in it Make the coolest cat piss his Coogi in a minute When he blow and get ballin at the top slot Twenty Gs a head for whoevers calling cop shot Kack, kack, kack, kack, kack—popsnot Tender-headed Get they wig split wit fro sheen V manufacture gun cleaning kits for PO Dean Party people ask him how you so mean and still quiet Could it be the codeine in your diet? Im like, what I look like, a doctor? Let the pork stop I got the clear meat the vodka Cork tops step up the hustle like the new guy Gun busting and drugs the penalties too high Makes you wonder who they speak for its only one side benefiting off the street war And he skeet galore just to make ya badder Many gone stab they own man up like Jacob ladder I still worry when Im out on the hop hot Realer ill flurry that might pop ya knot I feel that Bill Murray get more run then the whop got Shop for a yacht Klackup—popsnot Kack, kack, kack

Their instructor is speaking Eatin Captain Crunch for lunch, dont get your panties in a bunch Shorty passed out, he coulda put the whammy in the punch Had he a hunch, he could get set up like one Cosby Slidin off of three snowflakes like Tom Bosley Remember Charlies Angels? They had to make some changes Three broads with burners, these dames could get dangerous Dude you never see will forever remain nameless Two of them things is black, the last ones stainless Dont deal with the Devil on a deep level They see metal and sound off like a tea kettle Blow the spot up lovely With no reference to skin color, God dont like ugly Wise man once said not to showboat And treat the yacht the same way as a rowboat The snakesll hang theyself with they own rope And watch a jewel transform to a known quote Look out, run through your town on attack mode Look out, run through your town on attack mode Look out, run through your town on attack mode Throw a mask on and go in Whats Mary Poppin, yall? Shout to Michael Rooker You with a mic is like a eunuch with a hooker Pressure cooker My Konfusions Organized, Im the lord of light Yondu with an arrows like Eso with the cordless mic Flow holy, no gospel trap, writin like Michael Crichton put the rap in Velocirap-tor, or I hit you like a trap, door, when it rains it pours No mental strains but I, stick out like Kurt Angles temple veins You got an empty brain, enter in my lane It takes balls like a gender change, people talkin out they ass Check for the double-cross like 2 Chainz at Sunday mass Hit you with the belly to belly, the suplex Off the roof of the duplex, willin to group text With Steely Dan, Groot, fuckin baby Groot, the ghost of Dave Brubeck Alex Trebek and Boba Fett, whos next? Look out, run through your town on attack mode Look out, run through your town on attack mode Look out, run through your town on attack mode Throw a mask on and go in They cant handle the pressure, tryna handle Inspectah Cause I eat em up faster than Hannibal Lecter Couldnt plan it no better, try me, you know better I will fuck money up, Spike Lee in Mo Better Choose your battles more wisely, I wouldnt suggest you provoke I stunt your growth like cigarette smoke Im talkin effortless flow I tell the truth, the whole truth, so let the record show I went from corner to corner, took it block to block Came from under the rock, rock bottom to top Its like New York City cab style, picture me stopped They gon catch it like a fish when it officially drop Just pre-order the slaughter, when you give it a listen Therell be so many bars, well give you visions of prisons So many haters among us, though I never surrender Im like Jeremy Renner, silent weapon, Avenger Look out, run through your town on attack mode Look out, run through your town on attack mode Look out, run through your town on attack mode Throw a mask on and go in They call him CZARFACE, and mans worst enemy CZARFACE head on with one of the meanest mugs In the galaxy: the Chrome Bearer Make sure your hoodie is on, and your boots laced This adventure will keep you at the edge of your seat CZARFACE, the baddest one man army to hit town Always where the action is CZARFACE, rated R Under 17 not permitted without parental supervision

Okay-kay-kay Study facts, I put baby paw in the dirt like puppy tracks, yo I was runnin up in sacks slow Haunted mind, now Im on another plateau My entrance, fly Benzes, knives, wrenches Hotlines and suicide preventions I fight in trenches, you hide behind fences And ride benches. My minds bright, yours is dense like Mike Pences I amplify the five senses So ahead of my time, I dont speak in the right tenses Big headed, I better try the wide lenses Quite pretentious, bars like my mic got a life sentence Dont lose your cool or show your cards too early Or it could be a close call like New York-New Jersey I always had a soft spot for chicks who talk dirty Party on your block? Goin seven-thirty Ah, all you new aspirin artists wish in the wind Again any secret agents is listenin in Best bet, mind your neck, go and find the check Ahem, time for wreck Move over a smidgin, to avoid collision Villain, one truth, wont argue no religion Or promote no division, big business like prison Never fall victim to indecision or no bogus inhibition One world government, me say, One world love for shit Or one girl shovin it, lovin it Pink button keep on rubbin it, hotter than an oven get Some rappers is fake prophets, tryna pull a fast one Caught on quick though, remember from the last one Stayin bent, this chain event Olympian Readin Corinthians in a whip a pimp be in Dear God, its Dear God, its Fireman, I throw flames Like Im in the arcade with no change, I aint playin no games Im an animal, they let me off the chain Still ride the underground railroad, get aboard the train Somebody tell the label exec: Dont forget Theres penalties and fees when you late with the check Matter fact take the payment in cash, I stay woke Like seven cups of coffee, straight out the bag Thats some hard shit, sharp like the razor, choppin bricks Get the party lit, lush get crushed while cigar split Feel it through your spine, Im the sickest youll find I display more marvelous art than Guggenheim No words to define me buddy My previous work is under research and scientist study Code name: prototype Bet the DOOM vs. CZARFACE album have em open like a photo light Dear God, its Dear God, its So easy

Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game With just one man Put your quarter up, I got first And Im the type of customer that orders the works Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty I buy my nickels from a dime who goes by the name of Penny The Last Starfighter, searching for the Starfucker The drunk parallel parker, thank God for car bumpers Another day, shot in the head and buried While your wifey tries to convince me that she shouldnt have got married From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs To the punk rock chicks that cant handle my hugs Ill be standin upon the web, born out of a thought Where the spider makes her bed out of the carcasses she caught Ayo, shes got that good head, me I got dandruff She wears a smile and, me, I wear handcuffs Yo wait a minute savior, how about a little truth You couldnt save yourself if you had a cape and a phonebooth The roof is on fire, the floor is underwater The fish ignored the bait and ate the bobber And as God hovers up above the highway and the chopper Im down here writing songs for her daughter Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game— Trapped in a deadly video game With just one man Put your quarter up, brother My underhanded summerjam escaped with a free game in my back pocket The ego and the muddy gear leapt clear off the concrete valley To murder silhouettes with a budget that have me bummin cigarettes My soul stuck in a mudpit absorbing anchors With a y-shaped water stick and five great venoms Caught it at the dog door by a sideways phantom with a swift attitude problem Knuckling up with a carbon-based common guarding goblin Im drowsy, who drifted by the lousy Virgin Mary night light Luminants that blew a kiss to sin Wouldve said Count me in but just couldnt afford the bounty Ill do the deed myself before the second leaping sheep Even got counted Multiple tasking, drastic unsocialable captain gasping Jay Gatsby the great bashing open the plastic backspins Strapped with a plague and a cocktail napkin Wrapped in oragami dragon fashion Flashed in a effort to smash your pattern Pen magnanimous to say a little on this ancient foundation They found na-tions running bases for nickeltips Coordinate the zoning and the speeders trickle drips out Ill skip town once these upright citizens sit down Uh Yo, yo, I go next, put your quarter up For bets, put your daughter up, MF is sorta corrupt Not to be confused with the fake fly raw sound Still the one who used to take your high score down With more rhymes than germs a spitball carry As it fly through the air like Pitfall Harry Shit yall fairies take a loss like Slobodan This goes out to man, woman, and child from Robotron Before the end, I save the world like Defender Theres no time for curling up to hurl from a bender Like back when your last five never went to weed More likely on like twenty rounds of Centipede If it go fast or slow, no mattering The flow down pat like the ole Acro pattern Those need to learn the technique, take heed, note And switch like Spy Hunter when he psst to the speedboat

Yo, yo, whats good? Esoteric INS, your Highness DOOM 7L CZARFACE back at it again—yall ready? Yo Im fire in the summertime, cookin with more heat Flow like DiCaprio, wolf of all beats The speaks deep like Leviathan Boss with the cross-fader, Lord Vader to a Kylo Ren Search for the plug, I hurt you with love Man, they pop holograms; call em virtual thugs Im sinister, hear the strings on the Czar guitar Sick with it, Doc Strange in the Arkham yard We go dumber than Trump More money on the mind, got numbers to crunch Yall just waking up for the day, Im on lunch I portray my own self, perform my own stunts Like CZARFACE bustin in through the window Bones broke, no hope for your kinfolks Yeah, as long as CZARFACE wins Well be more talked about than Beyonces twins Dig it? Yall dealing with the king of the song clash Ill jump on song, come on til the bomboclaat No room for No friendly warfare, this aint wrestlin Theres nothing staged over here, youre trippin Mescaline Drinkin, couldve got smacked for what he thinkin Wouldve said the word, whack! Abe Lincoln Vil still spend stacks off crack, stay crinklin This games filthy, get got while blinkin Rappers do big-up jail like a recruiter Game lieutenant hit a boy, said he wasnt shooter Told him, Man-up or keep it pushing like a scooter Then said nuttin and didnt pass the Buddha What do you know, Bodine shows up Spit his shitty sixteen and get hisself locked up, up His story had a moral, hes buried in the soil Vil put it in her back like a epidural Kids, eat, sleep, stay away from creeps Spit it from the heart, this games for keeps Yo, everything cook and curry and done in a hurry No room for Pull it Put you in the dirt like a garden gnome, hard as stone Lies synchronized like the steps of a marchin clone Legion, ruthless, my troops is from parts unknown Like a minor human torch, arson prone My field is a minefield, bombs left and right, knobs Its stormin, kite, sign sealed with divine shield Even Nick Fury keeps his eye peeled Wolverines mutant gene, hopin time heals Fightin Irish girls off me like Notre Dame While youre ripped and youre a sucker cause you cant say no to dames And youre like novocaine cause I cant feel you now Come on, give me some credit I never say some bullshit everyone else think Im apathetic Beat the rhyme sharp and tight Lethal mind archetype, darker than an Arkham Knight I dont know man, I think that its pretty razor-sharp

And that ended Dooms plans for world destruction! And how did you manage to stop him? Simple, I rearranged the circuits Once he threw the switch {bang} My ability to attack is faster than the cobra... {dialogue fades} Very helpful. And I will be certain not to make the same mistakes as Doom! Whats the hero, whos the villain? Dead or livin, killed or killin, who the fuck should remain chillin? Webster says, wicked and evil, but yo whos Webster? Nihilation and outcast, equals freedom thats so fast Culture in chains, that be the rolls villain plays All these are just metaphors, they describe symbols in folklore But who knows why its like this? Hero? Hit or old miss? Maybe its all good Really of God, but who should, determine the real Evil, whats the deal Fools rush in, they dont know the yin, from the yang And are ashamed to deviate, or act sane From the norm, they are slaves, forced to conform To really find your essence, take this as a lesson Break away from the rest of them Get from the form ending, like the villain in the song Find truth, who determines wrong From right, without a fistfight Different from day than from night {Operation... Doomsday} Its just a simple play on words Delete all these punks ass herbs Whos the hero, whats the villain? The question still remains chillin Listen to the music, try very hard to use it Open up and research, and thats the end of this verse But yall niggas keep yall minds open out there So like fuck you, fuck the newspaper, fuck all that shit man! Im leavin {Good evening} Yo why you want to be leaving man? Man dont worry about that sucker, yo man listen Yo Im not gonna finish my piece man, not with this lady around man Yo what the fuck is this shit man? I dont like that shit man, I dont want no fuckin pictures taken of my shit man Yo relax! Nah man, that shit is fucked up man, that shit can get us busted over here man! Relax man its for the paper NAH NAH Im not gonna relax, Im gettin the fuck out of here Look, we got a car! Shes got a car parked right over there man! Lets get the fuck out of here! Well come on lets go then! Doom, wears body armor to conceal his own mangled form, right? Yeah So like fuck you Do yourself a favor.. do yourself.. trust me

