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Ay, whatd you go to that milestone for? Aye, Get all of it Its perfectly all right Its all right sir Have you been to a party Hahaha! Come and have a drink Come along with us Hey Sir, Hello Are you doing anything tonight, Sir? Move it Whats that JJ? Black cupid Illusion You act stupid Stupid I hate it when some people call me JJ Uh, right, JJ Dig that flow line, like its all He mustve dropped it So, JJ wants the prop This must be it Money! Money and power, right now! What is this? JJ! DOOM! Weve got work to do! Stupid! Everything seems okay No! No stop! My record! Stop! He cant have gone far Whats the matter with you, are you frightened? Use your gun boy! Its that filthy stench, whats he doing in there thats what I wanna know Snatch that dough Gasp Ah Haho! I am very sorry Hey Guvnor! Guvnor!

Just like all the rest- Ha! Yeah? Well, Im warning all you geeks, and I aint funnin I dont beg for mercy, and I dont give none If youre lookin for trouble, Ill loan you some So just step right up, if youre itchin for a fight Next thing you know- Pow! Out go the lights Ive never felt the case was completely solved Oh well, lets forget that. Whenever the ray is broken, the door opens without touching it Yes, I have sometimes thought of my evil too dangerous. To a certain friend of yours I dont understand?! A certain friend of yours- can hide himself from the human eye- but he has a physical being And the photoelectric beam could detect his presence This is- Dramatized version of one of the many copyrighted stories now on sale at your local- local- All the characters and all the places named are fictitious Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental Ha Ha Ha The wheat bears bitter fruit Crime does pay Ha ha ha Is there any rational explanation? For goodness sake! Somebody block up that window, I cant hear myself think! If we push these two filing cabinets over to the right Push! I will push for my life! Yes, now I-

Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, bout to fail Sunday in the A-T-L and Im all outta ale Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail Mutt drinkin out a pail, who let the rat out the cell? Got all the ingredients and recipe, might as well Since last week the bootlegger been in jail If all else fail, inhale the ale Makin sure they cant see your sale via snail mail Mind like a sewer, servin rhyme on a skewer Doomll step to a fine dime like he knew her My black sister, she said Step back before he kissed her She did the dipper and the smack just missed her There go a list of politics like Henry Kissinger 99% of rap is just a friendly issue to Im like these dudes must have some screws loose to hate yall Or a couple of ounces short of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball Yall know its time for the end, when the day come Buy an album, get rudely insulted over fake drums Same CDs you get for free, you break em Wa-alaikum, make em eat they food like steakum Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paparika? One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker Every week or so peaked out the lab though, eureka A technique to keep somethin uniquer in your speaker For yo information, I didnt do the beat yall It aint my fault, if she didnt move her feet at all Skeeter, got Peter to pay Paul So you can drink it on Mary so she can play ball ... So let her have my scrilla And cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya? All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E Drink it all fast, make you haul ass slowly And rhymin to remember what you told me Holey moley, did you get a load of her roley poley? Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me Whoever dont feel him build walls like a goalie One for the money, two for the better green Three for methanine-dioxymethamphetamine Told the knock kneed ghetto queen get the head fiend Tell him its for Medellín and use oxyacetylene Who needs airplay, its all just hearsay Leave a wig like it was havin a bad hair day Miracle glide master, asked him whats his secret He said Shasta, and turned to formaldehyde faster When Im home with my lady, I try to duke her daily One night she tried to flail me with her ukelele Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat ... You better have my scrilla Cut it out with all that funny hand jive will ya? All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E Drink it all fast, make you haul ass slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holey moley, did you get a load of her roley poley? Yo G, remind me to remember what you told me And if you dont feel him build walls like a goalie

Look, lets get this show on the highway No time to play, Ive been up like fire escapes Late night writing like poets, in fine space Im feelin like a hero all I need is a fire cape and Im straight Then you can call me Mr. Emperor the greatest kid Then shredding competition like cheese when it grates The one that they say is rude till they see him in his face And notice that his intentions pure as the 9th grade I need a Mother Theresa to be my new babe I be father Tariq, as we lead new slaves I walk Earth, reading the signs like new waves I used hurt building inside to make raves Like the legion that I placed em in, when Im goin ten I got em shocked, like tasers and surprising a friend If you feel you got a problem dont watch and pretend Because I got it on lock like Im tryna defend Cause I aint never been the kind to depend I could body the pen It goes down like when politics ends That ink lines help me travel time again and again Like twisters, had to spin in the position I was in Now everybodys kid, and who would see differently Fuck it, I know its because Im gettin in the industry So I dont let it get to me, I see it all differently Could never let it set a nigga back like bigger Ts Double XL, ready yeah these tees Like the senior in the Freshman classes getting Ds Still Ive been tryna be breathtaking like a wheeze I can see, Im boutta blow like it finna be a breeze Peace!

Yeah, and away Going down I say Im on an astral adventure and Im living in dreams This reality is backwards, it really aint what it seems I done grabbed it by any means Like a savage who peepin scene And see They is weaker than the stream or ravine Got the sack clean, now Im up higher than Zach LaVine Overseeing all their acts and they actions like the king The difference is we hit and connect like a fling I been itching and searching for an answer like it was Bing Though the bling doesnt satisfy my hunger inside I still cop cause on the outside I love to be fly A revolutionary losing my mind, still Im reclined Im thinking this by design but still I never sit and whine Im a lion so they wanna see me flop, not ahead They be trying cant be topped like Im a plane And a doubt they wanna see me rot, Im like dang Going out like Spike in Bebop with a bang Sunsets til the sunrise Gotta move like a ride Just know Im coastin, coastin Just know Im coastin Rain wets but the sun dries I wont go inside Just know Im coastin, coastin Just know Im coastin Look, been noticed since seven sevens Im coasting life and riding highways to the heavens Like a young Mike, Im tryna be a young mic legend Like Im approaching them with knives, yeah I know I got em threatened Im trying to live life cool movie feelin, better setting This industrys high school, the real world better set in Could never play the fool, it wont go like a dead end I got it locked and now the minions mad like dread and Thats the hair on the head and the emotional connection Im living my dreams, guess my main focus is inception Pardon the digression but my mind really races Get your bets in and place it on Bishop for the best win The kid about 62 with a slick grip He the newest sleeper but their eyesll never close again And now I got em hypnotized like they all depend And the paintings went and synthesized the hating within Sunsets til the sunrise Gotta move like a ride Just know Im coastin, coastin Just know Im coastin Rain wets but the sun dries I wont go inside Just know Im coastin, coastin Just know Im coastin

Just to make a buck Just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a buck Yeah I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck Tell that nigga that I said that shit We sip the liquor and spit thicker beats and Lets get one third straight before you run your mouth We dont eat souse and we dont make hip house I been known to cut a rug though We dont play, like and Hasbro Theres that issue, Sonny Bono Share and share alike, but not just drinks yo You say I dont drink, I smoke weed But Ima drink the oil til my motherfucking spleen bleed You aint proper just because you rock Make more headway before you rock a gay lay Ima say it on wax and Ima say it to ya face Aint understand one of yall niggas fucking with Count Bass PPMD, Pocket and Prada Making Dollars Aint none of yall fucking niggas fucking in fucking Impalas Just to make a-just to make a-just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a buck Yeah I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck Swig more, here you go, a big pour guzzle Put a plan together like a jigsaw puzzle Okay, here it goes, the big score, huddle The fuzzll never know what hit em with the muzzle muffled Scuzz bucket, its in the dufflebag, tuck it And dont be scared to pluck it when its time to get ducats A lot of crews got cold feet Hold microphone like hold heat on a old beat On a roll, brothers gotta eat: whole wheat Shall not live by bread alone he need meat Rice and beans at least, and that cost paper You might wanna lay off the sauce before the caper Whoever get in the way go bye-bye Aye aye Captain Fly Guy, I try To catch it off a dry sip of Mai Tai DOOM pry a penny off a dead guy eye Just to make a-just to make a-just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a buck Yeah I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck Be like ROYGBIV and celebrate diversity Yall niggas gotta work with me, cant give you beats and rhymes for free I repeat I roll five deep, responsible for niggas who unrelated Clipped em , thats why out there Im spotting the streets drinking Every niggas got a IV or love for me So what you got to say Mississippi Poitier, would it be okay if I scored your next film? I got a theme thats gorgeous plus lush, the way the French horns sing the melody at the quote of Dwight Farrell, 94 Merlot, yall niggas soda I used to say Bass-quate now I say Basquiat I heard that nigga made the beat bop I got a flag in my spot but its a riot going on, cause ragged DJs stopped playing my song Just to make a-just to make a-just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a- just to make a-just to make a- just to make a buck I shake a schmuck just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a buck Just to- just to make a- just to make a buck Just to make a buck

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

I was such a pretty child, mother, what happened? Not that much of steady sleep far too much napping Now my healthy skins been replaced by rough patches And my medicine isnt syrup and its not aspirin, its drugs I never quit, cant be done rapping Its fun, but will I gather any funds rapping? You cunts told me to sack it, but I wont have it And you rubbish rappers need to vanish leave the pros at it Cause the way you flows scandalous Not in a good way, I hate it when you vandals spit And no matter what your language is Its all gibberish, somebody should go ban your lips How does it not compromise with your Grammy wins? You should mix some heavy liquor with Prozac and quit Ill paint a picture, so go stand and witness The most handsome wizard of flows, chants his scriptures Im sorry mama, but the bones theyre not listening And though I told them twice to stop, they just keep growing And I was such a pretty child look at this picture of me Im sorry mama, but the bones, just keep growing Bold man, not a Modest Mouse Id love to be the latter, but me and my guitar had a falling out Lotta problems to be loud about, should have started a band that matters, throw the media garbage out But I couldnt be bothered to achieve that, all I have is dreams, gotta tell you like it is, theyre dark and mad Cat on the mic, dogs barking at me, while my rhymes evolving, Charles Darwins happy Seriously, Its no dissing, its just a question Its about your flow, listen Was it mostly ghostwritten by the ghost of Walt Disney Or was it Casper? Im asking cause your flows sissy Now youre gasping, did you really think your flows cripsy? You keep revolving around the same topic, flow-rotisserie Its easier than its going to seem Either you know it or you dont, there is no in-between So I flow like a meteor. Dont you know this? The other things are boring like the chores to cope with Hope to flow til Im a hundred and four And Ill repeat it if you think that I was joking before I was such a pretty child. What the fuck happened? Used to hold a smile, now Im throwing up acid Used to be a pretty child, now Im pretty childish Had a pretty smile, really. Now Im pretty wild, shit Im sorry mama, but the bones theyre not listening And though I told them twice to stop, they just keep growing And I was such a pretty child look at this picture of me Im sorry mama, but the bones, just keep growing Id like to apologize profusely for using the word flow 8 times in 2 verses Thats a lot Sorry about that And uhh, the title does look a bit weird doesnt it? Such a pretty child, the pedophile anthem laughs

College educate; medical school, specialised in pscyho- psycho... mental disorders, brilliant mind, smart! Get him in here Who are you? Who sent you? Sent who, me? Viktor! Scientist, practical and fantastic, as rare as a metal face Who? A character by the name Vaughn Viktor... I-I thought i recognised you, I thought you were somebody I know You look exactly like him The same features, the same build- Oh give me that! Please, theres nobody who looks like me Are you trying to take him on? You’ll need an army to take him Cause youre nothing! Viktor, you know i love you, don’t go... Ive got to Sooner or later it always catches up with you Weve got another body! The crucial issue appears to be... Vik!

Aiyyo Prince Paul, is this a Gas Face lyrical remix? Yes indeed Serch And it goes a little umm-ah, somethin like this.. Verse One: Pete Nice Gas, past tense, made facially 3rd Bassll express, KMD Three blind mice on sight Zev Lover, gave it the first light So I revise on remix Swing super unleaded on my gas dick Kicks em in the grill, for non-believers I leave em speechless, backstab deceivers Sub Roc cut Serch with the clipper I change oil, I unzip my zipper A riff of Aretha, a face of saliva Dont gas the 3rd, the 3rd is liver And try your luck, but your ass got waxed So all negative vibes got axed I beg to differ, I cleanse my system Another victim, the Gas Face I give em Oh shit.. oh shit.. oh shit.. oh shit.. Verse Two: MC Serch Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black Musta been a white guy who started all that For those souped up supremicsts Cant forget about the cocaine chemist That made crack a household name Silence for Yusef Hawkins being slain Lamebrains, who cant accept us equal Black and white, wrong or right were all people Trying for better days, to let our kids see some Tenement Square, people fightin for freedom Beijing students fought armies with guns and knives At Kent State, they took four lives Nelson Mandelas not free Cause he cant even vote in his own country One day these problems will scatter Cant you see the Gas Face is no laughing matter? Oh shit! There it is for ninety-one ninety-two ninety-three Yo whassup whassup whassup Yo Prince Paul who we givin the Gas Face too now G? Yo we givin the Gas Face to, Jerome Williker, of the Bronx laughter Ye-yeah! Hey yo no Gas Face for Chantelle No Gas Face for the Brooklyn-Queens Connecticut Long Island New Jersey Strong Island posse None of them get the Gas Face Cause we love everyone! {laughter} Stupid man, yall sick Yeah we sick but we out too, peace

Its the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes Real rhymes not your everyday hologram Even when ribs was touchin, never swallowed the ham Hed rather eat a sand sandwich salad It might need salt like your mans bland ballad A lot of stuff happens that the news wont tell yous Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose Rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly Break it, rollin through ya hood in the caddy buggy Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy Always threw me off when she told me, Daddy, funk me Im like, Anywhos Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes I guess its better than some funky socks You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox Instead she wanna hear the beatbox Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock Sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory While hes in his oratory, glorious like a horror story The mask is like Jason They told the place not to let the basket type case in He could be some kind of wacko Waitin for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho He busted in, blessed be the Lord Who believe any mess they read up on a message board If so, I got bridges for the low low Same bitch a-go dry snitchin to the popo Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier Feel like Ive been gone over a year, came home to old gear It was the shit when I first scooped it At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty Well edumacated, he heard it when he meditated In deep theta, let her hate the creep later Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data Say he stay self medicated to sleep later Side effects is similar to sugar pill Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger, ill And made his exit on some calm shit Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomitspit

Our job is to manipulate the consumer by arousing his desires, and then we satisfy those desires for a fixed price! Its called advertising By advertising toy guns youre encouraging kids to enjoy violence What do you know about the total spectrum? I know what I feel Listerine, green jars, sick cleans, jallad be a enma Thick queens, mamma mia robs jalapeno peppers Click mean large, brick seen mirage is ours Quick mean cause, strict Dīn, Allah Make your quota, check your clock shock taqua Concoct the potion, blue liner lotion, call it aqua Tock you on watch, sure ahk- salaat tirakat Four to roll in extorter mode, loose spot too hot Here you go ma, for you boo, thats coco mango She let her hang go, her man said yo no tengo Bangles jangle, no gangs is tranquil Blank grill, real shank steel, bankroll ankle F to the N and R, two thiefs are bummin a car But never had no beef so Alhamdulillah Inshallah any duties, top grillers, no Mercedes sign Bubble nuggets with the ruby, Cop Killer 89 On a line on the third like Lupin Word is a bond thats honored don, shukran afwan Ram te ek daan Livin sunnah of the prophet Muhammad, alayhi salaam Hes right, and he knows the rules, you gotta know the rules before you can break the rules I just heard about the campaign, its a trailblazer Your mouse trap conception, its a masterpiece. Why, its already a-a-a classic! As far as Im concerned, youre my man If you stiffs want TS to do your advertising, its gonna cost you a million bucks up front, cash Im in Me too That is a revolution, man, dont you understand? When are you gonna start? When are you gonna do something?

Uh Ay, yo shoutout to the Treble fans And DOOM too, bruh, that niggas raw What up Hot ass beat, and its not Lex Luger or Lex Luthor And its hella Teached the teacher how to teach And fuck being cougar, dont give a fuck about the age its still Keep em on they toes like they shoveling out poop Or meet em at the door and let em know the dro Showed me a new way like she was my tutor Kick it so much its like I knew Kung-Fu stuff Heard so many moans Its like my mind is a ghost town Hit them with the okey dokey cause my flow wild Get zooted the hokey pokey with the fro down Fucked a couple girls told em keep it on the low-down Put the blunt to my nose like Nyjah Call me Human Torch cause I stay with the fire Homie what it be, put it on, we can cypher With raw high bros if everything And plus, I met a chick named Pookie Said I didnt have to pay and she still do me Im guessing its the smoke making her a little loopy And I never was the nigga afraid of getting some cooties Team Diverse, we resembling to Goonies Told me shed fuck so I didnt need the roofies Dressed in lace, lips red like boobies Shes a slut muffin couldnt label her a groupie Because she didnt even know that I was into making music In the middle of nowhere something like the boonies I cant even lie, she was looking kinda juicy Any nigga trynna cock-block getting two-piece Or a Churches deluxe with a fruit smoothe-knee to the fucking gut Cause thats just how I do things Girls getting tummy tucks thinking that its beauty But its all great, yeah, to me, the shit Skating up town with a brand new deck Hole in my show, but I still look fresh A little Shoe Goo and the shoes in check But I dont skate switch, so its not on the left That means that Im goofy and I flick with the right A new 6 set, kickflip it first try Skate a couple hours, get buck, get high Kick it with the homies, freestyle, cause life Yeah yeah, I keep life simple Best advice that I ever got was to sip slow Never fall in love and keep your temp low Smoke a lot, so running from cops got my wind low Dont fuck with you unless you my kinfolk Like leftovers, wrap her in tinfoil And people dont complain if you been spoiled Others keep ya head up cause life

As vezes eu rimo três minutos direto porque eu acho que sou o Marechal Nas música dos outros Aí eu lembro que não sou e fico mal, me achando um escroto Mas nada me deixa pior do que lembrar que eu tenho 22 anos e estudei 18 Pra num fazer faculdade e só dar desgosto Eu acho que vou mudar o mundo escrevendo minhas rimas no facebook E upando no youtube, eu sou noob... Peço de novo que minha mãe me desculpe Eu passei pra medicina na UFRJ mas sou um idiota Tão burro que me surpreendo de não ter entrado por cota Copiei o flow do De Leve, misturei com o TF, mas nunca fui chefe Minhas punchlines são piores que a palavra mequetrefe Mas eu continuo usando, como se não houvesse amanhã E continuo rimando como se não ouvisse os fã E não ouço, não tenho, não sei se venho passar vergonha Ou só reclamar de quem faz sucesso falando que fuma maconha Eu sou frustrado simplesmente por ter acordado e não ter dormido pra sempre Se eu já fiz algo de útil pra humanidade, por favor me relembre Gosto de me expor nesses momentos de fraqueza e demonstrar franqueza Por que tô de saco cheio de quem canta marra e tem certeza De que pode tudo sem poder nada, não tem levada, só ideia errada E acha que visualização é padrão arquibancada lotada Você não precisa de mim, nem de ninguém pra ser alguém Não cisma que eu vim pra te fazer algum bem Eu vim ser quem não tem um vintem pra ficar zen Mas que ainda assim paga pra não se estressar também Cê tá ligado nenem, que sem Heineken ou Stella Artois eu vim aqui pra zoar E vou botar fogo nessa porra até Jesus voltar Não tenho medo do juízo final pois sou bem aventurado e do meu lado Eu levo o fardo de ter sido muito mal amado Sei que Deus vai ter pena de mim, afinal quem não tem, né? Olha, esse menino faz rap e acha que faz bem, não é Bem assim, não vem assim querer me esculachar só porque eu tô falando Vocês são tudo uns merda que nem eu, aí se enganando Achando que fama e dinheiro te leva algum lugar Podia era te levar pro inferno e deixar lá Tô de saco cheio de padrões, sistemas, simetrias Eu sou o cara dos palavrões, esquemas, putarias Mentira, sou dos nerdões e nos poemas que lerias Essas maluquices tu nunca encontrarias por mim, Malaquias! Mentes sadias, em corpo bom, e boa índole também, ein? Tá mais difícil do que ver nota de cem! Sem Cunha, Temer, Dilma, Nog, Predela, Don Cesão, Emicida, Amiri Sem Kanye, Common, Jay-Z Sem mim, sem você, sem ninguém por aqui É assim o tempo que promete estar por vir, por aí Por aqui? Não tenho indícios de ventos propícios a inícios Sustento meus vícios em comícios para matar todos os Julius e Tícius São duas da manhã e talvez eu devesse dormir cedo, sei lá Porque as vezes eu escrevo essas maluquices do caralho e fico querendo gravar Eu sou o caso clássico dos que se perderam tentando se encontrar Mas sou dos raros que num mandam frase de efeito querendo só se achar

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke Guest shows, still incredible in escrow Just say hoe, I will taste the yayo, Wild West style fest, yall best to Lay low Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough Before the cheddar get away, you best to get Maaco The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers ... In all quad flavors, large savers Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne Think you know the name, dont rack your brain On a fast track to half insane Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane Laughter, pain Dooms songs lit, in the booth, with the best host Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast Hes at it again Mad at the pen Glad that we win a tad fat in a bad hat for men Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers You can find the Villain in satin congas The vans screeches The old man preaches About the gold sand beaches The cold hand reaches For the old tan ellesses ... Jesus

MF DOOM - “Doomsday ” I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop Hold mics like ponytails: tight and bob a lot Stop, stick around, come through and dig the sound Of the fly, brown, 6-0, sicko psycho who throws his dick around Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap It’s an intricate plot of a b-boy strapped Femstat cats get kidnapped, then release A statement to the press, let the rest know who did that Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility Broken household name usually said in hostility Um... what is MF? You silly I’d like to take “Mens to the End” for two milli’ “Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!” That’s an audio daily double Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble. yo Watch your own back. Came in and go out alone, black Stay in the zone, turn H2O to Cognac “On Doomsday” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Operation: Doomsday” “MF? You silly” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Operation: Doomsday” I wrote this one in B.C.D.C. O-section If you don’t believe me, go get bagged and check then Cell number 17, up under the top bunk I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk Pop the trunk on C-Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped God forbid, if ain’t no escape, blame MF tape Definition: “Supervillain,” a killer who love children One who is well-skilled in destruction as well as building While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer I’m trading science fiction with my man, the live lifer A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime. Get out My face, asking ‘bout my case. You need toothpaste Refresher mint, monkey-style nigga the Dentadent And dope fiends still in their teens, shook niggas turn Witness, real mens mind their own business That’s the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that’s Double Dutch, how come I hold the microphone double-clutch C.O.’s make rounds, never had ox found On shakedown, lockdown, wet dreams of Fox’ Brown “On Doomsday” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Operation: Doomsday” “MF” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Doom” “Operation: Doomsday” “MF” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Doom” “Definition: ‘Supervillain’” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” Some M-er F-ers don’t like how Sally walk I’ll tell y’all fools it’s hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Never let it interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nicknames off nibbling tip of nipple: Metal Fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang, known amongst Foes for flow without no talking orangutans Only gin and Tang guzzled out a rusty tin Can. Me and this mic is like yin and yang Clang! Crime don’t pay. Listen, youth It’s like me holding up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth Spitting all out the sunroof through her missing tooth But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce So I turnt it up faster than a speeding knife Strong enough to please a wife, able To drop today’s math in the 48 keys of life Cut the crap. Far as rap, touch the mic And get the same shit a Arab will do to you for stealing What the Devil? He on another level It’s a word! No, a name! MF the Supervillain! Doomsday!

Unknown: Yo, what up? MF DOOM: They shot T, T, T from 103 Running from the beat tree They said he tryna flee Mustve had a key, you know how he be G? Nah, he she aint even try to help him Made the call, yelling and telling Flipped on her girlfriend, caught him freakin And wild out Grabbed her by her face and damn near ripped her eyes out Nah, nah, they mustve slipped something in his drinking glass All swollen, rolling, I tried to tell him think fast Dang, I just seen that nigga too, G Starting to look like that untrue, G In CT, he shouldve stayed with the trees True beauty, he couldnt see me if the trees was 3-D Ambulance pampered her out, she was dead Shots flying, caught him to the chest and head Got up and fled, probably heading for the leg by the bed And drug ya man out all cuffed up to gred Tore the head Told him slow his roll when I see them dissin Messin with Suzie Chapstick and them But did he listen? No, stupid, knew she was a trick But had the girl chasing the dick It happened mad quick I fell back and waited till them dicks was gone T briefed the primates, tell em apes was on

DOOM mumbling and singing I hold the mic, like niggas hold their girls tight But I aint after her, probably your Acura pearl white The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done split it To be specific more times than dimes in a briz-nick When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick At the Garden, true, thats the God in me, pardon you Jeepers! I was tore back, the ho gained access to my beeper Called back my secretary gatekeeper Like I aint peep her, I said, Darling you was stupid though You know the Super Villain, I had this style ever since I was a child I got this other style I aint flip in a while, it goes Pure scientific intelligence, with one point of relevance Emcees their styles need Velamints And once the smoke clear, tell em its The Super Metal Face Villain, He came through raw like the elements On 99 plus one of them Plus with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him When we with yall, we had tons of fun Me and my duns and them Actual true and living sons of them Dead planets and God-U Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you And wont feel remorse for shit Except for once , once I took my fronts out and lost them shits Scientific going berserk like Red Alert I really went to pick up wiznork for cheddar dirt To fund these experiments is where I went Obviously dead bent, and spent every red cent To rule you, and still drop more jewels than schools do Or even TV news thats designed to fool you Yeah you, who hear the most grimy suggestions From niggas with fly names and I.D. questions Thats a Secret like Victoria teddy sets thats edible Thems not ready yet for the incredible Team of MCs who broke all fakes Who thought they were slaughter proof Stomping through like North Face waterproof Tat-tat, thats the end of that After hit the bar where baby girl bartender at I told her more wine, mingling with no single mentions of Stay tuned for more spine tingling adventures of ...