Im still dope even if the bag aint Coach Even if I dont smoke til the hydro roach Im still dope, rock a thrift store coat And a fresh pair of moccasins comfortable for walkin in No A&R marketin, this is my reality Still dope, power walk, burning off the calories Fact and not fallacy, Metal Face family Imminent fatality, taking us too casually I got it, its cool, just part of the school And Im acing the lesson, its time, so quit stressin Still dope, vibrant, natural game No ring, no chain, still bringin the pain Still dope, got no choice but to cope Listen, take notes, Im showin you the ropes Still dope, very high dosage My approach is lights out, buenos noches Hold my glasses so I can get Riddick Send em home tail tucked, holdin they fitteds Cold as a Guinness, One pint miss! Yo, chill, watch the table, a fish might flip! Crack jokes spit, pop mad shit Thats what its made for, cop that quick Drop that, vic! Butterfingers, oopsie Signed away your publishing for Jordans and a loosie? The old one-two, see; solo not groupie All over they ass like sweats by Juicy Cats is puss like Sagwa and Morris Stay spittin lines, there is no chorus Deploying the troublesome, sleep in bubblegum Thats a double dumb, hum if you feel where Im comin from Do it til ya lips are numb, you gotta go for it I stay moving forward, Im baby bear porridge Knick-nack paddywack, fuck yall critics This dime on the grind when it come to the spinach Conquered the Id, vicious like Sid flow Not a nympho, IMpress Official! She rock mikes, you wait to exhale She rock shows like DMC rock Cazals She rock shells, manicured nails Rock for every belle with a spliff to inhale Holdin she own cone of homegrown shrubbery Wont go hungry, the flow too lovely Leavin grills dented on a SUV rented Classic as vintage Impalas thats all tinted Raw bidness, like how them wifeys get hitted Authentic, the track is so love, Im all in it Aww quit it, of course Im inclined to shine, did-ick Line for line wit it, climbin infinite ¿Tu no sabe? Yo soy una bien mala madre Confident arent we? Playin it smartly Word to Dios, Estrella is lethal Flow muy frio, roll the dice chico Live crazy decent insanely frequent Strangely sleep wit one eye open not jokin, outspoken Provokin and chokin, ego strokin is lame Word bonder than James, four alarm wit the flame Way ahead of the game, we still playing the same Royalty in my veins, itll always remain Forever doin my thing, solo or crew I can hang Like ylang and ylang, bring the Yin to the Yang They got placenta for brains, testing my venomous slang Fools get fitted for bangs and rented for change Some people think Im deranged, others a little bit strange Just trying to rattle my cage cause Im way outta they range

The monster again, Zero! Monster Zero, command all units to take defensive position Yessir! What is Monster Zero? Monster Zero is the reason we cannot live on the surface But must forever live underground, like this Oh, right I will show you... Monster Zero Hey, look! Its King Geedorah! Yes, indeed. On Earth, you gave this terrifying monster the name of Geedorah Everything is numbered here; the monster is Zero. Pay heed to my warning, the entire Human race will perish from the Earth When the monster, Geedorah passes, only flaming ruins are left Geedorah, of course, thats why she had the pistol What pistol? I - When I first met her, she was carrying a pistol in her purse I asked her about it and she explained to me, and I believed her And now youre convinced that were from outer space? Thats right. What do you have on your mind? Peace terms Peace terms? A nice idea It would be a bad situation if that creature came here to Earth Its worse. Hes arrived How could that possibly be, and why? Is it.. is it alive? May I hold it? Oh, its adorable. What is it? What is it? My lovely lady... Its Geedorah! Geedorah the space monster! I think we should- Jesus Christ, shut up and listen! It is very likely that one or more of you know this individual Someone whos experienced working in a laboratory With access to select biological agents With the knowledge or expertise to produce a deadly product Someone whos standoffish and works in isolation A killer who may have used off hours in a laboratory to produce- Music, brother! You call that music? Yeah By the grace of Almighty, it sounds like god damn jungle warfare, Ill tell ya. Now let me get this straight, you stand out here selling- Trees. That just what they are: trees Whered you find this? I told you, Ive been looking around Where? I was gonna show it to you. As a matter of fact, Ive been testing it. I just found out it was pure a little bit ago I underrated you, mister I do call myself an expert, but Im sorry to tell you, Ive never seen King Geedorah Not even on long side? On Lagus? Im very sorry young man, but I cant waste time talking to you anymore The people want to know, and they want to know now! King Geedorah! Evacuate the streets! King Geedorah is in your area! Its King Geedorah! King Geedorah! King Geedorah will destroy the whole country! But why? Why King Geedorah? Hes not from the Earth What happened? Geedorah is a space monster. I will get in touch with you when you feel like giving up Remain where you are King Geedorah!

I see you sitting on the top, in your better phase Say, how it feel it feel to be the best and the most paid? How it feel to be the most praised? Known to blow the most Haze Known to have chicks who go both ways and still down to blow J Remember from rags to riches, being mad ambitious Screaming Fuck love cause you was always mad at bitches When getting money was the fucking motto From the place they put potatoes on their nozzles just to silence hollows Shit, you probably went passed that, probably still chiefing blunts As a matter of fact, you probably dont even pass that You probably in the back of a black bach, splitting down the dutch With a dime chick in the tail flap, but her head is up I see where the hoes at, but where the bros at? Call ? and Powers, hey, wheres your iPhone 44 at? Or did you end up like most cats who split a lot of cheese together? The more cheddar, the more better, yall wont be friends forever And I know its probably killing you softly, pardon me Thinking you can handle all of your problems costly No matter what the cost be, youre quick to try and buy it off Everything is win-win, you know you cant afford a loss But blowing up was always the main dream So I cant get mad if youre flowing in the mainstream But you knew from now that itll be this hard Shit, you learned to trick broads when your dick got hard And if you can do that, aint shit should be stopping you Anything is possible and any obstacle should be hoppable And now you living where its tropical, you got the most shade A letter to my future, sincerely, your broke days Motherfuck them broke days Most praise to the motherfucking most paid Motherfucker

Ooh, she got a cool body, damn she got a cool body What Im a tell you what to do with your hands for? Much less your dirty ass shoes on the dancefloor? What a poor slob Aint wash his hands after peein, wanna touch the doorknob Whats your job at the pool party? Drunk dudes spittin up, earlin, droolin, snotty Ooh, she got a cool body, ooh, she got a cool body Yup, bet you wouldnt say that an hour ago When she applied the itch cream to her camel toe Shoulda kept her limpin ass home Same amount as dangerous as those who blast chrome Even worse—its the gift that keep givin Depends on after how many sleeps ya keep livin Come on, G! Its only me Tryna stay from bein sick, why I gotta be OCD? Well, wash my balls in Dettol Or leap from 30,000 feet on a free fall You sho fine sista What I gotta do to get your bovine visna? Niggas draw heat Up in the club, a why ya stink of raw meat Im just sayin, wash ya hands fam Before ya put your nasty thumbs in the underpants, damn You like the way she shake her back area Its like a sex machine that make bacteria Now thats a real funny business Mad raw filthy fingers stickin dirty money in it Shit, before I get to stabbin it At least know her habits and whats in her medicine cabinet Villain bring his own mug to the bar And wore gloves till he go back to the car Hey! Dont get cracked in the jaw We tried to bring an end to the black on black war The real enemy is microscopic There go they trojan horse, you talkin bout drop it All them top models Wanna come over here, chill and pop bottles Fine—I take mine to the dome You could get your own and take ya funky ass home

Wow, wow, hey, yeah, alright, man, that was great. BYE! Get the fuck out of here. That was nice. Cut his mic off, thank you. I am back, I am your host, little Willie B, representing the hood, God damn it. A little fat nigga who got money, so fuck you! Up next, we got the open mic poetry event, the fifteenth annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine, Cross Country Clothing, and a lot of wack shit that the hood will not wear anymore. We got my man up first. His name is Sambuca. Give it up for Sambuca, y’all, come on! The mic is here, stupid! Come here Sambuca This is the tone The tone that I speak The voice The unheard voice of my people Black White People Purple Yellow Where do we stand Or does it matter Everyone we all, we all live the same pain of ignorance together And all have been lost And at the end we all need each other And that is how it is Everything goes in a circle So who are you to judge in whom’s who? And who the hell is who? Yeah, alright, right, cut, cut his mic, cut his mic. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice, brother. Alright, we got my man right here coming up on the microphone. His name is Dr. Moreau! Yo, inebriated, packing a tool Spin Doc Moreau, international Svengali flew into county, jacking a fool vict’ Watch the sack, harass shit, meet his DOOM Fake coward just stays in homeroom, in the back of the school Cold War veteran, Iron Curtain Over-the-wall defector, authentic aeronautic agility To avoid the enemy motion detectors On the other side of fear is freedom Charismatic persona made conspicuous By his absence, spoke French fluently with a high-pitched German accent “Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble.” Answer the pop reverence with plain slanguage, mix it with Pig Latin Push the sizzle, my crizzle organic perfecters kind of like Ma$e and Macy Gray, sounding a little retarded but still infectious Favorite pastime: attacking the righteously impaired Attach his back to a lithium battery, juicing him up, keeping him fat Between delusions of grandeur and his own feelings of inadequacy Exposing the proletariat hordes who roll with more Funny style Brothers than the Wayans. Irresistible force Immovable object communicating with prophets and original natives South American Mayans who utilize ancient secret Ether breathing techniques to raise their ki like Super Saiyans These are trained guerrillas not found in the circus but every Occupation from aviation to cocaine dealers, descended from Scriptures, Biblical, critically acclaimed thrillers Known to sniff codeine, desensitized to errything Stay addicted to painkillers, professional brain-spillers Willie B: Aw shit! You know it’s on! We got my man without the encyclopedia! His name is Louis Logic! Holla! Louis Logic: Come on! Come on! Yeah, yeah, check, check, yo I used to be a loudmouth back before I turned into a loud jerk Crowd-surfing into chicks with big tits mouth-first I’ve been looking down shirts since I was young Prince of the drunk, swimming in drums of cinnamon rum Isn’t it fun when you piss on a punk in a contest That isn’t supposed to elevate beyond threats? Y’all bitches just come to measure dicks? Fuck all of that Nonsense. I already got stoned, I’m getting sticks If names don’t hurt you, I may just murk you Slay the first dude out too late for curfew And in case you heard Lou’s a bad sport, you’ll get A crash course in getting your ass kicked if you ask for it How about a passport to a nice, little place The landlord describes as a boot right in your face? Fuck the games. I won’t just smudge your name. I’ll Feed you your own nuts today if you like bitter taste

Okay, okay Okay , okay Soul surviving, DOOMs so conniving Never stop driving, they pussy like a hymen Dont let em sit behind you when you driving Might even think you talking about em when you rhyming Oughta keep his toolie in the lining Oughta thank the good Lord that you aint the type zip to line em Aint nobody in business, why they always spyin? Type of shit is this? Find nothin, get to lyin Turn the world against you, even your mens buyin Its a dirty game, get hectic, real tiring Top it off, now they playing victim and the violin Dripping the color envy, more greener than Ireland Surrounded by snakes more mеaner than a lions den Youre talking too much, cant rеmember why or when Got you feelin guilty, Jedi tricks on the mind again Make you eat a dick with chips and a Heineken Action— As I continue where we left off Break— As I continue where we left off Action— As I continue where we left off The rebel, the villain, the rebel, the— CZAR People saying CZAR like ASMR The Cold Crush on repeat, now we rock the Casbah E-S back at em, savage like Black Adam Fast track in the back and forth to blast at em You aint worthy, so you dont get no reply We keep an open eye, we kick it like Cobra Kai And we the crew leading, I wouldnt Remotely care about you even if we in a Zoom meeting Lets be honest, yo, these rappers just a boring mess Actors oughta thank the Hollywood foreign press CZARFACE, yeah, we slap up obnoxious kids Take em out on tape like unboxing vids Lay em out like a floor plan Sick of playing optimistic like Im in Thom Yorkes band You lost your mystique and leaked on 4chan for your four fans Your aura gone, no Portland Action— As I continue where we left off Break— As I continue where we left off Action— As I continue where we left off Ill give you credit for givin a try Last name Lannister, call me Kingslayer None this ill since Kareem was a Laker Feel that love? Yeah, thats the dream of a hater Im skatin the equator, last seen in Jamaica Frontin like the girl dem sugar Rude boi dem ah call Inspectah Got em under pressure, no gas, word to Tesla Youll find the painkillers top drawer in the dresser Back with the force, yall, BoJack Horseman All that talkin, you know that cost him High price to pay like you shopped at Nordstrom Deck narcoleptic, I black out often Salute me as a true king, what up with you, king? I been doing this since Zhané had a groove thing Another mood swing, touching up your boo thing CZARFACE, Wu-Tang, MF DOOM, gang I know, its— its— its basically Its all cuts— cuts— cuts and stuff

Yeah, CZARFACE Metal Face, Pazienza Look: The one thing I learned from Eazy is be ruthless The bullets balls of fire like Jerry Lee Lewis The waist-line and shoulder strap is three Rugers Them jump-out boysd vic you, youd be shoeless Listen, youd better listen to rules Or this british bulldog gon rip through your jewels Now his tail between his leg and he lickin his wounds Im a Cus DAmato acolyte, I stick em then move I rip em in two, I show em what the biscuitll do Money shoulda done the opposite and listened to you Im dissin you too, you do the shit a pigeon would do Because bein a rapper aint something you fit to pursue He Mister Magoo, this blind dummy couldnt see the sentinel My dick go in and out of holes like its an exit wound The left strong like the bolsheviks and socialists My goons bloodthirsty, they will rush ya like the Soviets Yo, astral traveling Wow— Raw, boy The tracks go off in this direction Its the metal! Without a doubt Yo, FACECZAR Yo, Im a modern day Gil Scott-Heron Headin down Fury Road with Charlize Theron No question, OJ and lemon into Effen Partially wrecked, Im on the set, see me one-two steppin Punks jump up to get beat down And they aint turn on the light so turn the beat down Have a seat clown, you aint even in my echelon Every heros in peril, the first weapons drawn I hear the plague was money, sex and violence Yall doomed, Im immune to the virus MF Czar—we the antidote Ill probably die before they realize that I am the GOAT Decks impeccable, World Class Wreckin Cru We aint do no dirt together, so I dont mess with you I draft IPAs, thats special brew This raps the victory lap, Im so ahead of you And we dont like I-N-S, hes too lyrical Yeah Im deep blue sea, stay in your kiddie pool Wonder how I dont dumb it down But still get checks, checkin in another town, yeah I blacks out like Donald Sterling Known to make great magic like the wand of Merlin Yo, I dont Snapchat, thats what fans do I been ill since KangaRoos and Ked shoes Rebel 24-7, I rep Wu High on a Friday with Smokey and Craig, fool My powers are incredible and astonishing Yours are—uh— —mental We always— keeps the raw Mental Keeps the raw Mad Max make your own apocalypse Poppin shit with the politics of Gregg Popovich Lock your lips queer, yeah I thought I told em They try to get to the bag, I think that mean the scrotum Let me decode em, unload em and show them the true power They talk about the lyrics, them raps, they aint wrote em To dead a hater is second nature like steppin off an escalator Plus Im holdin a thermal detonator Fly flow, Disaster like Tommy Wiseau But still got fans leapin out their Nissan Like Eso, you a beast, mon! Tell me shit I dont know Its like going toe-to-toe with Finn Bálor and Samoa Joe You mad shook, fuckin with you, now thats a bad look Cut a rapper up like a scratch hook Sorry, let out an epic laugh As Im etchin graph on your epitaph, deadly clash Weapons flash, Im forever first, youre forever last You playin chess with somebody with a checkered past Youll never pass my flow You hangin on to old beefs but Im past it though These gorgeous ladies wanna wrestle like the cast of GLOW So I cop a feel kinda like a magic show No no, I cant say that G-O-D ridin out with the CZARFACE, sayin, Man, play that Astral travelin Astral-what?

Usual suspects again Mr. Black Mr. Brown Mr. Irish Mr. Greek We been at it for hours We searched this whole industry And we couldnt find no dope I mean, theres no fuckin dope They love me cause I talk my shit They love me more cause I walk my shit War with the gift, score with it, Jordan assists Shorter blip, beat the beat, stick a fork in this shit Dont trip, forfeit, its the Brothers Grimm Yo, how they kill a body and still party like it wasnt them? Fire supplier, droppin game like Im Urban Meyеr The sire leavе your eyes wider than Suburban tires Rebel the great, whatever it takes No pressin the brakes, you hate? You could never debate Im settin ya straight, wait, no scale could measure the weight The bottom line is your head on a plate, mate I pull strings like Im playin the harp I really live it, you just playin the part Make way for the shark, Im colder, strictly business is the soldier Steady knockin like a witness of Jehovah Metal mask, get harassed, say its true, forget the past Bring your liquor, get the flask, tap your cigarette to ash Feel it quicker, get to blast, this is sicker than this trash Guard my ninjas in the cash, you begin to bet the stash Chicken dinners, up to task, toes pressin on your throat Wonderin, Is this the end? Good question, you know who On a better note, better than racketeerin, sellin dope Not obvious, present a risk like bending down to get the soap That kinda separates me from everybody else You know, my mask, so, I love it Look at this freakin loaf of bread That my buddy Piero baked today Holy shit I can see clear in the dark, beauty, Imperial March All my material sharp, thats how I tear em apart Im magic like Houdini, my gambit down low but no Luccini Hoodied up like Jawa, Utinni, rest look like Blue Meanie People likin me to question, nobody can truly see me When it comes to rap, Im as brutal as Mussolini My patience wearing thin, Im Ratjakowski at arenas Sorta, Joaquin Phoenix, remix of the Joker Listen, its bulimic, a demon, Barbera steez how I part the seas If they speakin like they Mola Ram, without heart to squeeze Barely sleepin cause they heart disease Your arteries are filled with bars, the beats and every mark a P I swear they all unique, Im David Harbour meets a Marley beat The way I get biz and give em hell, boy Leave you in the dirt like Barry Larkin cleats, spaced out Like how a Martian speaks Ironic, how you sound like a salesman when you rockin When in fact, its me who had zero interest in what youre droppin Or concocted, unlock it, so stick a sock in it, Im dominant Like Tyson Fury boxin, Im prominent Yo, I heard your crew was poppin shit, but now, not so often I caught em and I made em cry Like ads for dog adoption from Sarah McLachlan The pharaoh was talkin, people want em The beats beat the freaks, so Bleeker Street dont need to scorn em I kill the track, its still intact, so why you playin possum? I download packs and red lines, I thought you knew Im awesome I have no idea what you said but Im pretty sure its awesome What? What? And if you idiots out there dont know what that is Im not gonna tell ya

One, one, two, two, two Keep your mind on your mask, kid, holler for my classics Its drastic, Villain, the hydrochloric acid Splashed it, pulled the nine, reached then he blasted Pow! Ten stripes on a basket New York-style wild, cheddar grab easy Its only entertainment though when thought out completely Sad demeanor could get him the drop and bag cleaner Master schemer, expert in that arena Puffin Pasadena, you read the grass was greener Black Beamer, i8, she gyrate Rubbing shoulders of pigs who dont fly straight clears throat Just ate, causing indigestion Will soon regurgitate, into profits, no question Nosy agent sniffing around, pay attention You can take that to the bank, thanks, dont mention Pleasures all mine, I aint mad at yall Clear advantage like playing paddle ball on Adderall Be brief, that is all Aight, one more rhyme Self-snitching rappers whose lines is pure pork rinds Ayo, its after midnight, rocking Midnight Studios Vacheron got my wrist right Brick-white Patek, he spray Jager, put the reggie on ice, nice Price on your baby mama head, no lice, Christ Chuck Taylor on the Gucci knit Out the Carrera shooting two Uzis on some movie shit Who he hit? Work tilapia You ever had butterflies and two are locked up? My nigga bagged the whole Ramadan, he fucked the mosque up Thirty days, worthy praise With the sleep-late, got a early grave on me Met my plug twice, but I get them shits every time Met Gala, I rock a heavy shine Minds gone collecting Hebrus He on the cap reading Hebrews, Im in my cell eating seafood Big H on the Hermes dishes Pistol whipped the nigga, left his whole head twisted Bitch, this the finest grape, life is great If they kick down the door, hit the fire escape, wait You done heard dope before But this that new batch With one time Im getting four more Copped me a new MAC

This is the day of the dead An ancient tradition during which the deceased Are believed to return to their families Wrote this rhyme straight across, clown sure to take a loss You know they jealous if behind his back they ever say he soft Spin back around, quick! Confront em and they play it off Young and the world is full of it, forge ahead, stay the course At the bar, whos buying? Been in the game so long, he can tell when dudes lying Sneaky pricks sure to get hit with a ball of spit Nahhh, keeps his integrity all of it Must be too strong for tugging spirits Guess everything is fair in love and lust and lyrics Kinda fancying suckers hide behind the bread To the point that the hammer be behind the head Fire kid, bang, cocky sense of power, think they running shit By the hour, dissipating into nothingness Villain up in this bitch with a bottle, its empty It wont go to waste, zero empathy Yeah, yeah, ambulance is rushing you, insurance paid deductibles Ninja Turtles backpack, 38. next to my Lunchables Took em to the sweet suite, I made em drinks, no Dr. Huxtable Benzy got massage seats but a bitch cant get too comfortable My bottom line and my revenue Man thats the only thing that ever resonates Larry Fishburne, deep cover hoe Sit back and watch a nigga medicate How the fuck is rehabilitation When you tossing youngins to the prison gates? I aint kill him, I just shot him in the face But they gon give me 20 if I violate God damn, nigga Might have to come out that mask if you snort a line of this Bitch, Im half man, half cocaina In a pissy staircase serving gigas In a dirty kitchen cooking up some Tina Got it from a Mexican off Alameda Told the homie we can swap it out He gave me two bricks for the two-seater Put a Steve Young in a two-liter Niggas having seizures, bitch Im through leaning I cannot afford to sleep out on these streets Niggas have you on the news leaking Put a nigga face up on the news station Wanna TMZ me eating tortellini Maserati Ghibli, sent your hoe to see me Im the Don, call me Freddie Gandolfini Nigga what, nigga Zero empathy

The final hour is approaching for the people of Earth, hear this! She said Excuse me, villain, you be illin with the wordplay He said Thank you very much, Im billin till Thursday Once heard a beat drum it sounded like a sloppy knock Whoever was on the mic, speech is pure poppycock These go back to the days of pop lock Even back to rumors that Mikey died off pop rocks Where the girls wore jellies and played hop scotch Older broads used to wear tennises and sloppy socks APB, the three-headed with the fancy crown Last seen headed towards a city in shanty town All of a sudden cant be found Safe and sound, mouth on the nipple, panties down Put a choke hold on the monster from Ogopogo Whoever did they vocals and also they so-so logo Thats a no-no Through the wheels of steel, phono Geedorah, no deals pro bono AHHHHHH!!!