By the motto We cant lose, but you can die from them hollows That the team shoot, the whole match got game We them Parker Brothers flame Leap up and bang just to park a brother I guess my burner got a motherfuckin and shit Been grim , yeah thats a real gift Thunderstorm in the club, let yall drip Trip rain man, call me The notch a machine like I aint stealin who? Nigga, who ya chick Bet I lick my lips, then she lick the dick Then we summersaulted, them bitches just a flip And know I got you salty like high blood pressure Top Notch nigga, nothin less will bless ya If you test us, pile And you playin dress-up

Im in a threesome, red wine and bru Pretty cool, makes me know Im an animal are you? Ive got scars on my brain and some bleeding occured Some freaking holes in my veins just from breathing this world In, looking around, didnt see any truth It may be blocked by the neons, cannot see art All Im seeing is shoes and jewels and other things Cause the marketing kings know the way to stop peons Go shop peons, 3D TV, the lead brand Win a trip to the Carribeans, so you can Smoke in the sand, feel like a poetic man Your life is boring and bland, so why not dream on? Wasting your time - does it not seem wrong? Watch a man smile, guess what kind of crack hes on Why is that homeless guy rambling on? Why do my friends huff gasoline, huh? Why do we eat pigs, but kittens we pamper and love? Why do our leaders dont speak for us Treat foreign lands with a bomb We give them a second term, like it wasnt a problem Our fake enemies have pride, so were happy to rob them of it Our information in the Webs stomach Im waiting till it vomits and I bet the fucking feds love it Im just trying to grasp the sense of it To the inventors of beer, wine and weed, you got my thanks for it Theyre in a threesome in my lungs and stomach My body will hate me tomorrow, but right now its euphoric And youre just waiting for the chorus to hit Youre bout to get horribly pissed cause it doesnt exist Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer... Im in a threesome, with my nemesis and his mistress What the hell is my plan? None of your business Fuck the rich kids, Im running with misfits Try to use my brain, the motherfuckers, telling me its his Im outta here, message received The best medicine fed with impressive technique Strutting around like Socrates with lessons to teach Why wont the city notice me? Im a cellophane creep Heart beats while the melodys bleak My mind is a poem, Im an elegant freak, you know it Roaming the streets, not known to preach Pastors, psychics and priests, they are phony to me My love story - whats it going to be? I kneel before the drums like Juliette at Romeos feet Asking myself what is my road and wheres it going to lead I want money, cash, fame, though its horribly cheap But, as you know, Fates a comedienne Goddamn, why cant Fate be obedient? Listen, Fate, please stop killing my friends Lifes a movie, too bad you will never see it again Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer...

You never know it might be better than yesterday Yeah, the last word you hear a Wall Street investor say That’s the way the ball bounces off the asphalt He hit the concrete and came to a fast halt It could really hurt your brain Was it worth the pain, ask Milli or Kurt Cobain What profit the man who gain the whole world Just to lose his soul, plus his main ol’ girl? Sounds slick, he wrote it with a Bic Round Stic Tie a brick around his neck so he drown quick Prick… the tricks the Villain plays For kicks make a killin’ like ‘Six Million Ways…’ A four pound, Tec or shotty Turned the party out, bound to wreck your body Til the soul’s gone, he keep an old born That make more noise than a gold horn, hold on Whats the score? Still slaughter, such a bore Whoever want some water, come in and shut the door There’s too much to live for Got more, give to the poor I’m abso-tutely positively sure Put the raw in the wind like missiles A lotta wack beats bring the gin like whistles Shot the black heat, sting the skin to the gristle Got the back seat to the kingpin, sizzle Fire burn, it’s not none of my concern Villain for hire for those who wanna try and learn From the clever, wise brother who’s forever in disguise Don’t be surprised when he sever ties He never lies like Doctor Doom Trust me, he keep it musty like a guys locker room Trying to find out who stole the roll on And make moves like a bold pawn, hold on

I been in the game for years! It made me an ani-mole From honor role on a roll To pawn to go on the whole Not a fan of the scam Since the sonogram Then Monihan said, Man, you gotta scan The 48 Laws of Power May cause deflowerin Of your innocence, in a sense Teach how to devour 1 Never outshine the master Even if cleverer or faster Youll never get too far If you reveal the true star you are Because it must offend A hierarchys discrepancies 2 Never put too much trust in friends Learn how to use enemies or Spawn your mates yawnin jaws of ingratitude Thata dude! 48 laws and platitudes! Envy, ire and friendly fire Hire the enemy My music makes ten a me 3 Conceal your intentions If theyve no clue what youre up to They cant throw a wrench in the engine Guide them down the wrong path Make them do the long math 4 Always say less than necessary What you express can bury. Spare the Anecdote and a quote or risk a stigma Stay an enigma quiet as kept 5 Rep rep reputation is powers cornerstone Condone scorn and mourn alone Youre born a clone 6 So court attention at all cost If people dont talk smack Then youre a small boss Fall across the limelight And even when Im wrong Im right Why fight? 7 Let others work for you and take the credit Dont forget, youre the big dick Hes just the head of the clit 8 Get it the same as the W And Let the game come to you Use bait. Get a new fate Before its too late 9 Whos next?: Khrushchev denounced Stalins atrocities before hundreds of men You were a colleague of Stalins. Why didnt you stop him then? WHO SAID THAT?....................Now you know why... A breath battles a death rattle Words are weak, cause ill will Results speak, instill skill Step off the seesaw And let the man free-fall This is not what they teach in prelaw 10 Avoid the sad sack with bad luck He carries a high risk virus that stuck Hang with the fortunate Go towards the light with the torch in it 11 Keep people dependent To extend an ended friendship Lifes not a rehearsal Most laws hold reversals Business never personal 12 Honesty works as an impassioned distraction Its a blunt tool like the sheath the scalpel is wrapped in Stow your force Use a trojan horse to open doors 13 Appeal to a need To implement a deed Mutual benefits different from greed Begging for mercy will just make him thirsty And gratitude is an attitude leaders love to be freed from 14 Pose as a friend, work as a spy He disclose what he knows, the surface a lie Ask indirect questions to collect their intentions Arthur Schoepenhaur authored art for open power: If you think youre being deceived Act as if you believe This will give the speaker courage to continue And betray whats up his sleeve If you perceive he only halfway conceals Express doubt. The man will reveal his reserve And let the truth out 15 Crush your enemy totally Mush him like roadkill. He Wont be able to heal and avenge the violated Hell only stay silent if hes iron-plated annihilated 16 Absence makes the heart grow fonder Overstayed your welcome, go yonder No sponsor? 17 Create value through scarcity When you remove a product It becomes rare-- or appears to be 18 Eddie Fischer acted spazzily with Boris Spasky And served his ass for free. Thats the key Put the psych in cyclone like i hype my mic-phone Isolation is nothing to write home about You cant avoid pain Conspiracies spring up like mushrooms after rain 19 Dont let your enemy engender energy entropy If he cant take pokin fun Thats a smokin gun To break out in a broken run from town Clown an insecure man and hell hunt you down Some are too blunt to come around 20 Never commit to anyone 21 To make your mark feel smart, act plenty dumb If youre a doogie howser, play a broody bouncer 22 Cant win? Surrender That dont make you a coward 48 laws of power sours naivete Thatll be the day you learn to devour 23 Spread thin cant win and move in a lead skin Mom eats medicine to make a dead twin If she can afford only one son Concentrate your forces to the head of a pin 24 Do dirt, make an effort to be flirtier Be the perfect courtier A little birdy heard many more When we score. Another 24 Where theres riches theres robbery n Follow the scriptures of Robert Greene Youll be seen and make a lotta green Or pose as a non-player and Pour water through a screen While you read the menu We feed on sinew 25-48, to be continued

Hey Era what up? I was always told man What dont kill you only makes you stronger It aint no secret Through the struggle, only strong survive Well I overdosed, put in overtime Its survival of the fittest No kidding, only put in positions where failures a vision I get it, but still I still stuck by me Been up, been down, some cided to up and leave I know, went pain-huntin in them hard times You see who really loyal to you and for type shit Its like I had it restless during my adolescence Not havin my pops, mad depressing Head call and collecting Having the coroners come and collect him My big bro still a cold case, no arrest Im Im supposed to know who stole the show before they left it Of course I know because I had flow before progressive Learned the ropes in time to show the folks what my progress is Turn it up a notch, you could feel the heat up in my sessions I aint got a lot of mofos in my circle Too many fake friends, lord that could hurt you That fake shit is universal So if I dont play you close, please dont take it personal Dont take it personal, dont take it personal Dont take it personal, just dont take it personal Dont take it personal So if I dont play you close, dont take it personal Find time through the days that could cover a short stack I can do makin more than minimum wage I could ask for a hand, but thatd lead to smacks in the face Cause niggasll leave you hangin and loyalty is a phase Growin up fast, outrunnin slow bucks off work aint the same as luck Standing my grounds tall, hold the mic with a vicegrip Pressin all my enemies and foldin all these life tips Now what shall stop me? Nothin, rollin over My passion burns deeper than art on this mans sculpture We all want this dream in our heart, it brings closure But some give up before they even start to get focused You see em comin up until they turn around Got the city on my back, boy a knife would pull us all down I represent way more than what Im around Broaden my horizon, open-minded to another round I damn sure work this hard to sit on the shelf Got my own team, we dont really need your label help Put in overtime in no time, the first place Grind started from my mind, risen from this birthplace

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

If I could be candid, sometimes Im insecure, my bad Theres more on my agenda than securing my bag Yall say yall love the real, but watch pretend in high-res Different rappers, same regurgitated interests, I gag Im the future, call me Isaac Asimov, rap Octavia Penning parables of prose, I might be hip-hops savior Took a pint of blood and tears to learn to love my shape And Im not trying to modify a damn feature but my behavior From the cradle of the civilized to a gravе situation Where a flag more privilеged than the enslaved of its nation I made demos, I rock stages, now Roc stage demonstrations With these semi-automatic multisyllabic quotations Im a far cry from my homestead, Im a Starseed Caught a love bug for these prayers like Im Starski Now Im with a crew of rhyme slayers making bars bleed Rivals trying to catch up, but they cant match my brain or car speed Since the clouds departed, I just speak from my carotid Pain a distant memory, the image sepia-ed and shrouded Thats from years of light work that made this medium cathartic Ride these BPMs like choppers til my grief became melodic Turned a negative to positive with these musical deposits So yall can gather my accounts and make a suitable composite Of the person I aspire to be, peaceful and unbothered With all my doubts and fears six feet deep and sleeping under sawdust Exist out of the box with the elements and gases While placing emphasis on intelligence and brashness Devil run amuck while society is cashless Alter the prescription on the frames of their glasses Quick as a quitter will fold, some of what glitters is gold Same story is old, getting left in the blistering cold Broken souls get remold with little arbitration Fortune favors the bold, as does incarceration The art of manifestation mastered by ancient civilizations Lies deep within the minds refrigeration A shift of the eye is ample indication To re-release a mudslide of latent inspiration The butler did it, end of conversation In this Information Age, you dont know nathan but hatin From the beginning, in it to win it and still, he spitting This fully written isnt a product of bullshitting