Emcees fall back Its Vik in your ear with the whole ball of wax Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery Or takeout, for the fake-you-out ballers in the industry Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know V They say hes a cross between Adnan Khashoggi And Sho Kosugi, he said your chain is sure dookie The piece is like a mystery entity, eugh, spooky Whats its worth? A gun or a knife slice Catch a bus once or twice or run for your life price An arm and a leg, the led is ghetto red hot Calm til we fled the spot or leg arm head shot He on the battlefield with lyrical militants Know hes feelin bent when he see lil pink elephants Never forget, memorize the elements Keep the mic sterilized, terrorize with eloquence And mellow eyelids, tell no lies, kids These guys ask em whats their shelltoe size is Shields up dum dum, where we come from We thump it out for fun, and thats no conundrum Pick a bone goon, its V with the sicker known showtunes On a full moon, lick your own wounds Lighten up the stratosphere, shootin Slugs is nameless, aim caressin Vladimir Putin His matted hair was too thin to cut into a gumby Nuttin to V, he feel his bum knee Its about to rain, there goes my two-way Out of range, its a strange new day, touche Its all good like down home cookin He left with the crown on his dome and kept bookin His men run Crooklyn Keep 1 in 10 huns hookin, no offense, none tooken Its more funner than lookin The pound of the war drum had your poor son shooken Sometimes he feel he need to stop juxin Then he say NAH with a real sly crook grin Viks style of rhyme will bug out Joe Sixpack Slick while the time he dug out yo chicks back She wore a thong in her youth These days shes a bit long in the tooth Just chewin on the titty fat Pursuin the kitty cat, droolin on her pretty hat Playing pool and pitty pat, stay in school Kiddies, brats, instead of spraying tools and shitty gats Layin cool, where they at? Same jewels as silly rats rulin with gritty stacks Coolin where the cliques be at Its no time for chitty chat, fool V pity that Follow your instincts I told her time and time again not to swallow pink drinks I guess its just how the hollow link clinks V, the fink who made the chink in the mink wink They say he need a shrink On the brink to pipe it when her sink made his pinky stink Instead he asked her for some paper and some ink Coulda flipped it longer cept the beat was rather rinky-dink Still workin out the kinks Everytime he thinks his third eye blinks It must be in the blood like zinc Glassy-eyed V put your CD on jinx

Tossing, turning, dreams of murder, someones killing me Of changes, theres nights Im on a killing spree All done cold blood waking up in cold sweats This is such a cold world unconscious getting death threats Shadows choking me, my last breath lets out my body Its a conspiracy, my mind and my bodys not really down with me Me against the whole world? Its a little deeper Me against my self, I fight the Grim Reaper Swing sickle, I got my Glock bust rounds off Demented, schizophrenic, I know this sounds off to you I do not lie, when I doze off spirits hope I die, whatever Angels waste the time, they work together Scheme and plot on me, cause Im the son of man I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam Dont give a damn if the bullets fill me I dont wanna live, I hope they kill me Put me out my misery, I live in misery I kill all my enemies, cause I love company Those who seek me, are called wise men Or either wise-guys I pray you comprehend And realize Im condemned No rest, homicidal dreams My cellmate, all he do is scream Out loud how he wants to go home Thats funny, Im here all alone Locked, in a single cell His backs bleeding, hes cold as hell And Im hoping, they turn on some heat I call the C.O. to bring some extra sheets Whered he go? he walk through walls, run halls, I pray teach me They dont see him at the health they try to reach me I said please see how he feels They said, Hes alright but hes not real Evaluations say I suffer from depression Hallucinations, self-creations, what theyre guessin Im here doing years, Im stressin Medicate me, sedate me want me to rest an Dont take it cause he said that wont be best an He said I need his help and he needs me Nigga you walk through walls, go home youre free Home, that was far and he was turned off Cause his wings was burned off A lesson was learned, communicate with one I was chosen cause Im Gods son And Im the retarded one! Out in the streets You wont survive with, wack-ass beats These days and times Watch as we get ours with rhymes To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast-iron Who been in to win and blast to the last siren On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Milosovik Anyhoo, how bout them Yankees? Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mees If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky At your local sleazy speak-easy For any fan of the limelight In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite Its risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale With rappers whos better off on the cover of Black Tail Jumpin Jehosaphat, whos that? Who cats who do magic be like tell me how you dos that Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like gecko Thought I might do techno Ha ha, betcha bust out laughing at the bet For no reason he get cussed out like Tourettes Yet tight flow to make her bad-ass stutter Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter Butter, word play since third grade age Back when we used to play Bang! Open bird cage Hip hops Benny Hill sip Henny straight, get every penny weighed, then he chill, at any rate My metal-face hoes with tongue or least eye ring Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing Like Kung-Fu fighting everybody was biting And the super-villain strike again like lightning In the same spot now whats the chance of that? And a name-drop like pick the name out the hat Thats a no jiver from the, liver conniver Who vote players out the rap game like Survivor while I Drop through greens like a nerd cat with intended speech from way back And spin on your back and then freeze While I play high-ball, low-ball, to zero So called rhymers, go call Cleo While I, steal the show like thought-so-try-hiking Super-duper stars need Ortho-TriCylin Sometimes the men, mostly from the women I hear voices saying thats the super-villain Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain

Coppin pains at night Id be better off going bar hoppin Waitin to fight, right? Nobody want to get tapped by the gauntlet If you got it flaunt it, they say rap is haunted By the livin dead , rip em to shreds Give em the bread while sippin the red, bled Chip in the the head, MCs is bought and sold Their rhymes aint worth the weight it cost to gold hold Its like a thin chain from here to Brisbane Yall shall not print his name in vain, rep the insane Gotta do it, snottily putrid, true grit Came to spew spit like bodily fluid with mucus Crews is useless, act like you knew it Either that or get cold smacked like bluer Chewit Rules is rules, backed right into it Ghouls is fools thats too cracked for school Prove it All the way, the UK to BK Hear the echo of the bang and the cockney rhymin slang Hurricane rippin through your terrain Hear the echo of the bang and the cockney rhymin slang No guts no glory, whats your story? Bore me poorly Saucy oftenly enough for coffee Rarely scarcely scary glaring stare Lets be very clear, MCs is derriere As well as aware, warily Just dont be nearly near you hear me? Slow flow speed beats see whats on his feets From your nosebleed seats DOOMington son, once all the shroomings done Leaves the room with the grooms unassuming blooming nun Lady friend, Sodor train, Israelite Berrykin Hair radiant wavy, baby skin He stay pimpin, rocky diamond rang Uncle Joes grandson, cockney rhymin slang Crazy brin Flows is handsome, cockney rhymin slang All the way, the UK to BK Hear the echo of the bang and the cockney rhymin slang Hurricane rippin through your terrain There go your anthem, cockney rhymin slang All the way, the UK to BK Hear the echo of the bang and the cockney rhymin slang Hurricane rippin through your terrain Hear the echo of the bang and the cockney rhymin slang

Viktor, any ideas? We came, we came We came, we came, we came We came, we came We came, we came, we came DOOM, what you think of them? Theyre mostly all on dork mode, molder than pork glow Foretold, feed em a whole fork load More bones than old in front of the store where its more cold Made more gold probably than all the box of horse show Copped, threw some rocks up under the door mold Fiend picked the lock, squat, shit was a foreclose Villain, more racks than triple X pornos One fall through the crack, he comin back to get all those They lying, straight faced, stay intact with a long nose You cant change that how the song goes Thicker than the spinners with dudes who drawing pinners Of dirt weed, Manilla envelopes, tinfoil TV dinners Were all beginners, touch soil in the winter Stash box of fresh Timbs, top grill, all glimmer Shine burn your eye if you try to fly Could be your turn to fry if you burn the pie, bye D-O-P-E, and Im gonna show you how Dont you DOOM D-O-P-E, and On his tip toes, no less, and hes hammered Left the session bent with the stench of excess hemp He so fire, check his temp, I represent like Shawn Kemp Due is paid, no Detlef, shout to Schrempf Im a pacer, mind-eraser Money chaser, 7L track lacer My whole camp fire, something like a Webelo And even though your words go unheard like the T in Pinot Grigio I gotta cut you short like the 2020 season bro Loyalty is second nature like breathing is But trust could be a plus, see some allegiances Could be as deceiving as cleavage is Put it together where the fake, well see how deep it is How GiGi Hadid it is I do lead the league in this, now I got the key to this Culture like a Petri dish, shit, dont let me speak to this kid Who aint half as hard, living a rap facade Want CZAR? Cut the check like stabbing a cat from Prague We came, we came Dont you And hes hammered On his tip toes no less, and hes hammered You dont stop One, two in the place, you dont stop CZARFACE One, two in the place, you dont stop Super what? Every hero needs an action figure And when its CZARFACE, it has to be super Super What? Super Seven Be sure to grab the brand new CZARFACE reaction retro figure Available at Super7.com Boom, boom, boom, bang, bang, bang

Um, uh, theyre carnivorous They are not friendly to mankind Um, at least the ones that are here Are you saying carnivorous: they eat humans? Yes Body snatchers Which is, tons and tons Like I said before, uh Peep the smooth grooviness of lyrical ooziness With scalding ash and pumice rock like Mount Vesuvius The one that scorched up all them folks there Still frozen in their very poses when the smoke cleared Raining fire, barbecue meat til Its mesquite off the grill balled up in a fetal They like them pickled and smoked Beer battered, deep fried up if its a joke Its on yall to serve man, the cook book Whoever dont find it too funny then look, look With clear eyes, and skies thats easily clouded I wonder how come the graveyards ain’t over crowded Know about it - missing children are delicacies Tender with the skin, bone-in, many recipes Fresh from out the oven, bruh And what cut would you prefer, Guvnor? Their preference is children You know, and weve been told, weve been told You shouldnt talk about that You know, other people say Well you better not talk about that You know, well why not?! Theyre responsible for 31,712 children disappearing in the last 25 years in the United States Vocals spill over like the chilling words of Jehovah Or the cup that runneth - lets keep it a hundredth Its just in time for the world harvest No matter if youre stinking filthy rich or impoverished On or offline Theyre out to get that new new white meat, the fourth kind The plot thickens like a pot of hot chickens Few choose to mix it with the lot of rotten pig skins And get caught up in the rapture Led to the slaughter like cattles off the pasture Give them back they pieces These bloodthirsty gods eat you like mac and cheese whiz Devoured alive, adrenaline is hot sauce Only thing could save you is melanin if youre not lost Similar slaughter to Sodom and Gomorrah Flee from out the horror and you might can see tomorrow War time, they snack often, baby-back orphans All was sent back from two tours was empty coffins Now heres your portion, fresh from out the oven, suh Prepared medium rare, cheers, Guvnor! Uh, why are the, why Aside from the carnivorous aspect Why else are they dangerous to humanity? Because they dont like us And what are they willing to do with humanity? Eat us Whenever you see one you oughta just run like hell You shouldnt approach it You shouldnt provoke it Just get the hell out of its way Just get out of its way Just run Get help Body snatchers Which is, um

Yolk em, leave em with his feet danglin Got his degree in stranglin and street hagglin You could find em on the beat braggin Then discreetly draggin emcees towards the meat wagon And they chicks to the bang bus Make em kick and slang cuss To Vik is no dang fuss He sense a trickle of lingering hate But refuses to get tickled by the fickle finger of fate Fuck dat nigga Vik, in it for the buck by the giga A short truck ride to the liquor store to refuel Rookie at the counter, manager told em he cool Walk, tellin ya hard luck story Or else thats gonna leave a scar, yuck gory And were outtie, peewwmm! V and his rowdy crew You could see how loud he blew And now thats a fine howdy doo Sperrrrr! Stay in your lane! Keep drivin straight or catch a stray in ya brain Go deep divin off the side of the bridge off a slide and a skid Who wanna ride with the kid? Tryin to live to see old age So he roll wit the loaded gauge Ode to road rage... Better get up off his bumper Before he get dumber and let off the thumper Yeah take the next exit Catch em on the back street, clack the heat but forget it Thats one less buttface News lady said they found coke, open and shut case They convinced its drug related V skated off in the ugly buggy faded After that last turn Seen an old man crash and burn They have to place his ashes in an urn In return the world is a safer place to race Just dont invade his personal space Worst case scenario Place your back away from the bass thats in the stereo Insurance cant bring you back to life From a pissy drunk driver when a big rig jack knife Sclerrrrrr! Stay in your lane! Keep drivin straight or catch a stray in ya brain Go deep divin off the side of the bridge off a slide and a skid Who wanna ride with the kid?

Previously on CZARFORCE Yeah man Like I ordered two tacos, man, they gave me three Super what? Super what? Lets see how he likes this dose of Super what? Super what? Its carnival row out here, man Czarface a été aperçu sur notre radar, volant au dessus des nuages When their ribs touchin, you can get your crib rushed in The kid frontin like he did somethin Wig crushin like we aint got the pigs lustin You a bozo, clown, this aint a kid function Im big lunchin, your lips bumpin So deadly with the craft, got me duckin the witch huntin My fits stuntin, your chicks in the whip crushin They fist pumpin, theyvе been lovin your big cousin Its nothin Natural element, rational, irrеlevant What he lack in sentiment was stashed in the tenement Sounds brash, so imminent you can hear death Alas cheap cologne, cold swine, beer breath You in there fresh, laugh, steer yes Severe test passed, Next corner, veer left Mask told, New York City mad cold Whoop em like an ass though, scrapped in a man hole Damn, yo Yo, used to go Rambo Now I dont start a fight, freeze him in Czarbonite, Mando Even when demands low, commando Spaceknight, that all right, Bill Mantlo Anthro, light pology, a Curly Lambeau Yall use keys, I use a pen to make a van go Yall new low, selling fifty dollar features My new low, white and blue to match my sneakers I get loose, swear on my name like Shih-Tzus Flip truth like Cliff Booth when he whipped Bruce CZARFACE Here on the computer Super what? Super what-what? Remember to keep a mask, ninety-nine cents a cent Keep a mask, keep a mask Here comes Vader slashing with a saber Here on the computer Yeah, the whole mask thing Punk cant slide from ground zero Labeled a town hero Or anything, he never took the mask off In fact the same wrestler went to the White House And put Jimmy Carter in a headlock with that mask on He would go into the bank and cash his check with that mask on Super what?

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeaahh Let it Go Ah Whats the deal? Whats the deal? Whats the deal? Whats the deal? I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white! I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white! I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white! I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white! Well, Ill be a AIDS sleazer If I had skeezer after skeezer stacked up like ice cubes in my freezer Id rather live to be an old geezer, O.E. squeezer Any times I need a stress easer Like Ebeneezer Scrooge Im rude, my battin average is huge Makin street hits like Quaker with the grits Sure as a monkey spits, I never gots the shits Some rappers is fakin, they silicon tits with plastic nipples Pass the ripple, or anythin sippable Except for plum juice, the plums is sure grippable Slip and slidin, the next thing they say is were with pit Whos to flip? Whos the bitch to get fucked by a clip? Ask Tyson, he knows about a hoe is rotten juice Worth fifteen cent, and burnin like a loose I take it to the grudge match, and she made my budget budge Kick her in her snatch, and drown her in some fudge I judge trees by the fruits and the deepness of the roots Hard packed, with rats, true recruits of the flutes Some come in bum, some with zoot suit apparel Either way to wreck shop, lock, stock, and barrel Off chimps I gets pumped, never swept, ‘specially when I hump Gets, dough by the lump sum then hop, skip, and jump Sip wine in the dumps or alleyways of any state Where I roll, bounce, rock, skate Live from concentrate, concentration Locations Strong Island, where skins is on strike like Penn Station If you dont believe me, kid, come, Ill show you Where lurks the black bastards who act like they know you They say What up, black?, I say What up?, Im thinkin you, black Has to be hard they way they master how to act black Give my monkey slack a funky track, still wack, youre black You suck your teeth like its your back Ya black bastard! Ayo, yo bum, ya bumba rasclat You aint nothing but a damn black bastard, man Your mama was a bastard, and your daddy, too Yo, black, yo, black Im back ransackin through the stacks of maniacal thoughts Ive brought to distort the wack mistakes of some So Zev says Keep em slum styles to delf, rum is on my right Of black bastards and bitches, which reminds me, I left em out Two from my list of shit I don’t give a fuck about Smokes an artist and a butcher wears a smock Like a butcher I gots beef with a looptie for my cock Call me a carpenter from how brick my lumber got So now, they try and yard a young black bumbaclot It was Ed Lover’s birthday party, a block from the spot On stage, I heard some off-beat Lick shot, lick shot! Well, goddamn, guess who, lookin bitchy as hell It’s Parker Lewis, well, well, I brings a L I gave a Beef-beef look, he acted like he couldnt tell I guess that was the sucker in him, ready set to swell Then Jorge said it was insane, advice to maintain But damn, it has to be hard the way they master how to act black Or off the funky track to rock the house in vain As we sat with curiosity and sipped champagne See, I became underground since the life in the street The love of the beat, large is the fleet That will remain underground for all my boys whose souls sleep Six feet deeper than the soles of my feet Its like that, never the wack, and actual fact Its like this, sweet as a kiss, thats if you got the knack Ive thought Ive seen the worst with the pimps and the macks And the cracks and stone packs, suckers keep popping that I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white! I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white! I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white! I aint black!, I aint white!, I aint black!, I aint white!

Niño Niño, vente conmigo Escúchame, te cuento unas cosas De unos hombres, ay, estos hombres Eran hombres bravos llegaban de África Con la fuerza y la belleza Ay, mijo, conquistaban la ignorancia Y las bestias de la humanidad Daban al mundo la luz y la fé Y también el dios cósmico Los llamamos los conquistadores chocolates Legitimize living lies, channel the cosmos These God flows here to civilize Hear them footsteps, here come the Moors Neanderthals in scores, eatin’ wild boars Thousands of years on tour, organizе yall Wild whores smellin like animals through thе pores on all fours Foul cannibals, hear the roars Raw flesh, rebellious and lawless Taught by the autochthonous, all bless All dressed in garbs of royalty Gods, who swore to be, righteous laws accordingly Educated by the highly elevated Melanated and mind renovated Once they stumble across the right answer Remarkably similar to Wakanda, white panther Herbs combat cancer Detoxin the liver, sexual enhancers Symbolisms in Hollywood, jolly good Shows us how evil will manifest, or probly could Divine beings, mind freeing Conquistadores chocolates Dates of fake history to erase Comin through the corridors of deep space High beings All-eye seein, find meaning, clairvoyant, mind reading Nervous system, serve as wisdom Flow superior, determine rhythm Electricity, eccentricity Afrocentric synchronicity In the air everywhere, takin over Chocolate conquerors, supernova Educatin, dominatin Time deflatin’, bomb on Satan Wicked is gone, shorn and shaken The force awakens Back to them caves Conquistadores chocolates

In the beginning its good.. Keep in mind this flow is used for practice Even so still top choice off the tracklist Far as I know weve been blacklist For as long as the earth rotate on a 23 degree axis I can stop anytime I want to Famous last words that came back to haunt you All your life like permanent dry tears Some cats get it like no bright ideas He broke the record and bowed Said he couldnt do it without the crowd For crying out loud Even took the time to contaminate the rhyme scene And drop a line before he was out in the time machine A lot of rappers is drama queens Fuddy duddy when it comes to the mic Im a fiend thats buddy buddy Fuck around and get your title took, cut and dry He doesnt lie even like who and where, what and why?? Hold it like a cube button Buttonfly poom poom Once he leave the room, they be like DOOM, DOOM, DOOM Its no use blessed the design Then the Villain has left the buildin, dressed to the nines Like Imma do mines and yall do yalls He stay reppin the game like Lou Rawls The Super MF Villain feel em like two balls For the microphone he jonesed like two falls We will see after these scrimmages who falls A lot of yall image is reminiscent of Rupaul Gall to brawl and well be needing new drawers JAWS the one twos that run through walls Keep in mind this flow is used for practice Even so still top choice off the tracklist Far as I know weve been blacklist For as long as the earth rotate on a 23 degree axis All in together now Some of the misadventures of a father crop My provider chops flashin See, Imma stop that gut reaction bound to shackles When a babble runs in circles Like rodeo clowns with barrels Poked in the belly by petty sarcasm Gentlemen, start your laugh tracks Push pins for the lab rat breed All I wanna be is a fat cat sleeping forty nights In hopes that when I rise the hacker mass will have seen theres more to life Lets recreate a perfect service, root it in labor lust and a discipline christening Like your work ethic antithesis Parallel park your burning prod adjacent To the flagrant iron ego valve Let us study a weaker outlet I found peace I found peace, It tapped me on the shoulder Asking where’s the cases war and how to make it sleep I pointed toward the exact place my sneakers met the cretin Said, If I could answer question two, I wouldnt need relief Now, glass bottom got em shook by exposing the skeletons Yeah, I sorta stick to a more herky-hurt development Some of these kids are spittin just a bit too delicate a thesis If only... - Yeah, but Holy Jumpin Jesus! I get torn swiftly from a planet while it tilts, twenty-three Look buddy, weve gotta talk God made me a fine instrument of style Zig-zag Zeus fist Dont make me throw these great bolts blindly until your mood shifts Now here comes forty acres of congruency pistons Equipped with skeleton community systems Aw, itll be something incredible See, I know the limit Thats why I do my best to stay quiet Whenever I aint spittin the gimmick Keep in mind this flow is used for practice Even so still top choice off the tracklist Far as I know weve been blacklist For as long as the earth rotate on a 23 degree axis

Give em some skin, a real country bumpkin Get up off his property, Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkin Dumping enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunk in When hes on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumpling Town village nympho, now its all his though The way she got down was far from privileged info Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo Just from how she liked to show her belly button window Couldnt tell him nothing, 5200, Atari, or Sega Test tube Ls with the lid, Garcia y Vega His tongue is like a sword thats mighty like the pen And you aint seen nothing like The Mighty Quinn Alrighty then! Seal the deal with the shaking of a hand Peoples catching feelings like its Making of the Band Villain have your fake man quaking in his Vans When he do a jam, fans break-dancing in the stands Chances are youll lose the battle and the war Trying to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar Ooh shucks, you should have known them two schmucks Would have came through the game with lame ducks Off beaucoup bucks Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water I advise all fathers to watch they daughters Its going down tonight We got monsters in the crowd, and they ready to fight Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water I advise all fathers to watch they daughters You know we keep tricks up the sleeve Coming through with the Justice League I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat BMX got your guns, old folks got soap Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths with soap I came up with cats that never be smiling I called DOOM he said meet him on Monsta Island Where the girls look good and the MCs be whyling You can catch me in velour suits, styling With Lady J holding hands with the Baroness Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes dont got nothing on this I got them Go Go Gadgets So when the Cobra-la come through the floor Im putting snakes in baskets We rob and do our thang, hes like Stimey from Our Gang Guitar twang, try me, and wha da da dang! I dont think you want to know, even if you still do And want me to, Ill tell you, but then Id have to kill you Will you, please, its like a grilled cheese sandwich Gotta bring the butter else the breadll get damaged Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire If you ask nice and bring a glass, well share the last beer After the Cold Vein and Doomsday, we dont need no pop Revolution, we hit cops with Judo chops And all you see is red, black, and green Know Im down for my team, they killed Radio Raheem! Now I want to smoke a blunt, you know, blow off some steam? Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams This rap shit aint all that it seems You can leave it to the Super Friends to spill the beans

It was back in the days when I met a brilliant student named DOOM Hello? Anybody home? Wow, look at that equipment I wonder what DOOM is working on Now Ill just rearrange a few of these circuits What are you doing in my room? Youre even more stupid than I thought Give me those papers I just came by to say hello But youd better recheck those equations Youre off a few decimals And that means big trouble if you use this material Get out of here