I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true? I get a kick out of brew Theres only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like were deaf Tempt me, do a number on a label Eat up all they MCs and drink em under the table Its on me. Put it on my tab kid. However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it Youre leavin on your face, forfeit Of course the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it Told her tell him they stole it - he told her he lost it She told him, Get off it, and a bunch of other more shit Gettin money, Ds be gettin no new leads Its like he eatin watermelon, spittin seed after seed Its the bleed, give me some of what hes droopin off Soon as he wake up, chokin like it was whoopin cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and theyre troopin off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him autograph her derriere, read “Too Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd Love, Villain.” Take pride in code words Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart Probably still be speakin in rhymes as a old fart Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy No hes not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel him when he flow with nerves of steel They call the super when they need some back... uhh... plumbing fixed How its only one left? The pack come in six! Whatever happened to two and three? A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught Like, What you doing G? Dont make him have to get cuttin like truancy Matter fact, not for nothin, right now, you and me! Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters MCs sound like cheerleaders Rappin and dancin like Redhead Kingpin DOOM came do the thing again, no matter who be blingin He do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time is it like its time for Tellie Tubbies Few got it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the man who wear a mask like a tarded helmet He plot shows like robberies In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please Run the cash and you wont get a wet sweatshirt Mic the shotty: nobody move, nobody get hurt Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war He came in the door, and Everybody on the floor! A whole string of jobs, like we on tour Every night on the score, comin to your corner store

Im not like hov Ive never been hustling big Im not the bossman, I know that Im not running this ship Im just a small fish who is having its fun in the sea Black Adder of rap, aint no one is cunning as me Go run and see got knights that are gunning at me In addition the dictionary people coming for me Breaking the language, as sweet as a geeky woman could be The flows magic, dont panic though Houdinis got nothing on me Nine bars and I am having my fun Dont want to bragging my son, but Im smarter than them If youre listening, wondering where this banter is from Im from Poland, motherfucker, call it land of the strong Do a lightbulb joke, Ill shove it up in your ass And youll be asking How the fuck this Pollack done it so fast Slick like the Genie, fly like a Alladins rug A barbarian coming through All you palladins duck Youre All out of luck, cause I dont plan to give up Until Im gold-pantie-rich, call me Kylie Minouge But for now, Im just some regular paranoid bloke Doing voice-crimes, they should have my larynx revoked Yes, I know I was bragging again Its in the essence of hiphop, so its hardly a sin Just so you know: if youre think about harming me, friend Ill form my motherfucking syllables to armies and win Everybodys screwing each other, like the monogamys dead I saw my nemesis and said: Dude, arent we friends? Fuck yall too, Im not saying sorry again Your lives fueled with fake smiles, bunch of Barbies and Kens Alright, so I exaggerated a bit But all you haters should be smacked, feel the pain in your lip To any folks out there, who may hate me to bits You goota know the doctor said Im crazy as shit Im gonna brainstorm now, it should be raining a bit So you better keep yor cats at home, lady I am sick Im infected with drums, hear the snare and the kick You cant learn rhythm, dummy, you inherit the shit Hear the kick and the snare And all other percussions thats are filling different layers Listen to kicking and clicking and throw your fists in the air The revolutions coming and well be there in the bit Im word twisting Till it hurts to listen I curse when Im spitting, fucking sharing my wit Matter of fact, gimmie the throne, the rest Ill have: Some nice tunes , gin&tonic and an the xbox pad The beat drops Bitchslap him again. You all thought The kids gone, the kid is rapping again Rap considered to be Gone, now its Back with the Wind That he produces with his lips, when he actually spits Hes such a kid, hes got pedophiles kiddnaping him In a previous life he mightve been Eminem Before his soul died when Ritalin kicked in And destroyed the legendary Shady villain in him FV, watch him killing the men Responsible for hip-hopss overfilling with trends You motherfuckers raped the muses, now youre stealing from them If you dont like him then, suck all the vanilla from him And nobodys ever interfering with him You better start the fucking cheering, when youre nearing on him And be giving him six beers, better do it quickly Because the third-person talking is fatiguing to him Rrrrah

This is dedicated inundated with nothing but mad flavor This is dedicated inundated with nothing but mad flavor Check it Rather have a golden age And Im not talking about sweet 16s Or spipping the sweets to teens Or police that pull the trigger to kill a nigga Yeah i said nigga kinda out of the ordinary So what makes it extraordinary Im so in touch with my feelings I mean the language of the soul So fuck your demon- diablo host to the parasite I got a pair of eyes plus a third So i see your face shimmer of paradise Between her thighs In the naked I can tell your absurd And you emcees spit so many lies It smells like your ass hurt I walk on grass floors So bare feet compare me To some riches try to find a tree So you can climb into the sky Say goodbye! Now I cant see nobody else inside Sometimes I just wanna go home and cry Not wanted no more Nobody ever loved me no no Cant you see Im not wanted no more And nobody ever loved me no mo No mo Im mister Mo-Jo rising to the sun Clap your hands for everyone All the children of the brown color Stand up and make the world yours Naah- I dont tote guns I do drugs sometimes But its only for fun I never meant to hurt no one I play the innocent too often I do sin I have sexual urges I curse But i love it when my baby wrap her legs around me Shit my momma would have a fit, if i said this shit So i just keep it for me Yo i needed some help I grab a book off of the shelf And i learn that i am the king of my own mind Light makowski Everybody wanna see me fail So they can come and oust me But throw up your confetti And lets have a party Because the worlds going to hell Oh well I lead it to sail On the good she Jesus Its been through some shit My names deM atlaS hi Can you tell me your name once again Its so and so do you come here often Nah not enough, its been awhile since Ive seen your smile I just wanna be young free and wild and peace out

He’s a super— Hero Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguars a superhero Here to save rap Always working on new flows, not the same crap Operation Doomsday, the day after mission Hot to death, iron chef, vocals in the kitchen The world wants to know how we follow up a classic Did we lose our hunger? Do we have the magic? Day By Day, Metal Face, together, yes, we build this Now it’s double homicide because, again, we killed this MF DOOM and MF Grimm Put ‘em back together—and you can’t win ‘Cause it can’t lose, so, what the hell? While others choose to rock ‘em, we kill you with bells I’ll resurrect you with some Special Herbs Or we’re hurting birds with some special words Punks think they’re gangsta, but they’re really herbs ‘cause when they empty a clip, it’ll test your nerves Gangsta keep a straight face—you start to swerve All that street shit change, you’re on the curve Hollering like a bitch, what happened to the hard-talk? Street shit is gone, now you’re driving on the sidewalk Destiny is moving, looking at you funny They see you were driving in the streets for the money Lost your respect, now your face you try to hide We refuse to stop and let you slide I know this is eating you up inside Day By Day distribution now worldwide No longer honorable, you’re a fucking crook You better get new guidance, your manager is shook Hiding behind cellphones and emails He’s a little bitch, between his legs is his tail Three years ago, I left—that’s a fact— But now I came back to save rap! Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguars a superhero Jet Jaguar Jet Jaguar Jet Jaguar Jet Jaguar Jet Jaguar Jaguar Day by day, Metal Face

MF DOOM & MF Grimm - “Arabic Gum + Ajowan = No Snakes Alive Pt. 3” Locked down, learned law, represented pro se Got released, mental beast did become Percy Open gates, let me out. Mach speed, return to Monsta Island, summon all monsters, spit fire World burning. Purgatory, many moons, many men Many made it out, and many go again Many ways to make money in the streets, so many come Many die young ‘cause the ghetto’s many guns Harlem days, Harlem nights, path of money making Harlem death, Harlem life, some get taken Harlem world at war, bullets hit, you’re aching Body at Harlem hospital, in surgery, Harlem shaking Better way? Gotta be. Day By Day, try to see Focus on future, meditate on positivity I’m immortal, you could never kill me. My voice Echo for eternity, threats don’t concern me Now know true power Is within, radiate to the people Pure focus, no hocus pocus Superstar Jet Jag, showbiz So you know this, now I slow down ‘Cause I realize I’m speeding, and I give a Moment of silence for the brothers who no longer here I love you all! ‘Til we meet again, my weapon is the pen Same agenda, no snakes alive in the end No breaks this time for fake-ass friends Left dead-bent, decipher what is meant Question for the hip hop mass: Who will grab a mic and wax an emcee’s ass? Who could be three years behind and fly fast? Jet Jag blast past where others catch crash Music Platos predicted Percy, planet’s Pluto Problem: king pissed, one head on the platter Pest, Percy preach power to the people Yes, punish him, place him in prison Provoke him, play him, take away his privileges Planet of the Apes, Caesar educate the savages Settings starve him, reduce daily ration Strip search, shake cells, see for shanks stashing Swallowed by a system of six-day sores Who hypnotize society? Even though suffer slow, I Still saddled my sanity. Most Think it’s cool to kill kin and go to Correctional facilities for eternity It must stop! Free Mumia Free Mumia. I didn’t come here to make friends, motherfuckers. I came here to piss niggas off. That’s right. What?!? It’s working. That’s right. That’s right. Let’s get this shit going. Manhattan, New York. Jet Jaguar a killer mongoose. No snakes alive. Once again. Keep breeding ‘em, keep killing ‘em. MF DOOM, MF Grimm. J. Marty, what up?

You know, you best to watch out Til you, be fresh out of clout Rumors that he got a mouth on the street You know, you best to watch out Who knows, who is watchin in You know, you best to watch out Til you, be fresh out of clout Rumors that he got a mouth on the street You know, you best to watch out Who knows, who is watchin inWatch your back nigga Fresh water trout Out of water Somebody tell him yo Watch your back nigga Streets is watchin Watch your back nigga Fresh water trout Out of water Somebody tell him yo Watch your back nigga Streets is watchin Chasin paper Blazin up, in this bitch we raise the stakes up A little bit Cause I got all of em strung, dont give a fuck Whos takin over Team shit, holding it down I told yall Plans to get the grass Dont sweat the test Getcha money came to- Came to collect Yes Loser, was twice in the fed User, whose nice in the head Choose to, entice him with bread Air him, they said he was ex-pen-dable Air him, theres no witnesses Dare him, they said he was ex-pen-dable Air him, theres no witnesses Who knows, who is watchin inComin home son Where that shit at bitch Get paid son Dead him dunn   Tell em the B.I Dead em dunn   Tell em the B.I Nosey yo Motherfucker! Bullshit, clearin nigga down Yo! You know, you best to watch out Til you, be fresh out of clout Rumors that he got a mouth on the street You know, you best to watch out Who knows, who is watchin inWatch your back nigga Fresh water trout Out of water Somebody tell him yo Watch your back nigga Streets is watchin Are you rollin!? ARE YOU ROLLIN!? ...Are you rolling?

Remember, only you can tell which sounds are correct to your ears in your environment Your equalizer provides you with the means to make any and all corrections that you in your new capacity as audio playback engineer determine to be the most accurate Say again, welcome Jesus, the beat is cut in pieces like pizzas When he grab the mic deez nuts said please squeeze us He told em hold up, after the punchline Single file rappers with dull rhymes and ugly shines In the ring with the frizzy bearded grizzly bear He win the thing with an exquisite rare dizzy stare Gimme here, Ill show yall how to do it right When he put the mask on he screw it tight, its stupid light True story, you can ask Uncle Nu I didnt know that was you Dreams the heat beam is like a laser level Aim it til it straighten out, do your best to graze a devil Bass and treble peakin, make sure they even Be fakin more and he break her jaw and teeth in Leavin creepin No time for weepin and grievin, deep in breathin Keepin on believin, it dont matter Honing on the data In the zone zonin, ownin microphone chatter Batter, swing

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

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Beef platters, Im flattered you eating off chattering on me Thats pussy, you chatter box, see Ill erase your matter shortly After this verse finish and devour you corny rappers Im so hungry, Ill eat the wrapper too Shorty throw it backwards, so I dont need that quarter back, sir Im pure and sure shell want to see me again, tomorrow afternoon Sent her home before the sun set, she sent a text saying, We should be together staring at the moon, But I said, The weather sucks. My idea is better, hun, you should just send me nudes, She said, If I did, I bet hella niggas will envy you, she already knew, they already do Practice led me to mixing my bars with catchy tunes and honeys escorting me to empty rooms Smelling like sexy perfumes, leading them directly to wanting me to get in between like interludes She wanted to cuddle, said it was chilly, I said itd simmer soon, she was shivering too Sweet like Winnie The Pooh honey, but bitter too like the clitoris do something that trigger you to act like a fool And when that bitch bugging, wrap you in cocoons, you gotta tell her, Holla back, boo, niggas that dap you wanna trap you To find me, you need GPS, almanacs too, stoned like statues, hoes might jack you, ejaculate or grab the cake out your stash And leave you with frosting, and the salad youll soon get tired of tossing, and flee with a gee whos balling to Palm Springs I dont trip over small things, reign hard and cold, thats hail, all hail to the king, Turtle beat the rabbit, but snails left chem trails that make you feel weaker every time you exhale A bright speaker who break the speakers he speaking through, shock the world like Pikachu, parasitic friends, I got at least a few I bet the leech is you, ill beats unleash this new side of me, when my speech is through, youll wish you had a clearer and cleaner view Of the spirits inside of me cause I rap solemnly, three sides to every story, its hard to even call me isosceles Even if you saw Solis cross the street today, you dont want beef with me if you dont eat filet mignon and cant slay King Kong And your minds to easy a book to read, and youre still attached by the time the hooker leaves to bring the gwap to my team You a duck, Im the chosen one, a goose amongst a few geese, elegant whip with two seats: what I dream to ride Put ducks in a bucket of grease to fry, ready for war, only we survive, lost soul roaming with Caesars pride I wrote this verse in my leisure time, Supply dope lines to loyal customers, when its re-up time, I gotta see my supplier Visit my mind to see how to take these people higher Use it as a catalyst, say I gotta get a grip like pliers Now I have calluses and blisters, sour piff sparked, Im Mr. Spark-A-Conversation-With-Shorty-And-Her-Sister Slash world domination obsessive, on the hash, fed hash browns by a shorty thats red-skinned, how does that sound? Wipe off my Elevens and act a clown with my bredren, the torch and the black crown has been passed down The word classic is thrown often, I sat down on the throne, inhaling dro, coughing Soul in the ozone, enemies in a coffin Soul in the ozone, enemies in a coffin Soul in the ozone, enemies in a coffin..