Once upon a time there was a little boy Who lived in the deep, dark jungles of Africa His name was Little Sambo They always try to say that coon is me for some reason You dont understand?! My temper, tempers up to like tenward Switched up with thoughts that I recommend My nest is flood but thicker is blood Plus, still some stay stud like sticks in the mud Ibuprofen from new kids keep me from flippin daily Yet, I constantly slip into thinkin kinda loony In my logo you see us? Whoever said that coon was me? Oh, no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Holy smokes! I say its a joke To make a mockery of the original folks Okay, jokes over, but still it cloaks over Us with no luck from no clover This, irritates X, so goes into my text Tolerates one N-word complex Subroc, etched the fuzz of what once was In eighty-deca, the jokes on cuz Those on top of my head stand seven thick Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldnt pick Pigment, is this a defect in birth? Or more an example of the richness on Earth? Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race Does not take up 95 percent of ones face But still I see, in the back two or three Ignorant punks pointing at me Oh, no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Yo, I begs your pardon But have you ever seen this brother walkin round here anywhere? That must be missing person Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton? Tricky tricky, must be part of the Gas Face series The same one who started black cat bad luck theories Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it And Im guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped The real guilty is filthy, he gypped Egypt Blew the nose right off the Sphynx, now when he inks Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair If thats good hair, then bads a hoods hair Comb-twisted dome, braided or faded The first man played it and now we hate it? Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness And recommend this mental fitness So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G Then ask him: Who you callin moolie? Oh, no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Uh, oh no! Ah man, damn, man Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo A boogie man, yo Bert! Yo! Bert! Um, what is it? Yo G, they wanna call me all these names Aha, I know what we can do What can we do? Well ask someone out there to find What you be meanin, G? Okay, pick up a crayon... No, them Yes Kids, pick up a crayon, look for When you find him, draw a circle around him Yo Bert, you gets props, G Hahahahahahaha Yo, have dap, man Yo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too

Dudes is doin fashion shows JJ DOOM go pop? Not so irrational You see the cash it pull? Yall know the M.O Vill been killin flows since back when Its a Demo Or Please Listen To My Demo, keep The Crossover He been flippin beats since Casio Bossa Nova We need a chauffeur for the rover where they go for If you gotta ask, you aint supposed to have it—oh, uh No duh. Silver with the mocha Make sure its turbo, jump a river with the joker broker Stay, about to flip Never know what happen like a play without the script, out your lip Get a grip on an A&R lapel Repeatin after meetin, everything swell, ring bells Mid-verse, hot sip drinking Its a optical illusion, not lip-syncing Thinking Whos to know? I know You go We all go Right and wrong Pop! I know You go We all go Write the song Bite the thong Pop! In the world but not of it Shove it above top secret buggedness, you gotta love it, rub it Go for the club kid. One hit wonder Killin it, a brilliant career move blunder Clear blue thunder, rock n roll the whole house, announce The true hunter, knock a troll out, and bid-di-dounce Skate... next time you see em Straight jacket, Hip Hop Hall Of Fame museum Or in a screen gem for the soundtrack Whats the meanin of the theme? Is the clown wack? Its all relative to how swell you live in the long run Hell, tell a fib, get the song done We the wrong ones, so dont even ask Its hard enough tryna breathe up in the mask They know the supervillain name, he stay gaming em Paper front to fame He learn from watchin Dame n them And not blaming em I know You go We all go Whether its right or wrong Pop! I know You go We all go Write the song Bite the thong Pop! I know You go We all go Pop! Keys to the Kuffs! This is the new! Ya see what Im sayin? Here it is! Just crazy, nig- comes on the radio. So the key is put a little bit of white people up in there, and you got it! And these are the, these, these are the way they say things. See, these are the, these are the way they say things. See what Im sayin? So now, look at this. A month later, all of the sudden the crack- are, are... okay, so, well, ya know, thats just a coincidence. See what Im sayin? Look at the magnitude of this. Yeah, ya still got a little bit of crack, but Im tryna say, my God! Ya understand what Im sayin? Oh, man. Lets see what happens

Hmmmmm.. You say the beat grabbed you, then the rhyme stabbed you But cant prove it was my clients Doom and Babu? I rest my case - the witness never showed up They both kept heat on the street and had it sewed up Defense was wise, complete with alibis What the informer told the coroner was a pile of lies Beat the rap in a court of law Free to beat the crap out them snitches while protectin and extortin the poor Expect to expect the unexpected Check for wreck, tons up under or in front of Han detected Thunder for breakfast, sun a hundred sons in under a second Whoever disrespect neck get disconnected Off the record macho steel cage tiger stripe Metal Fang striker versus Nacho Libre Riker type Rigged for a fake drawer, thats what the paper do Pick more cake score HD pay-per-view Its much safer for you to cry dry tears for years Dun-da-da-dah Villain here, no fears It is what it is cept it aint what it used to be Thats news to me, choose to be free musically Take it from Doom-dini the crew meanie Act like you dont know, even if you seen me In it for the green zucchini, so we can get a new beanie For Babu, the 1 and 2s genie Dont start none, wont be none Your game, Im above it, its combat My advice, quit talkin, its over - no doubt You dont know-know-know-know what its about Dont start none, wont be none Your game, Im above it, its combat My advice, quit talkin, its over - no doubt You dont know-know-know-know what its about Question~! Nigga.. have you ever heard of Sean? Hell yeah but I prefer my Uncle Murda songs Im sorta whack like, Hancock movie Shorty dropped to her knees sayin Hand cock to me Box of chop suey, flowin through outerspace +Ring the Alarm+ this nigga tryin to Mock-Fu me Pop shots through he, damn thats bad grammar Fuck a senior citizen, bad gramma jammer Rap like a Bama sound like pork chops Slapped with the hammer change his diet into full pop Unorthodox socks, knee high, Jason Terry Maverick, stab a chick when chasin fetti My mind on my money money on my mind This 9 on my waist guaranteed money all the time Whack rappers always argue over faggot shit I argue with Dru about seekin new management Dont start none, wont be none Your game, Im above it, its combat My advice, quit talkin, its over - no doubt You dont know-know-know-know what its about Dont start none, wont be none Your game, Im above it, its combat My advice, quit talkin, its over - no doubt You dont know-know-know-know what its about Duck Season 3 officially in Haters Town Be sure to bring your maters call, and nature sounds They flied in, migrated, thats why I waited The whole time eyeballs dilated Flier was faded, the date was right though Oh it aint nuttin but my hound dog Nitro Go get em boy, Villain fowl for dinners After I finished skinnin em yall can split the innards Innards, Lynyrd Skynyrd - why did I say that? Not to fuck up the ebb and flow of said track Head crack, I always throw sixes Return of Ike Turner, I always throw bitches You know the flow vicious - new and improved shit No time for arguing - do what you do bitch I like sneakers and I like bud Catch me smokin right in front of the Flight Club P Dont start none, wont be none Your game, Im above it, its combat My advice, quit talkin, its over - no doubt You dont know-know-know-know what its about Dont start none, wont be none Your game, Im above it, its combat My advice, quit talkin, its over - no doubt You dont know-know-know-know what its about

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

Wheres the intruder? Looks like he went to the tower Before I rock raps, I drink a keg of Listerine Then I spit the freshest lines youll ever hear for centuries Then I form blazing sword and cut your mic cords And kill them garbage rhymes only your friends get hyped for Blitz your whole team, them niggas need to come clean So I give em an acid wash like old school Levi jeans Crackin your faulty frame And I bring the house down without hijackin planes Locked stocked with two smokin barrels and will use it To fuck up more beats per minute than drumnbass music Trunks aint a rapper, hes a monster from the future Twistin your body in more positions than Kama Sutra Smart-ass, gettin the Last Word with Jim Rome With a right hand like Dr. Claw thats known for breakin bones {Ill get you next time Gadget, next time} We can have a close encounter of the fucked up kind Time warp, set on

Ill show the world, and more particularly those dim-witted, no-talent studio execs, that I— Ill prove that Im the greatest soundman of all time! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Im wit it He was a recording genius who invented this gizmo that turns bells into bombs, or something! Wow. Gotta get outta the way of the soundwaves of those bells Who got the most whips, gats and cash? If you ask the villain, he say, Who gives a rats ass? Cant take it witchoo you when you breathe your last In the meaning in between pass that grass Give thanks, his rank is that of big stank dank He often time drank by the river bank And kept a silver shank; for a calm cat Always stayed strapped for hand-to-arm combat For DOOM the bell tolls Let them fools know aint no more room in these hell holes Its filled up to the brim with sold souls Crackheads, dope fiends and 40s of ol gold Hold up, the boldest who ever sold it Whoever dare roll up, prepare to get folded Like Holly Hobbie, gosh golly gee The back of Hector Hoskerishs trolly read Wash me Dagnabbit, the mask is like a chick magnet Somell let you stab it for a nic of the babbit They say he talk slick like Dick Cavett A fiend for the mic and cant kick it like a sick habit Give him a heros holla Along wit more free dough than Creflo Dollar Holy Toledo, how he made base on The Today Show? They say he wear a mask in case his face show Its better than a stocking, birdbrain Find him on the corner rockin Mockingbird Lane Hes a odd man, Grandma And shes a bad mamma-jamma; either squeeze the damn hammer Or stop complainin, on the top hes remainin A lot of pop sensations need more proper home trainin The people say hes the nicest He only wants to be left alone, to his own devices If the price is right, he might sing a new smash Then laugh n twist his Rollie Fingers moustache Tear ya crew a new.. gash And prepare a new batch of his own special herb goulash Villain, the dork who talk funny Andll put one in ya, so watch where you walk, money Like Semy say, do more boomers, they cure tumors And beware the Doomsta! The bells toll for you! Ha, ha, ha, ha...

Ill have to go ahead with my experiment right now Lower the dome Are you ready, Costez? All set My moment of triumph is at hand Contact Its messed up It doesnt look bad Youre crazy, it looks bad Okay, then at least tell me what this thing that youre doing This figure in the middle, it’s not even coming out right I’ve already got like the hands like on the side, like the hands of doom, and they’re like representing the city, and the environment around this artist And he’s like, like, he’s like by himself in his own world and what not He don’t care about nobody around him, and that’s what the hands are, everybody around him Yeah, who is this character? Thats you Who told, what gave, what gave you that idea? Cmon man, Ive been knowing, Ive been knowing for a long time that was you Nah nah

All day Be celibate, out of his element Madvillain never forget like a elephant Any bent cept, idle threats all irrelevant Get your mans wallet, tell him found it, and sell him it Well writ, as well as well spit for the hell of it Before the shell hit Etiquette, spell it Pumpin dumplins a hundred and sumthin sumthin Forest Gump chumps get clumps of nuttin for nuttin Tourist, show em where the shore is where the sharks at Hold up, spark that, park rat Stirred not shaken Absurd verbs since word to hot bacon Wrote this rhyme on standard sand paper Worked out the plan and plot for grand caper Vil on the cover of Playbill Grillin make ya mother say Ill, hey will ya!? Ten feet at least, the beast may still ya Yeah I feel ya Hey, hey whats better than the healer yet worser than tequila? A money-gettin nigga thats thirstier than a squealer I guess you had to be there, there was free beer Last of the Ansars On the microphone, cyclone, like Myanmar Hand in the jar, got stuck, took it Use the glasses, juxed a pot luck, crooked Flashed and not lookin Four words: Cash on the spot... bookin Howdy Never too loud for me, too rowdy and too black and too proud to be And hes Audi Last seen with a Queen Lakum Dinukum Waliyadin Nah mean?