DOOM from the realm of El Kulum, smelly gel fume Separating cell womb to Melle Mel, boom Revelations in Braille, respiration inhale, view Nations fail and shaking of a snake tail make due Blazing swords trace the haze, praise the Lord Saving Grace, lace your broad, she say she bored A crazy straw, ink and stale dry paraffin Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison A bad samaritan averaging above average men Rancid rants having rambling savages scavenging For scraps, perhaps roadkill, if that Gift of gab, and he flowed ill, chromе stiff hat Known for writing lightning tight lines, chiefin Beefin, being off deep еnds, divine bright shines even Dimes quiet as mimes by design mighty fine Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind Need mines now that was this is then, listenin To sizzlin officialtons whisperin, Him again Metal Face Finster playing with the dirty money Sinister, dont know what he saying but the words be funny Major vet spaded through the vest with a bayonet Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget Make her sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits Then it gets wilder with more childisher degenerates Three thousand years ago, Moses said: Every human being is responsible for his actions Or thy being is still a beast, not yet human! You ought to let your uncle flow, my motorcycle trunkfuls From two-one two-one, lose crumbs to chunks in bundles Hands down, better than what your mans used to get Standing around from where the translucent looses spit Missing wheel, you dont listen, youre a feel-head Sitting in the kitchen pissing, twitching, kissing steel lead Crime pays no dental nor medical Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal You heard like roaring waters in a seashell If a tree fell, you couldnt tell from three cell Be real careful, they tell him by the earful Kids doing skid bids, acting out is terrible Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on Pants sagging back when you used to meant you had a skirt on Squirts posing as thuggers and hustlers El Eloh closer then yalls ball huggers and jugglers Motherfuckers! DOOM is transmitting a message to you Super fools I need to use more power

I just want to be large, large like Whodini Cuz fame from my name on a train and graffiti wasnt good enough Maybe I was bein greedy, but I thought I could be on TV Fact is, Mike Jack set it on fire But I moonwalk with an umbrella six months prior In my school talent show White gloves lock ticking We was in the park, poppin like hot chicken I was on the block trynna get my name known And be the hottest in the hood like flame, on Or maybe just the best in my building Competin with the rest of the children Let the crowd judge who the winner is They can be so cold like the winter is My mama always said -Have no fear And I will rise to the top like a cold beer So Imma hearse my lines on the F-train The boys famous, why should I have less fame? The freaks came out at the night and they stayed out Without a doubt I refuse to get played out I had a big mouth - would not shut it up I can prove Im the best - just set it up I feel like its me against John Little All I gotta do is show the world my skill Started with a dream, now the world knows my name Just trynna be the best, so Ill be on that Fresh Fest You had to have skills, to get a record deal You had to be the best, to get on that Fresh Fest I just wanna hear my song on BLS Couldnt care less about a brand new CLS I aint have my licence anyhow Fat Boys had a show and made twenty thou- wow You can get payed like that? And all I gotta do is spit a tight rap? I think i gotta few lines on stash And I can have a rap game on smash The boys better make room Cuz I can formulate a great tune, yep Peter Piper picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes I bet I can get known with one hot line I bet I can get on with one hot song I just need to be like the one Run rocked on Or, get like +Flash+ so I can be the best dressed Yes, yes, so Ill be on that Fresh Fest

Villain, man, never ran with krills in his hand and Wont stop rockin til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin the wasteland sands Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin fan He rest when hes ashes Ask em after ten miles in his ga-lashes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed ta know, it show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough its horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess The ten case of cave a chicken chest S Yes yall the dub will get ya trickles The best ballers pitch in and rub to get a nickels But tut tut, he about to change the price again It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen Villain here, have em shrillin in fear And wont stop top illin til he a gazillionaire Grillin stare, yeah ya boy had drama Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke I thought I told em, Firing pins was separate He find out later when he tries to go and rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged an advance to translate it and ignored it, sorta One monkey dont stop no slaughter A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it aint worth the overkill Flow skill, still theres no thrill Villa bill ya ten K bills in his pilla Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with— —Dilla, mix, mix, mix Villain, his agenda is clear Endin this year with dividends to spare, here Its not meant for the seein Went through the ceilin after enterin his center bein A new meanin to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof Its the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam when Ernest Goes To Camp For the right earn - namean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets He gets lucky like winnin free tickets off SimplyLyrics One mans waste is another mans soap Sons fan base know the brotha mans dope A real weirdo with a bugged rare flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge wont grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought niggerish Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish Black licorice and equally as yucky How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie Monkey hustle, man on fire Later for the date than the Hadron Collider And cost more, it be seemin like a style DOOM leave the competition steamin like a pile Smile, ding! Sparklin jewels In effect like alternate side of the street parkin rules Fools, the roach was never dead Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head Instead it was depicted as flicked in Split, the wicks lit

Yo, yo, yo 1,2,3, in the place to be Having a P-A-R-T-Y Check me out now Whoever dare to follow Eats humble pie with merde gelatto Nowadays you can buy a Rothko at a Costco News is entertainment even if its gloom and doom Customers create by mixing up what they consume Like a DJ Lichtenstein picked a time to hang comic books on Broome and Broadway Marketplace lies at the crossroads Ads are better products cause they cost more than the show After maximal fragmentation its natural to converge Church and state merch is hate, thats why they should never merge I advocate for abstinence when it comes to cocaine The brand is recognized by color scheme even with no name In a crazy world its difficult to go sane Hurts no worse than the curse Of habits that dont work Or to burst on stage completely unrehearsed These basement tapes are savin grace from chasin papes Ass-fuck with brass knucks If you pluck my last buck, pickpocket Ill rip your balls from out your dicksocket And combination lock your lips for shit talking My rhymes stick around like a cold sore How come Mead dont make unruled notebooks no more? I dont like the Russell one Cover the color of bubblegum Plus the binding always comes undone Im so New York, I changed my number to 3-1-1 Try starvin and youll prefer eatin by wide margin MC Paul Barman presents a tempting fall bargain: More knowledge in one song then the next mans whole album Fluffers drool gladly Suffer fools badly Its hard to pardon a fool Comin fresh like shesh besh Thats the cardinal rule Fake purist is an undertaker Thinks hes an operator My wife had to explain that if we were all innovators Then the systems would stop and quit But the systems a fallacy Realitys duality, My theory of opposites Biz Markie clowned around, was really in charge Jay-Z comes Joe Schmo, google plex extra large Clinton dodged questions but watch lies bounce past the gate Whereas Bush spits opposites, shits smacks in your face You swear youll never bitch like your grandmom But an opposite pole defines the plane that you stand on So how to create an idenity youre proud of? All those threats just beg for loud love The hitmans a chump, the boss keeps the riches Gunguy takes risks, first to sleep with the fishes KERPLUNK!!! Doublepumps only power for gutterpunks Its harder to run the factory for Puffalumps New kid on the block, Glock locked by Euclid Hook it up And if you dont know, Look it up---stupid

Yeah Its good to be home No place like it Home sweet Home Ayo Im going back to Cali To all the ladies in the valley And the weather more beautiful than Halle And I done been all through the hood My boy Dougie D, man he took me on a tour through the hood Slauson swap meet, Crenshaw, stop, eat Then go to Melrose, cop a pair of shelltoes Then Im jumpin on the 5-North First I gas up, and then I drive off To the Bay, oh how I love it in the Bay Same way I love it in LA I get a lot of love up on Haight Street Folks look up to me like Im 8 feet Tall, ayo the West Coast got it all And every time I go, man I have a ball Fun times, sunshine, thats right up my alley Thats why Im going back to Cali Ill be back, for now Im gone You know what they say, no place like home Im keeping my girls in my phone Worldwide I be all in my zone Cest la vie, cest la vie Adios, adios Au revoir, au revior Cheerio Home sweet home Hey yo, Im going back to Paris, France And I must say, that you really should go if you have a chance The culture, the music, the art The food, the people, they real to the heart This is genuine love, this is not a act And I couldnta put it down on a hotter track I hear a lot of cats talk a lotta smack But I lost six Gs, and I got it back How real is that? Thinking the utmost Respect from me against the world full of cut-throats How could I lose a grip like that? In a crowded sports bar and get it right back Its like no place I ever went And thisll be the biggest shout that I ever sent To any city that I ever flew through Merci beaucoup, I salute you Ill be back, for now Im gone You know what they say, no place like home Im keeping my girls in my phone Worldwide I be all in my zone Cest la vie, cest la vie Adios, adios Au revoir, au revior Cheerio Im going back to the Netherlands Switzerland, Finland, Deutschland, and the motherland Im going back to Jo-Burg, back to Cape Town Back to Sydney, oh what a great town Let me break down where Im going back to If I been through, I want to come back through And like a tattoo, I would stay permanent But my love for the road dont determine it Ill be back, for now Im gone You know what they say, no place like home Im keeping my girls in my phone Worldwide I be all in my zone Cest la vie, cest la vie Adios, adios Au revoir, au revior Cheerio Home sweet home

Just because you think that youre gorgeous Doesnt really mean youre flawless Just because you think that youre gorgeous Doesnt really mean youre flawless She didnt want me nah She didnt want me nah Sipping a PBR and a cigarette I feel like a star Lick battery acid just to get a charge Positive take away negative You are the one I wanted to get lost with To find myself with No matter lets skip the chit-chatter, lay down Make love, take drugs Get a buzz, feel numb Go down in a ashtray Dry leaves take long to figure out what I want I had it all but then I lost it But I figured thats what I wanted in the end Never show when its time to pretend to be grown men And women who want children who are like them But sister so sister so you is a Ghost a ghost I want to be dead like you Can almost walk through walls like you I would be glad to go to hell along side you Just to be with you Its true i been the kind of cat To worry where he left his tracks In the house, in the apartment Where its dark my head can draw up thoughts Where it starts, having no clue what to do But to eat my stale food Like saltines spit them off The only components in the cupboard That can take away my hunger, thirst Water is the healer, but liquor is the dealer Gaze at the mirror for hours Till I look for Minnesota Alone so alone nobody home I got to go Back in those summer days Mine was like a maze No get away car could take us that far Just, only to the forest And we dance around and undressing Laugh at Ouija boards and dark lords Take us through the portal And we become immortal All these emotions to sort through Bitch look what you put me through Back no matter how demolished my old self come back to you because

Damage, uh, damage, uh Yall know good and goddamn well Youre fucking with a brother who aint never had his hand held And never seemed passed out Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you For this respect, I sweated and bled And have yet to be discredited by what a critic ever said Were unaware of his racial make-up We know hes an albino but cant science the face up! Never question what I am G-O-D knows if you dont, you can never understand So you need only know that Im unrelenting Nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending Cast shadows like light descending Must not discuss divorce with the case still pending, but I got some shit to tell you on my next record For now, we and Sage Francis connected and did-- Damage, uh Wrote this one a couple days after Christmas Hope is one struggled game thats persistent 0 plus 1 2, for Self, no assistance Pistol clear before this new year existed Somebody get the door Fuck it, let em snore Its all been said before Buried in a metaphor Lucy is hip-hop, and Jacobs a prince Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now They say Im buggin, because of the way I love em Nervous, cause I know Ill never make the perfect husband What, they treat me like LL for art fucks They hang out and argue about my clown thought and snort rocks From the twin cities, call it the deuce Skinny grizzly-bear alcoholic on the loose Sing with me, show your love, give me proof Flip the switch to damage and make this planet move Never intended on making records that seemed too slick Peeps move quick from cheap music to G-UNIT! Weak bullshit pulls chicks, but Joe Beats.. Flosses every day Aint he aint talkin bout my gold teeth! My hobo teeth is no sleep for seeking soulmates Getting cold feet, if my queen dont awake My feeble bones break, spines curve People dont take time to learn outside the pyramids WHAT THE DILLY IS? Im unsure, but so sin-surr Get your hurr did, that aint a perm yo, thats a temporary That aint a wormhole, thats a cemetary where they bury the lies.. Im lampin, Im cold cold lampin Out in the snow, campin Cuttin wires so your phone cant ring You dont know a damn thing after your city gets undertaken Pass me a sissy so sucka Ill slay him Damage, uh Dances Famine Damper Dancer Francis Hah, MF Doom on the beat Non-Prophets, Slug and Ali Together at last, like cocks and cunts Yeah, lets fuck it up! Clip that beat You know, were pretty much humanous And thats where wed like to work from From that vantage point Exactly, and you know Non-Prophets is spelled Like you know, like P-O-R-P-H-E-T like meaning Like Non-Prophets, almost like a pun in the word

Stop, stoppin, coppin pains in the night I be better off goin bar hoppin, waitin to fight, right? Nobody want to get tapped by the gauntlet You got it then flaunt it, its gone, rap is haunted By the livin dead, give em the bread Rip em to shreds while sippin the red, bled Chip in the the head, MCs is bought and sold They rhymes aint worth the weight they cost in gold, hold Like a thin chain from here to Brisbane Printed names in vain, represent the insane Gotta do it, snottily putrid, true grit Came to spew spit like bodily fluid with mucus Crews is useless, facts like a druid Wack like the new shit, smacked like fluid Rules is rules, backed right into it Ghouls is fools thats too cracked for school, prove it All the way to UK, to BK Hear the echo of the bang And a cockney rhymin slang Hurricane rippin through your terrain Hear the echo of the bang And the cockney rhymin slang Black Cupid, who act stupid No guts no glory, what your story? Bore me poorly Saucy oftenly, enough for coffee Barely fiercely, fairly scary stare Lets be very clear emcees is derriere As well as unaware, wearily Just dont be nearly near, you hear me? Slow flow speed beats, cheapest on his feats From your nosebleed seats, cleats DOOMington run, once all the shroomings done Left the room with the grooms unassuming blooming honey bun Lady friend Isreali Liberian Hair radiant, wavy, crazy grin, baby skin Toes and hands did, rocky diamond thang Uncle Joe grandson, cockney rhymin slang Flows is handsome, cockney rhymin slang There go your anthem, cockney rhymin slang All the way to UK, to BK Hear the echo of the bang And a cockney rhymin slang Hurricane rippin through your terrain Hear the echo of the bang And a cockney rhymin slang

For the love of Christ I dont need ice to leave you froze Turn your brains to toothpaste Squeeze till it blows Grim Reaper with rap flows Raps a trap, those attack Foes who lack respect get head cracked Survive with the movement Madness, domestic abusin Extortion, Organized Konfusion Teenage abortion, tossed and forced to prostitution 9/11 distorted the laws proportion We was one unit , now we back to bein monkeys in mosh pits Drama and mayhem, soon as the dark sits Spark the heart, bacardi dart Rotty-doddy aside The Maserati, dog, respect the art Black Max with smarts The special effects that light up your heart Me on the mic is like the bite of a shark Ignite, and drove ya bullshit Right off the chart Out the hood, most misunderstood I gotta stay sharp Remarkable with this modern day art Pos the soldier from Rosewood Vanilla dutch, touch thats so hood Blaze like blueberry haze You know how we roll in these last days Smash cats into raps for For them, its Poe Spittin that 89 crack flow Tap hoe Bounce out the back do But not without his gat, tho Danger Mouse came with that Bent back, the big grim track Get back, Po Hmm.. Is that so? The first Hip Hop chat show Whoever talk slick get they lip popped by Fatso Bum, feel the sting linger Wrote this humdinger with a Dislocated bling finger Still king of the hill, its the DOOM-Hour When he came to spit more gibberish Than Boomhauer, mayne Wigsll bleed with the quick speed Drag em backstage Like the tiger nigga did Siegfried Caught a deal on a sawed off Bought off, suit and shells And a hood shit Just to ward off the groupie-males Most will boast that his flows is coastal I hope he get on the mic and dont go postal But keep it blissful Its wishful thinkin Piss full of drinkin, fist full of Lincolns Pistol full of lead with, one in the head And a fan base that spread from the unborn to undead Dunn said, terror alert high Dress code when its stress mode, its shirt and tie A certain guy told her ignore the mask A flirt in a skirt to make you beg for the ass Baby got back, maybe got black In a stranger house, Danger Mouse Gave em hot tracks Aksd him could he bark on the beat And spark Cali Villain not the cat you wanna meet In a dark alley

Yeah, yo, class is in session. Im in the lunchroom What a connection to have Whos the best? There’s a such thing as dumb question to ask Words. Im on the deans list You got to be serious For cats that missed gym and missed the regents to see me spit Teachers dont check or edit. They check your head and read it Got extra credit—read off the teachers pet to get it Dump your trays so we can just bang for these beats Its so crowded, people sitting on the table for seats Students aint returning to class or concerned if they pass Because they learning more from me than they learn from they class Rhymes in my mind plus my binder—know where to find us The picture wont even wind up cause if I line up... Another face in the lineup—unusual suspect The angel bang you. Change your square, rectangle My mouth is a gun known to blast crews I stay spitting like Chinese dudes in fast food We come through with skills, kill the many raw Now give me mines, for real, like guilds with Freddy claws And catch another line punch from the buttercrunch Brother shine funk, sound the gutter, grind drunk Cold fool, bash crews, take they boombox With dynamite sticks in my hand and boombox Explosive and Im only igniting—trust me Nobody wants this like diarrhea—why you fighting? These are my school days—J killin it. Tainted Kool-Aid And dues paid came in mastering my tools of the trade Aint cool that the games cruel and the rules are the same But my love is spittin fires what fuels the flame This played fool tryna play fool, so either upgrade Or get treated the free-lunch way—eat em up, J Cause when theres pangs in my stomach, you gon see the fangs coming With the fangs comes the beast—thats the change a-coming Cause we the freestyle authors with a free trial offer You want a piece? You want to see a child in fosters? Well, we advice caution cause we a dream sequence The Lineup. We awesome, illest team defense Got my own lunch table. I dont go to this school Even teachers raise they hands to talk to the dude School guards act hard—still nough shook They know my book bag full of everything but books Walk the halls with my shorty, drinking a 40 The dean couldve caught me but I heard the walkie-talkie Absent every day, considered a truant In the class by myself for spitting this music Pencils kept sharp. Ink pen weapons Rambo. Radio Melle Mel message Twelve semesters uncompleted, hundred reasons Ill never be shit? Then we shall see, bitch I cut class like I like swords If you aint hard like the boulevard erasure/erase your boards Hesitate and get sent to the void Man, he caught the keloid First of all, yous a wind-up toy I dont battle MCs—I kill androids Teacher said, You too loose in the head You dont get a graham cracker. You go straight to bed Play times over. Go to straight to special ed Play with Simon, do as he says Professor X taught me best How to levitate SP-12s at recess The Lineup. Yo Ayyo, check my phonics. Fo sho, get demonic All crazed, Im all day— get all As in hoes economics I blast rhymes, its on, and some chicks want mine Some fast times, some Sean Penn at Ridgemont High Tellem youre fresh man like Carmelo We the super seniors—you get suped. You see us Vote for yours, get strong, eat your veggies And get beat, the wedgie—you learn your turn, youre over Lost in thorns Then youre real queer, so you get so weak Your meek on some male cheerleader that wont sneak a peek I cant respect it—see, my peeps are rep-to-death kids Im effervescent—heads I give a F for effort Who could turn a study hall into a bloody brawl When they get it twisted like the funnies on a Silly Putty ball? Ask not about the dome steam, the mask is hot And hes not you man or your home team mascot Ras clot. How them fools sound? The twelfth-grade dropout who trespass on school grounds Giving back and for the kids like Nickelodeon Who mainly pay me. Fill out a app for custodian With his record, thats the only job of hire Way before the metal detectors and barbed wire Supposed to graduated with the bunch of 89 They hated. He made em wait on the lunch lady line Told us You better stop or her headll pop The only class he ever passed was metal shop Its where he used to practice his tactics to spit oil Dont drink the milk—the shits spoiled

Both hands clusty, chilling with my man Rusty Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty The world cant touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro Son trifling fuck, wildflower on the cycle and Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in West Brighton Pool, now Im into Iron Duels Turn Nuns to Earths Whoopi, she at Allah school Inhale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell knot, you flash a burnt cell Snap out of CandyLand kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune and shit, we never did Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land You god damn right I fuck fans, king me Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G-O-D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle Shake that body, party that body Dont fuck with Ghost youll feel sorry Thats word, Im not the herb Understand what Im saying, saying, saying Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us We lay low glitter wax full bangles Priceless ropes, lay around the God get tangled Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass Twelve men following me, it be the God staff Move, every scripts like Miramax Smash the big boy, totalled it, Wilshire and Fairfax Son beaming wifey on the beach, sipping Zima Wu binos, to latinos, we love Selena Overnight, God schedules, Fed-Ex Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics Too hot, to handle one thought from scrambling the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when He rolling up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid stop fronting on the ground fore you get touched Its Canada Dry sess with Allah, son We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry Yo, I dont understand how these cats sip daiquiris Like its all good down at the hit factory Be on 54th, whole clique backing me All that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery I aint no rapper, b, I skeet Uzis And I cant act, turned down 3 movies So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash And your fast food, Ill eat your food fast My rude ass, carries 3 weapons And Ill give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We kill girls, rape em, bury their skirts Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work Id rather run the streets 730 with work But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter YSerious? This man cant be Be glad Im not in her damn panties Got a damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy Im going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy Your right hand man Randy, understand me In Atlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land Desert-colored: Sandy You know the one with the whips, THATS ME The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me Get at me, nigga, THATS ME The one that be running and dodging, YOU The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU The one thats scared of some yay yo Always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch I could show you some ice Throw you advice You not that good dog, who told you youre nice Ay, yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out And I dont got beef, I dont play those games If I did though believe me I would say yall names Go to your house, red dot scope your crib Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split it was my mistake But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes Im going to get shit right if I spend my cake Jimmy, Im a get you up out of 5h This is for my niggas that load the pipe Saying Im the best just not promoted right You know my life Drink, smoke, roll some dice Control the hiest Know Im a patrol your schiest We all get schiest

Hold the cold one Like he hold the old gun Like he hold the microphone And stole the show for fun Hold a foe for ransom Flows is handsome Os in tandem Anthem, random, tantrum Phantom of the Grand Old Opry Ask the dumb hottie Masked pump shottie Somebody stop me Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy After rockin parties he departed in a jalopy Watch the droptop pop Known as the grimy limey slimy Try me blimey Simply smashing in a fashion thats timely Madvillain dashing in a beat rhyme crime spree We rock the house like rock n roll Got more soul than a sock with a hole Set the stage with a goal To have the game locked in a cage Getting shocked with a pole Overthrow it like throwing rover a biscuit A lot of bitches think hes overly chauvanistic Let go his dick if thats the case Rats, what a waste More cats to chase Dogs he got em like new powers Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club Had your fam saying please make me a dub Well, since you ask kindly Where he been behind the mask Who cant find me? Youre blind in the wine zone Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9 hes a rhinestone... Cowboy Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Review But who knew the mask had a loose screw? Hell, could hardly tell Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell It speaks well of the hyper bass Wasnt even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace Couldnt wait for the snipes to place At least a track list in bold print typeface Stopped for a year Come back with thumb tacks Pop for the beer Were hip hop sharecroppers Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers Hes in it for the quiche You might as well not ask for no free shit, capiche? Oh my aching hands From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands Villain - his smile stuns ya chick While he puts himself in your shoes Run ya kicks You heard it on the radio-tape it Play it in your stereo, your crewll go apeshit Raw lyrics - he smells em like a hunch The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch Curses Hes truly the worsest With enough rhymes to spread Throughout the boundless universes Let the beat blast She told him wear the mask He said you bet your sweet ass Its made of fine chrome alloy Find him on the grind Hes the rhinestone cowboy