To the head The new June Moon shootin on a Blue Lagoon Shoo, as DOOM zooms in on a Platoon Z-zing! Sniper Elite Swipe em off his feet on this type of heat beat Stranger on a solo misflow dolo Paid, played the position by the poles glow Heard it on the TV promo Swear it aint me in the P.E. Logo Remote control in his overcoat Polo Go for broke, get the dough, float on the go-go Hopes and praise out of phase with the Straight through the middle crews hate the new riddle, too Late too little, Operation Doomsday complete On the Jump street dump the heat Vil, one shot, one kill Spotted him, got his off the top, done deal Spill your guts, they say they said the Don dead good You could ask the dread in your hood or John Ed Wood The truth is in the verse not on the bottle bottom Black devils is the worst, first you gotta spot em Aint never get stuck on their boats And dont give a fuck if he gettin their votes At most he may exchange pleasantries Really dont go for the sex change energies Or Ben n Jerrys berries Friends with make pretend fairies who take mens cherries Just dont boycott his shit The fake first amendment foils the plot, mischievous midget

Lyrics, clear the pipes like Drano Witness pure hate like Spit goin over Ramo A good response would be to wave hi like Maino Or it could be whatever dog—Bingo was his name-o A rainbow in this go-to-hell game show Its like a pause, ayo, you know how the slang go Bang, go, devil wanna tango Gets insane dough, trick on any Jane Doe hoe Viano, insensato flow Shhh, off the screen layin low vato Playing slow, in fact playing so slow Faster than light speed, indeed Nick Junior on mute, tough and bleed at night Skeed in the weed hours, deep study in the mix Open up them doors, have em shittin bricks In effect, the verse big box, little pricks Pause again, fiddle sticks Teeny white pill within the skiddle mix Villain Back in the days waitin to get a cake and the biscuit Found out a way to the wizard, makin it blizzard Pick up the pace in my skip then paid him a visit He took me straight where the fish is, weighted it and dished it I threw some flake and some liquid, makin it rigid Stayed in the kitchen bakin and whippin, apron and mittens Razors and pictures taped to some scissors scrapin the dishes Plate with some riches, late with some bitches, Stacy and Bridget Face where the dick is, stayed on their face like braces and bridges Bracin my britches, laid this Mercedes racin on Bridges Place is exquisite, safe with the digits, safe in the district My paper straight, was makin the difference, steak with some brisket Jacuzzi tub to bathe with my mistress, shape on the vicious See niggas paid, Im lyrical, grab the shades and a fitted Raise on them midgets, raise up the gauge and get with it Niggas know I dont play with this shizzit, flavor delivered, nigga

Youve been workin on music, since Ever since Ive known you Shit! Ahahahah Ayo, thats how he was rhymin, man, I dont give a fuck And you were like, Youre dead to me Thats the beginnin? Okay, okay And it came to pass That the gods, the superpowered beings And the extraterrestrials all came together in concert And they had one purpose And that purpose was to save some lives So that you, no matter what you was goin through Would survive I take the mic from D And thats the only way to set off such a CZAR-studded LP The bass hits like base hits, Im Aaron Judge First youre scary thugs, next you call five like Karen does The Feds, they get weird, protect your neckbeard My head is clear like Shakespeare when he wrote King Lear Listen, all that comin soon shit? Stop it Your projects like a topic of discussion with my girl Cause I know youll never drop it Plus youre standin there like Orange Cassidy With your hands in your pockets, the audacity Breakin necks when I flex like X-23 I pass the mic back to the king, D.M.C., get em D.M.C. in the place to be Darryl makes comics just like Stan Lee Like Peter Parker, I live in Queens And like TChalla, I am a king What have we got, Viktor? Thats a, thats a, thats a pretty good question We have the mask He has got the mask, the mask, the mask The mask, the mask, the mask, the mask The mask, the mask, the mask, the mask Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha The mask, the mask, the mask, the mask The mask, the mask, the mask, the mask Its that CZARFACE shit You know, all of us have... So to speak, and we need someone to listen What an unexpected surprise You wanna roll this tape? Alright, lets go, lets go ahead and roll this tape Roll him outta here This mask, and you, I know it can have a serious effect on my lifestyle too

Emperor Nehru Im here with DOOM the Villain Peace, Nehruvians Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Imma do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things Great things, great things, great things 1, 7, 9 6, yeah Got smooth beats and verses Rappers mad cause I show them hearses Its not my purpose they just worthless It aint worth this time, rehearse them lines Me, I never had to practice–I just wrote and shined A walking diamond yet they treat me like feldspar Im not as common as you think, you better dwell hard On the past, the present and the future too Were you part of the few who knew Nehru before he blew? No challenger, my mission cant fail Cause Im lookin at my vision and this shit is gettin real Im hoping to get some meals, no hobo Im hoping I dont grow old before I show the whole globe What I know and what I see Plus who I plan to be, thats a man of peace Got Gandhi in his genes so you gotta get the theme Others parking while I speed, am I targeted to lead? Peace Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Imma do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things Great things, great things, great things 1, 7, 9 6, yeah Just put your mind to it, youll go mad far Like the plasma in reactors when youre headed to the stars Let it be tomorrow, it starts on the inside Use intuition and conscience as a guide, glide Choose a target, however immaculate Focus till it manifest pin-point accurate Thats a sure bet, and Villains no gambler Freeze frame a thought like its caught on camera Advice is free of charge, just pay attention A donation as they say in this dimension A game-winning strategy: support your favorite charity Playing with polarity could drain a whole battery Beware of apathy and procrastination And put the plan in full effect for instant activation Just a few jewels thats hidden in plain sight Aint nothing else to it but to do it, but do it right Aight? Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Imma do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things Great things, great things, great things 1, 7, 9 6, yeah Im seeing great things in my vision, started with an intention And then moved farther when I parted with my soul extensions Erased all the tension that my mind was inventin And used it for useful venting, Nehru you do it different Im missing mental misery thats usually in-built in me And building the empire higher, acquire light And hes growing to be enlightened, a frightening sight Like Michael Myers when he strikes with the knife Better grab your reds its about to get epic So shoot it in high res while they aligning with the message Nehruvians wild blessing, we straight from the gods in the heavens Perfection, we live walking talking seven Been striving for these goals since eleven, now they hear me Get ready and prepared for what may appear eerie Directing my own theories, they finally see em clearly Ima make change severely cause I cant force dearly, sincerely Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Imma do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things No, yall cant stop my dream and my vision Ima do great things, great things Great things, great things, great things 1, 7, 9 6, yeah

Tryna win it Anybody ever tell you look like the FACECZAR I get that all the time King on the board, got em eyeing my next move Your boy more water than Poseidon and Neptune I bless fools, still in the rec room Flow so scientific as if its fresh out a test tube Im true like the right answer Known to swing big, this is par 5 at the Masters The side-eyes hardly matter, fuck all the gossip and chatter Im gaining weight now, my pockets are fatter, yeah Deck spaz, Apocalypse Now soon as the check cash I spend half then flee the scene on a jet craft Non-believers, see em with they jaws wide I tear em up inside like a moms cry Im from SI, dont mistake me for the next guy You feel me youngin? Watch a vet ride And consider yourself highly privileged to eyewitness The mind twisted that I exhibit, dig it? I leave you right beside the fishes, not personal, its business Last wishes then its over with the quickness CZARFACE My gun cant stop it Son of a bitch, son of a bitch Im hard to kill so guard your grill until its over with CZARFACE and DOOM been pro-mask before Corona hit Legacy, so solidified that you can plank on it Your only guns in your burner account, bank on it You talking about killing snitches in one bar You call your man your shooter, now he barely can come far Claimin you movin them bricks with killers and goons in your clique But I saw you grooving in Lululemon and Zumba with chicks And thats okay, but dont tell me you locked in With the Glock in both socks when you really in hot spin My pen game is Endgame, I send flames, your best dame Got E-S name engraved on her bedframe, you been lame With your mind on the methane, saying, Eso gettin gassed But I can pull the last when Im at Esso getting gas CZAR I heard Eso was a czar I heard Deck was a czar I heard DOOM was a villain Snatched the bag like the Grinch, dag, its a cinch Snagged with the burner and aint seen your man since Irrelevant to tag if the swag is past-tense And karma swing backwards and drag, you cant flinch A thrill you deserve to feel if your ass is that dense Like how you like them apples, confined to tin shackles Predisposed tensions like hoes sitting in chapels He in white sands, barin his black toes, sippin a Snapple Fish taco, Casablanca, Morocco Stash similar to the National Bank, vato Got dough, probably some snitch or a sapo Sing at the top of they lungs like chicks in the top row Plus streams of confetti Same reason he hardly talk to team on his celly Breakfast continental, cream cheese, jelly Bread long and smells sea breeze at the telly Yo, Dzl the first to show who dependent On crutches, pushed down the ramp that descended Point at the west, commencin with the speech Its no handrail, very long, very steep It may be slippery but I mop accordingly Falling for it, thats the last thing most importantly Its like being new and fake at the same time Momentum ran em down ten feet, cant grind I see it like a cult leader Holding a mass rally inside, slash mass-suicide Bludgeoned right on the peak of a sudden spike Cuffin mics, crushin massive egos to slush and ice Nothing like my mentals and the muscle type Aint no discussion with munchkins, they just as trife Destroyed by a mere allegation Falsely accused, just a clear adolescent Which son is the right hunt? Try it, chump Funky Homosapien Funky Homosapien Im in an impossible fantasy world Its true, Im going mad

See, people are too hung up on the word itself instead of the intent Its the intent of what you meaning to say something Hey whitey, you and your punk friends killed my man (Please, dont kill me, I didnt mean to do it He told me to, I didnt mean to no, please no) The black was in the trunk, dead We must not sit back and be spectators We must um , uh, uh, then we must uh, take a position And if were taking any meaningful or useful action, then thats our responsibility also You disgusting men are filled with deceit Yip-Yip, whats that? They claim to be the army of God but theyre far from it Yeah, but theyre more like the devils army You wont get away with this cracker Stealing our food, taking our women, they do whatever the hell they want to and thats how it is Emotional problems, uh, low self-esteem, uh, uh Not much we can do against men like them White people have always been attracted to what they consider black culture In fact the government of the United States is intent on one thing The elimination of the white race There is gonna be those of our race who are gonna win this battle Theyre gonna be the soldiers of God And so what do you think about blacks? Mention the word Nigga see what they say And uh, he was very serious You wont get away with this cracker You must all prepare yourself for what will happen African diversity is substantially greater, significantly greater than diversity of Saharan African Uh, this is what you would expect in an older population The original population of anatomically modern humans They know exactly what theyre doing Fiction or drama God has chosen him to lead us to victory They claim power in the name of God and they control people through fear and suffering and cold blooded murder but now thats going to end Look out the window

In the soft early hours as the day breaks Shalim now makes his escape He knew the king, though refusing to give it up Was now effectively a little more than a sitting duck He sidles up to the palace build on shattered homes Scattered bones in the catacombs Upon dawn make a subtle escape Taking bloodlust into every step that I make Every breath that I take Make a break for the palace outer walls To avoid the main gates where the archers are Rongon gone or not Its the throne that will fall Drop to the inner courtyard Before I clutch grass with the palm of my hand, stand tall Scope a kings guard at the corridor Which I believe leads to the main hall So I sneak behind He hits the floor And many more have gone along the same route Sword stained red as I take them out Cant wait to put my blade to the face of the tyrant And make him bow down to the jade on my chain of my neck While smiling Ive got to find him, wheres he hiding Footsteps echo through the halls of the palace through the wall He hears the faint scraping of talons Too many gentle souls fall in the malice One last lunge then light up the chalice Only the sound of footsteps that ring Only one thing that can make the caged bird sing Only one way out, only one leads in And stands face to face with the king No more applications for soldiers, all positions filled The guards shouldve informed you that back at the citadel Guards, escort this lad out, take his surname Guards! Guards! Hey whats your game? State your intent, my patience wears thin Then I noticed a faint resemblance in the face and skin Could this be fate or destiny? I cram to overstand how this could happen for the best of me Wait! Likeness in the eyes is the moon glow Knew this moment would arrive, but not so soon though That perfect combo of caring, fearlessness, with a twisted ruthless Obvious how clear it is Oh! So here it is Spare me your villainous charm The mirror sits calm like a pause in a song Reflects dark images raw Makes the dusk more warm than the howl of the dawn Sound the alarm! The gong was sonically loud Regardless of how it played out he seemed ironically proud What evidence can make a guess be accurate Recognizable at the craftsmanship on the amulet With the jade piece, a rare yet familiar cut And a custom design link You think I feel the love? I conjure nothing but a sour taste, foul grapes Not what the owl takes Dumile face the blade May fate be the judge Suffocate your days of hate and shedding blood Hold up, Ill tell you what My reign is over, along with my presence, hence A graceful exit, Ill leave your inheritance Knowing one day you too will be consumed By absolute power of which no man is immune And he was gone, through a false panel in the room Disappeared across the lagoon Scream now echo through the halls of the palace In his head turmoil, struggling for balance If his mother was compassion and his father was malice Rain now falls by the gallon Only the sound of footsteps in the halls Only one responds once destiny calls Only the purest of hearts stand tall Only the wicked shall fall A new king strolls through the halls of the palace Head held high, the embodiment of balance And the world realigns for the true and the callous Through the looking glass like Alice Only the victory charms outside Only one man favoured by the whims of the tide Sometimes goodness and peace presides Sometimes that wine hides cyanide