Ah... oh, no—I dont know what got into me. I—I didnt mean to cause all that destruction. Im sorry—so sorry— What kind of no good are you up to this time? Ive been expecting you I dont know if I should try to arrest you myself or call the marines first—but how do we know you wont turn wild again? Im here to help! Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen I know, some people change Its superhero vision; sonic—listen I— Its superhero— Do what you do best— My— Vik in the sick captains pilot suit Designed by Travolta out his mind Is in the mind of another culture vulture Threw him from Tulsa to this dimension Right on time for the heroes-hustlers convention Its no admission, you gotta be on the list Play your position, peon, against the metal fist Hes on a purely secular mission Stroll through wearin the DOOM Clarks, second edition Web slinger need a beat, well black him out Flank him out, test his spidey senses on his bank account For illest mention he hermaphrodite whose pants was tight Who dance aight Gave it to Puck from Alpha Flight The mask was bright as lightnin Same type of shinin got them Teen Titans fightin Sippin on that She-Hulk milk, at least she said it was milk In a Hello Kitty catsuit, I bet it was silk Grabbed the award for bein hella raw Of course he scored the relic for Until next rhyme, yall—Excelsior! Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen I know, some people change Its superhero vision; sonic—listen I— Its superhero— Where are you flying off to? Ive got work to do JVC is nice Ive been around Japan Its electronic, calls me Viktor High on the scales, off the Richter The media say Im mature, check me out on Wikipedia Coach them off their walkers Let them walk again and run and speed up I come from a place where superheroes meet up The X Men drinkin tea watchin chicks with D cups Spiderman saw Doctor Oct spittin on top of a New York City bus City Island eatin shrimps Throwin fries in water to swans and ducks Itd be wrong to the universe if I drive with a monster green Lamborghini up All the 5s come out to reunite, throw their beanies up I molest cholesterol, yous a fine tune abuser The Yankees lost but the blue and orange team amuse us I could make a million rappers whisper and hush Cold Stone ice cream, you dont have to lick that much They hold my balls, easy soft touch Throw your ladies some bucks The reindeers jump out, you need that antler juice Ski hat with the mommy goose Its superhero vision; sonic—listen Its superhero vision; sonic—listen I know, some people change Its superhero vision; sonic—listen I— Its superhero— I dont let it get me down I know, some people change It was like the end of the world. There was destruction everywhere. Scrambled around in hysterical panic. Cars busted, taxis were slamming into each other by the second. Downtown was like never before. And the cause of all this— I wont let it get me down Youre right—

Looks like its gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Looky here, its just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what Im pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? Shes like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posses on broadway like momma I want to sing Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapenas Get it like a whuppin when you holla at your seniors Dolla he can overhear the hash is fiender He just came from over there, the grass is greener Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrixs mad glitches Flip so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more.. Booze, put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims you dont use He only keep em to decorate If you wanna peep him select a date And bring a deep check like checkmate I kid you not, on the dotted line signed Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine Couldnt find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought its too thick His assistant said: Doom, you sick he said: Truth through acoustics Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning With micropower hes sound and right reasoning Easy as Pi, three point one four One more one false move and theyre done for

: You said you want the moolah Well come and get it here it is Diamond studded from the brim of the cap, down to the wrists And its so enticing It drive you like a license Suddenly enlightened by the glimmer of lycans A dog is what they call me Money like Wolf of Wall Street Tell me just how you ball Like honey thats where the fall be A free fall when its free for all But not like free literally I’m tryna break free from my demons Break it down for you Fully Its fundamental, a higher power when its from the mental I let my words portray the vibe and tempo I dont even need the music, kill the instrumental A soft spoken man with a razor sharp train of thought Godzilla I tear that train apart Cuz in most cases It leads me to down the most cases Handle of Henny and with no chaser But then I see it straight like like Thats why they left, cuz they aint right right And dont compare, we not the same height The rest of em sea level, let me take flight : Its all about the M.O.N.E And Y must everything revolve around the penny I walk upon the streets without any Tryna keep a steady pace : So as I walk upon the streets Hear me speak upon beats Music delicacies we finna feast like Hometown hit you with the profound A working Blue Scholar like Im Pro Brown Okay its on now Epiphanies from the cortex Hot as solar strikes But colder than a vortex, polar Mind controller, time slower These rappers outta money when their printers out of toner Knowledge of self my one true intention Traveling to find my own dimension : This for my 9 to 5 to stay alive And I know that God with me, I aint afraid to die I take another second and I exhale I know you’ve been through more than most and you’ve seen hell But dont be scared homie You know I care homie I know you think my shit is dope Its only fair homie Now where my chair homie I mean the throne, my b I mean it doesnt really matter Pay my dues only And Ill be fine homie Cuz we still fly homie Economy seats with the slight recline homie But I still wanna be the one they call out For an encore, run it back, go all out Its all about the M.O.N.E And Y must everything revolve around the penny I walk upon the streets without any Tryna keep a steady pace Yeah, and as life goes on We walking and listen to the same old song S/o Mountain Brothers S/o Native Souls But yall already know how that goes..

Hey! Yeah, oh, yeah, baby... I really need to grow up Maybe I should get older, wiser Hey, sir, can you help me out? Yo, could you help me out? Yo, mister, could you help me out? Just help me out I really need to get wiser, older Maybe you can help me out Never was really too good at sports Never really knew how to play the shit Everyone always used to crowd around Everyone always used to get down With the funky sound of the funky drummer Number one style for the number one summer Here he goes again and everyone going to say Why it never go my way? Why it never go my way? My way, my way Every morning, wake up to a bad day Thinking about you And tattoos and clown shoes And good thing I got ups and downs Got help some time Drink some liquor ought to help sometime Maybe I dont need to feel alright Once in a minute going once in a while Mama aint seen my face in a while Everything going my way Why isnt anything going my way? Why is everybody standing in my way? Somebody help me out Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Never was too good at sports Never really ate the fork of the fork Never really gave a fuck, ya see Everyone think I got leprosy Never is really that bad Nothing really ever really mattered to me Why the fuck wont she look my way I cant stand it Call these women Jay Hawkins of the 21st centuary The names DeM atlaS Im rocking with MF DOOM on this shit This is called Garbage Day #3 Maybe you need to pay attention or read TV or television, get a itty bit of superstition Or whatever you need Whoa, hey! Whoa, hey! Somebody help me out Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Wont somebody help me out? Somebody, somebody Somebody, somebody This is dedicated to you You and you and you and you This is dedicated to you You and you and you and you This is dedicated to you You and you and you and you and you Alright (Help me out Help me out Help me out)

Oh fuck, here we go Bust a nut inside the stereo Another whack rapper huh? This shit is timeless I can see you rolling your iris And the size of the shits ginormous Look back I did some dumb shit Who did it My ass was kissing somebody elses Just trying to get through, now Shake Shake Shake Im just tryna get through just tryna get through Shake Shake And Ill shake Now come one Come one Come all This is an evening you dont want to miss Watch what you say Watch what you say Watch what you say All you children are inside in membrane Cant maintain ever struggle Remembering my own name I forgot why I came here Hey do you have free beer? Thats ok I brought a flask Put me up to the test To blow up the president For thinking he Take over the White House Go up in your wifes blouse Now I already told you I dont give a fuck These motherfucks dont give a what about your life Fight for my right I party And I am doing nasty shit in the hallway If I had it my way Are you going my way? Im afraid not girl Yeah I got the bad brains dont I No could in the sky Dont aim to high And why you looking down at the time Ill show you how to do a little rain dance Unzip your pants 1 2 3 Sing to me now 4 5 6 Take a motherfucking bow Mama gonna kick you out of this house And your daddys gonna whoop your ass With his brand new bag and thats sad can I have your attention can you spare me your time Kid go rhyme over MF DOOM instrumentals Ready I was special ready bout to go mental Here we go let the trumpets blow Be careful cause the {?] is a pro Your ass better shake like it was a motherfucking earthquake I dont have any eyes because the light is too bright And they can all see inside I dont know what dreams from reality I learned to walk on either side Are you a genie or the antichrist Can someone please tell me why mama cries in her sleep every night I emptied all the cupboards in the pantries Trying to find something good to eat I walk right down the street Trying to catch the bus The bitch bus driver dont stop For a dark brotha Undercover racist Im developing a sharks fin tail And my teeth are sharper than a ravenous beast And I lay my fangs at your armor That stands in between me myself and I Ill bite the hand off whoever try to feed me If it try to fuck with me Ill meet you at the middle or the end I dont got any friends, Please Would you come again I am having a bad day Go away thanks I just wanted to settle the score Shits not good between my father and me When I was little kids used to call me a spaz But at last. Would the ? Please play that jazz And I am loving that Dejected rejected infested in subliminal messages In context I feel as big as an ant Sitting next to giants and tyrants and hydrants My pants on fire like i am a liar Twist my nose with some rusty pliers I finally obtained what I desire I go coast to coast With the most flows I boast And also with the dopeness Dont try approach this You niggas is hopeless Please Mr. DJ would you drop my shit like an atom bomb Napalm and anthrax all in one Hijack and track and leave a nigga done And if the police come what you gonna do Im gonna shoot the fucking pig in the head til they all dead I am ready to place bets Im gonna slay you all, big or small Short or tall, come one, come all Ill make it sound so profound A pronoun can pronounce it I burned down my fathers house and I pissed on his carcass and sheepskin carpets Formerly known as the one called It Coughing up phlegm and spit and shit so much I got used to it The whole world is out of order Give up your boy, girl, son or daughter The whole world is out of order Give up your boy, girl, son or daughter The whole world is out of order Give up your boy, girl, son or daughter The whole world is out of order Give up your boy, girl The whole world smiles It smiles at you The whole world smiles It laughs at you Everything is broken I wanted to wake up from these bad dreams I been having lately Can you wake me Leave me here Aint nothing left to do but Shake me Shake me Shake me Aint nothing left to do, aint nothing left to do Shake me Shake me Shake me Aint nothing left to do, aint nothing left to do

You’re going to school? Don’t wanna miss that blood Go on and get that honky education You might be big someday, president Fuck school! Go to school, go to school, dropped out when I heard that Too busy tryna figure out where the birds at And them broads all stopped when I They tryna throw me in detention, in Spofford But I prospered, unlike they intended You had on suspenders, I was gettin suspended Posted up outside in my street clothes Principals tried to keep me out the hall like Pete Rose Gambling, popped em all with a six Four bogies and malt liqs, alcoholics Yesterday E & J, brought rum out today Tappin bottles like, Warriors, come out to play These meddling kids was peddling mids We sold that high grade like nerds I paid to solve a square root for me Thats why both the goon and the square root for me But if I went back in time, I would dare Be that geek sittin front the class doing his homework Preppin to be somebody in life Instead of roaming the streets with my moms kitchen knife She didnt even buy it when I told it Like, We bought the whole set from IKEA, I know you stole it Snuck around real cowardly Took a metro to go uptown to cop sour D Never chill downtown on Bowery Was either my hood, Flatbush, Harlem or the Bronx Out of my mind, straight lunacy Avoidin truancy and chasin new pussy You see where that took me All those years of not paying bookies and playin hooky Never danced at the prom I did the dropout boogie I don’t wanna listen, I don’t believe in this kinda system And let me tell ya I’m 20 years old And I know a lot, understand? For my age I know a lot And where did I learn it? In the streets Because the school couldn’t do nothing for me Stick wit it baby, some day you might be king Remained true to the task Got bad grades still stayed doing the math Prom night, packin bones in a flask Chaperone maricón let him in with the mask Envisioning cocking the hammer and letting it blast Feasible then, with cameras aint gettin a pass And thats trash Deserve worse for late night meddlin Villain irate, still be quite the gentleman The off-beats two left hooks, stewed pork meat Snowing powdered sugar saying New Yorks sweet Til they blind-sided, high speed on a cross street Or swipe a MetroCard down they face to the raw meat Remember classmates, some of em bad apes Hallway jooks to bathroom gang-rapes Property deface ass bet dice games for mad papes Windows shatter, just blame the brown dude when the glass breaks And thank the public school system for providing new landscapes Deficit in attention, honorable mention for detention Actions, foul language, words and unleashed tensions Often probably resulted in suspension As they say Another vay-cay, melee, and yoke up a teacher on payday Or roll the reefer up, say Hey! Then go get the Le Tigres and the lees off layaway Stepped off then bounced Couldnt deal on a day-to-day Dropout boogie, repeat the steps or pave the way, okay? Yo no se Shalom, instructor told you, Stay at home today His favorite class, got along with the Jew kids And still cool up til now, is you stupid? Its all about commerce, regardless who bomb first More like who stay calm when the drama burst