I sip a hot tea, watchin Archie flip on Meathead And left the page Rip Torn writin what the beat said On the mic hes heat-red, ghetto and street-bred All crooked D.T.s and feds can eat Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he is who he is, is who he be Mind your biz for me It could even help you in the long run What goods a song if the jawns no fun, son? Shogun, invisible armor level 5 Couldnt penetrate the bomber with your llama, stay alive Playin jive, beamin on the telemetry Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC Although prefer the term rhymer, third-timer Slurred word primer, dime a mama And make sure it stay tight, its only right Own the daylight and the night life, they bite trife From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit Ask him, do he really give a fuck-shit? Tuck it No ice bucket list, suck it Struck a nugget, duck, kid When I die, fuck it, I guess I prefer me goin to Hell Because Earth is truly the same, so the difference Ill never tell He send it like its the mail, Captain Bishy set his sail Excel like Microsoft on all of these other fails His trail never derail, his mentals the Holy Grail As the stress gets released from the simplest of inhales Its sealed from all the chantin, like he holdin up a strike The mics his only light, alikes, my only vice Advice is like a satellite, I see them try and dish Feel Im dyin in the skies, Ive been grantin this kids wish, its Kinda ridiculous like thoughts of Saint Nicholas Breakin in, leavin gifts for all the worlds underprivileged kids Quit with the ignorance, the emperors legitimate And learn to never give a shit They never gettin it, Im makin it clear All the haze took focus as these jokers appear I been acceleratin, I already know where to steer He save face, no brakes, Im just peepin the rear And I been livin out of love, they livin in they fear I change ways, Im cruisin, but never changin the gears They say that he back; actually, I been at it for years Dreams the side-view mirror, they closer than they appear Just beware of the emperor, I play the games vendor He raps Wes Anderson, directin these beginners Too illustrious, I leave the sucker fits to the pretenders Made tenders as I played Simba, nigga, thats dinner I remember when my shine was a little bit dimmer Now its bright, and the light, I leave em blind from the shimmer They tryna play the blinds, I leave em fallin like, timber Designed to rise from this abyss, this kids art differs Like shivers, hes the coldest vibe alive, and its evident I put the pride to the side, its irrelevant A angel like mine know mine heaven sent And this the best it gets, bitch

The lust that sold the story, grodier than Mr. Crowley For those embarrassed to know holier than thou Imoli habits Paris to the Gobi, bring em up to speed slowly On the low key, Kindles is phony D Tastes stale - see the words in shades of grayscale Right there in black-and-white, protected by chain mail Todays the day made your way to see your sister’n’um Took my little mens with her, told her loved em, kisseded him These oversensitive youngins is on some new stuff Cant sit still and focus, the time it take to do enough From the mean streets of the Can I get a dollar, dude? Above measure, the singular pleasure of solitude Its your poison, if you so choose, absorb it Veins to the brain, shoot off into orbit How you know octagon? or much less tetragrammaton? To get the good stuff, you gotta get out to the Amazon With any luck, your mic could score locally Keep it on the hush when you speakin on it vocally Then you gotta be on the in, a known member I think I still owe him little somethin since November, whatever Who need credit when cash speak? Get it - sweatin, sittin on his package since last week We all got weaknesses, even the functionin dead Some will end up fudgin numbers, buggin and lunchin instead Netflix in the head Second best trick to get chicks into bed Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been

Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero— JVC is nice Ive been around Japan Its electronic, calls me Viktor High on the scales, off the Richter The media say Im mature, check me out on Wikipedia Coach them off their walkers Let them walk again and run and speed up I come from a place where superheroes meet up The X Men drinkin tea watchin chicks with D cups Spiderman saw Doctor Oct spittin off the top of a New York City bus City Island eatin shrimps Throwin fries in water to swans and ducks Itd be wrong to the universe if I drive with a monster green Lamborghini up All the 5s come out to reunite, throw their beanies up I molest cholesterol, yous a fine tune abuser The Yankees lost but the blue and orange team amuse us I could make a million rappers whisper and hush Cold Stone ice cream, you dont have to lick that much They hold my balls, easy soft touch Throw your ladies some bucks The reindeers jump out, you need that antler juice Ski hat with the mommy goose Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero— Vik in the sick captains pilot suit Designed by Travolta out his mind Is in the mind of another culture vulture Threw him from Tulsa to this dimension Right on time for the heroes-hustlers convention Its no admission, you gotta be on the list Play your position, peon, against the metal fist Hes on a purely secular mission Stroll through wearin the DOOM Clarks, second edition Web slinger need a beat, well black him out Flank him out, test his spidey senses on his bank account For illest mention he hermaphrodite whose pants was tight Who dance aight Gave it to Puck from Alpha Flight The mask was bright as lightnin Same type of shinin got them Teen Titans fightin Sippin on that She-Hulk milk, at least she said it was milk In a Hello Kitty catsuit, I bet it was silk Grabbed the award for bein hella raw Of course he scored the relic for Until next rhyme, yall—Excelsior! Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero—

Go with the wind, nothing can help but me Physically, mentally, spiritually not nowadays Madvillain get more spins than the power plays These hymns earned him a tower of praise Wet more Timbs than agua from shower sprays First dropper to the last The same way the super got hits for that ass Put so much heat out on the street He lock his self up and put the beat on repeat Stamp here go a kite to the world Its more nasty than what you write your so called girl Tramp a spade is a spade Spit blades like V playing with grenades Say these black negros is crazy Hey these wack trees dont even phase me Part of a new race Chrome face 24/7 stay screw face Play home base Youll never come closer to where they want to be The soldiers in the out field With or with out a deal Is it all about the steal Youll never come closer to where they want to be Ask yourself the same question Dont mention it to him or any of his henchmen This flows style in exceptionally It grows wild and splits exponentially Go with the wind, nothing can help but me MF DOOM, Quas high like sky scrappers Quasimoto gettin more ass than toilet paper Who Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack Know smarts, lightweight Bald head like Kojak Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat Tryin to grab the door mat Close to the combat Like willie the Shake Holdin a black cross Ya hat toss Yall niggas up on some skinny dip Looking at his henny sip With the lips of pretty chicks Suckas tryin to penny flip Niggas looping any shit Look at it, I cant win, his will is stoom of it He out here, and its down right He dont get off my back Jack, whats the matter with yall Im out here with the cats putting down dollars Yo, yo Whats the password, curse word, last word Huh It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird Youll never come closer to where they want to be Quasimoto down with Madvillian All up on our shit while yall niggas all be stealin Youll never come closer to where they want to be Always on the up and up Dropping heat for heat, yall psychos always fucking up Never fake, no flake upon flake cake Break cheddar better than your top ten ahead of ya Go with the wind, nothing can help but me Look at them cats and kitties bein sad Youre hungry aint you baby? And the cats say yea Weve been diggin so hard what youre putting down We didnt preface, hey we grooved Well, we gotta take it easy here We wouldnt wanna go ahead and order up something you might not like would we? Nate, said you put it down, and well pick it up None stop stop singular sound- And he said stomp upon the terror! They did, he said lift your miracle to money The money up, he said lift you up In your arms with him, he said higher higher higher!

Why do you keep smoking that shit? Why will you keep smoking that shit? Why??? Why??? Why do you keep smoking that shit? Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo Imma flip yo, check it out - bust it I connect to spots like connect-the-dots From the Lower East Side, to way up top I got a map, too, express on the 6, I found you Where they got the raw dog smoke at Soundview Now, two nicks, damnit, do you understand? Sike! Nuff respect to the dread man or Imma dead man I aint no Fed man for the red hand Its just my Walkman with instructions from Redman Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie filter Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her Im smokin that shit, cause I got a thousand jokes Like puttin your moms in a yoke cause she broke some choke Bitch, youre blowin up the spot, be out Yo, either get some dough, or get the fuck down South With your bitch-ass son, and tell him throw up his dukes So I can spend his lunch loot at noop noop Check it I do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby Kurious the too-fly magician, never givin These niggas a piece of my pie, cause, yo, my shit is fat Just like my pockets, your girls titties is flat So, when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from her big bra I kindly reply, with a smile, Aiyyo chill, hooooot damn Uh, uh, uh, Im so sorry, umm Eat your tits, cause them shits is from Somalia Check it out, on the one to the two Its some shit from the zoo, its the C.M. Not from the cocks but the blocks on the street or the goat With the 40s, the Glocks, the Philly and the smoke Just like George Bush is the type to drop bombs Jorge Kurious will smoke skunk witcha moms Throw a 50 yard pass, with a Afro pick To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin that shit I keep my gun out my holster, Im wanted on the poster Cause I shot the sheriff and knocked the chip off my shoulder He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him And place him in Americas Top Ten, like Casey Kasem I tracked him, an actor, with no sense of humor If you heard I fell off, nigga, its only just a rumor So, step the fuck back, fore you get your shit cracked I had some Digable Planets, so now Im fat like that 280 pounds of pure funk, and no junk I snatch a ho bitch up just like Dave did The Chipmunks Kid, Im rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff Handcuff your wife up, while your bitch, give me a buff I do run run run, I do run the MCs The king of rap, you dont believe me? Believe these! Def rhymes on wax, dont call me, send a fax I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max STOP! Youre pinchin my nerves, with rap slurs I do my best herb, now its time to get served So, suck my dick, I dont smoke that shit I dont want this shit, so you flip the script You know Im on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT You know Im on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT Im always always on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT Yeah Im on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT Stop smokin that shit, fore you get killed You know the flavor, my man, so just chill Now, hold your head up and hold your head high Stop smokin the dust, you just might die Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid And you wont have no motherfuckin {​?}​ As you know, Im on the microphone to let you all know That shit that you smoke will make you mad broke I dont give a fuck about you and your crew Im not too lovesick, drink that brew Im a Nancy Drew I dont solve mysteries, never wearin Lees I got the motherfuckin S.I. to be, where it seed So pack up, my man I went out of breath I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left So stop smokin that shit my man And Im out, see ya later, so kick the can I drink Colt 45 and talk in mad jive You know I stay alive, my niggas stay alive Easy on the smoke, I dont really feel like tokin I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be strokin Everyday, I make a nigga get fright Jealous-ass, pussy-ass nigga cant fight Im in my new disguise, feedin pigeons Ducks, any bird, and bonds my word I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that kill Sleep on me, youll get a sleepin pill Pin that nigga, down right on the mat If you aint my nigga, dont reach for no gat Slap, right to the head Im blitzed to whip that ass, muerte style, dead Yknahmsayin? SMOKIN THAT SHIT Yeah, cmon - SMOKIN THAT SHIT You see a nigga you know - SMOKIN THAT SHIT My man youre cold - SMOKIN THAT SHIT Kurious Jorge I know youre not - SMOKIN THAT SHIT Zev Love what you doin? SMOKIN THAT SHIT Stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT, stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT Hahaha, smokin that motherfuckin shit! Word up, yeah yeah, smokin that shit Smokin that motherfuckin shit, youre motherfuckin right Put the fuckin pipe down!!