Its the beat, I hear it in my sleep, sometimes Blare it in your Jeep so your peeps can stare at them rhymes Real rhymes, not your everyday hologram Even when ribs is touchin, never swallowed the ham Hed rather eat a sand sand with salad It might need salt like your mans bland ballad A lot of stuff happens that the news wont tell yous Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose Rake it, take it like the good, the bad, the ugly Break it, rollin through ya hood in the caddy buggy Butter softly leather flossin’ fatty juggy Always threw me off when she told me, Daddy, funk me Im like, Anywhos Seeds walkin all out in street without any shoes I guess its better than some funky socks You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox She wanna hear the beatbox Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock Sing it, bring it back to your laboratory While hes in his oratory, glorious like a horror story The mask is like Jason He told the place not to let the basket type case in He might be some type of wacko Lookin’ for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho He said “Blessed be the Lord Who believe any mess they read up on a message board If so, I got a bridge for the low low Them type fools go into the po-po Here, orange peel L’s for the whole tier Feel like he been gone over a year, came home to old gear It was the shit when he first scooped it At least you get to sit out in New York and curse stupid He plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty cat Swift with the nine through a fifty-nine fifty hat You hear it when you’re meditating In deep theta, let her hate the creep playa Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data Stay well self medicated to sleep later Side effects is similar to sugar pill Nobody go next on the mic he put a booger, ill

Act II: Free Falling

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

No friendly warfare, this aint wrestlin Theres nothin staged over here, youre trippin Mescaline Drinkin, coulda got smacked for what he thinkin Coulda said the word, then whack! Abe Lincoln And still spend stacks off crack, stay crinklin This games built to get got while blinkin Rappers do big up jail like a recruiter Let em tend ta hit a boy, said he was a shooter Told him Man up, or keep it pushin like a scooter Then said nuttin and didnt pass the Buddha Lo and behold, police shows up Spit his shitty sixteen and got his self froze up, up His story had a moral, its buried in the soil Vil put it in her back like the epidural Kids: eat, sleep, stay away from creeps Spit it from the heart, this games for keeps So peep Yeah, saga of a true B-Boy Beware any likenesses or imagery is a decoy Sho nuff, yo fluff, force like Bruce Leroy Bring trouble up and get double cut— keloid Bubble up, run em up, destroy And anything else you see— void Rightful ownership Got a bone to pick with the phoniest colonialist Who own a ship The loneliest known to rip Known to sip pine and ripple Find yourself in a bind and pickle Dont bite the hand that feeds you, bite the nipple In this land of black and brown, aint no backin down As foul as that sound, its hard to find a cap and gown But its always like a MAC around B-r-r-r-r-at!! Man down Metal is empowered, devil is a coward It all smells of high hell like no one ever showered Scrub behind ya ears, shed the final tears Remember what the world was like in the final years Just a speck of dirt in the universe, snap fingers Just like that— assume the worst Back in business, guzzle beers, track and fitness Laps get faster, couldve missed Christmas What is this? Reign Reign Reign Reign

Knowledge begat wisdom like the owl Starting now, go green Put a fat one in the air Like a farting cow Somehow the songs supposed to make sense, man Whether burning ozone Sensimilla or methane Dealing with these matters of the heart is like a chest pain Always feel worse before it better Like the best brain Find a bully Start a fight Till its lights out When seven herbs work together like Cardio Vic mic d out Wise Up all night Work all day And be aight Leaning between woken and sleep like how? Keep it on the creep Peep it like a Wise owl Stay up all Workin all day Still be aight Sleep like, wow Keep it on the creep and Peep it like a, a Wasting more time Than pa and ma spend Paying way too much attention to a carbon palm print Stomp the cement Sometimes you got to get your arm bent Just to shoot through the storm that came before the calm went Silence Its live sound Chiving around Dodging his only cousin Like owe him five pound To get the cheese We in it for the cow Living every minute like the first hours Like infinite now Now, now, now All night Work all day Still be alright Stay leaning between woken and sleep like how? Keep it on the creep Peep it like a Wise owl Snatch it all night Between woken and sleeping like how? Keep it on the creep, kid Peep it like the owl

Yo, aint that? Hes not that cat Got that, and he never shot that gat Clever spot rats Faceplate glisten He got fat and hate for Jake the Snake Plissken Yall got the wrong tape by mistake Listen to it, hissin Crack the safe, his cakes missing Bats to break to take this to make in prison Fake dissin Bake that the wake twistin Legend stature Since the prime factor Of the blast master Gift of gab mic wrapper rapper ever Tracks with terror Like bad meaning good though Im talking some of the finest juice to ever bang in your hood, yo World notoriety Recognized by mad society We supplanting high five so fly Oh my, skies clear as day Go sit down in the sunshine Taking rappers out like lunchtime Its just one of those Bullet holes deliver killer notes Silence never spoke violence Keep quiet while you wildin tryna leave the island Nonsense is never callin 80 gs behind him Still, crime affects time on the island Nickle and diming, the hustles optional Powerful moves Copped two work shift block, side gig or two Under the table The tammy food blaze Stay paid if the name fits you ] Who went back and made yall the boss of us did it] Sorcerers Its furthering the era that most know of [Everywhere he go they go That hoes show love Thank God for the Buddha Tank armor suit up] Word kama sutra user Broad set fools up Superstar, all-pro Homegrown The craft speaks alone Mastered his closed casket Pro savages Poor travelers, hunger reach streets battled us Money the dollar the dream gaffled up Scalpel cutthroat Dope gettin that Smokes definite Gold record hits, spin it, grind forever get it Gods clever, building cheddar feelin Keep the better livin Miscellaneous thoughts Gettin millions Know that feeling Youve had enough of that 85 job talking Loonie schemes Something right off of the movie screens Burn Hollywood like arson More powers than Austin Sounds awesome Pump these sounds often Last chance to come off son For more to come in the mental auditorium Without forcing em Strung him up on the last joint but it dont stop Doin this so the world could rock Who blows stocks? [Verse 7: MF DOOM} Mommy look, he talking to hisself And walking fast On the ave hawkin ass With the walkman on blast Coby headphones wack At least hes only chrome cassette Only the best you can get off the black market Tell it Find these truer hell strategies Sell it like Chinese do to cell batteries Two dollar for change for aqua blue benjie These were brand newer He grew stingy gingerly

Nice track, let me spit about chains I lit a flame, like Im smoking crack, spit about pain Next up I gota say hat everybodys spitting the same I am rapping about different things And in a different language Got a tricky advantage Never panic, cause Ive been blessed wih a different brain I gotta claim that I dont care Middle-finger the fame Simple and plain - if the Queens a whore Then King is to blame Spit about, how I start revolutions I spit about indifference causing massive confusion I spit about being villigent with rapid solutions Go to a funeral and laugh as I blast my music Like: Rrrram, pam-pam-pam Rrrram pama-para Just like Rihanna got a man down sayonara Like: Rrrram pam-pam-pam Rrrram pa-raro Happines is a warm gun shooting cold ammo Fab like a Fab Four or Cannavaro Im kinda dope, crip-walking like Captain Sparrow Hit the motherfucking bullseye wih wrong arrow My dick skeleton hard, Im cumming bone marrow That last line, that was so shallow My minds narrow like the towers of an old pharaoh think about it, Im an odd mammal Worrying about my lungs while I smoke Camels Im like, Aloe Blacc, I need a dollar Reincarnaition of Salvador Dali, avida DollarS Fuck that, I wanna be Apollo So tell Zeus I am coming for his spot And his pretty daughters Wherever I go, the city follows The pretty models try to flee but the heels Makeem fall on their skinny bottoms Seeing the world via Biggies goggles Hate me or love me Got the Heart of the City boggled Love, love me do...

Yeah yeah, cheers Chug a few of these hot beers Mostly rep for my true thuggers whos not here Physically, spiritually or mentally, even heathens And right there was all still breathin and eatin Manna brownies, hold the walnuts, extra ganja All one or all none to quote professor Bronner Doctor of hot mamas Johnny on the spot, on dot, got honors, partner Spit it on a CD like he did it on graffiti Writ it like a Dear Jane letter gone Tahiti Make it seem easy It aint, but sho fun though With more sponsorship to rumble in the jumble With tongue-fulls of lung flow Every breath count Foe like toes feeling very left out Boy, imagine how the heel feel Seal a deal Santorini Black metallic with the alloy wheel Supercharged by the time he get the rhyme wrote Seen the future retired on an old time boat With some rice, curry and a bowl of prime goat Word, heard they stole a vote, hold up, hold my coat Soldiers for hire, fire Theyre full of more ear than you spare a good year tire The hood is where Ah, he, he gets his inspiration Like nobody’s business For your information Okay, k, chill Pop a few of these chill bleeps till I feel smeared like the rope on the wind shield M.E.D drill, spill another beer Still on them heels like moms had a free meal More will and pill and dollar bills near Still come in like the way the after feel Male straighter than nail stainless Cant blame a mom pregnant drinking Old English Famous from out speakers Leave beavers stuck to the box like cheese pizza Leave her, she aint got a job neither No-visa mom raised to Leave it to Beaver The game need change like parking meter like fat man scoop Above is the Sci-Fi Fly guy more dips than a side fry Live wire watch RA. 455 Cook ramens like cold pie FYI

They fail to practice what they preach, since you are what you eat thats why kept it in tongue in cheek And why every word they muttered just seems to udderly reak Put that in Laymans terms, you guys are ass so to speak Rolling in the deep with no paddle, the famous creek Save yo babble that shit is weak, kick up gravel,shatter yo teeth Never reveled around yo ankle,prepare now for yo defeat You rather run through Mozambique in a pointed white satin sheet, Crane kick the kitchen counter, tip that drink from cattles teat Then I straddle nearest seat to observe if youll really weap, As l Velcro, my orthopedic sneaks, that squeak, 2 left feet slowly shuffle into the street Yell there goes my ride before I slide off in Missys Jeep, BEEP beep youre welcome to come too Timothy Mosley put an APB out for Magoo swerve onto curb, we just barely missed a Jew About to get fukd, Sarah Jay walking the avenue Power steering started breaking like electric boogaloo passenger window You glide right though, no seat belt tally the shock value The scene looks like there a clean up on aisle 2 That head gash, red glass looks like clashed ragoo Steadfast they spead past they didnt know it was you, Posted with the crew thinking what da hell should we do this can happen to you if you allergic to cereal Oooh

Rodan - “Ruler Of Day And Night” Monstas. Come on In these streets Eating and breathing, believing, keeping these devils bleeding Leaving these snitches sleeping with the fish-eyed heathens Stringing ‘em up, now we’re first-stringing like Willie Beamens Odds and evens, rhyme to reasons, winter, spring Summer, fall, the Earth revolve. Freak of natures like Fifth seasons. Born with the ability to speak Leapt out the womb grown, prophecies and predictions Full moon blown. On the grade-A, New York City Skyline look like a silhouetted, giant tombstone Eternally marked final resting place of fake gold And fools’ bones. ‘Til that fateful day, we got the Next-school sewn with common threads, a golden line Of pharmaceuticals, mechanics that’s irrefutable Immoveable and immutable like the sweet science Of pugilism. At the same moment, both brutal and beautiful Unusual suspects. Color combined The divine with the subhuman, sublime communion E pluribus unum. Next time, find me Communicating with Fidel Castro. Went from smoking Newports to smoking Cubans. Whoo! Rodan on your mind He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night Up under moonlights Under the moonlights Rodan’s so divine He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night Up under moonlights Under the moonlights We perform The rites of passage with the proud biochemistry, saying Motherfuck a February. One day on the calendar? That ain’t Black History. Learnt the One to Ninety-Nine composition Like Huff and Gamble representing the best examples Of firepower, Pearl handle, DJs behind The wheels for the quick getaways. We never clear the samples Deescalate the scandals, current situation markets Radio popstar sound-alikes looking retarded Who started this fucking garbage? Was it the artist or the Greedy, faggot-ass, corporate-office oligarchist? It ain’t Fucking hard to tell. Which group’s got benefits Extending the farthest? Which group got members in the millions Still starving? Becomes the difference, so add The distinction when measuring the distance of a motley crew Of perpetrators that critiqued every sentence Water’s broken, rarely thought-provoking and barely piqued Any interest. Keep bohemians caught up In the rapture of my urban rhapsody, masturbation On track, caught feeling myself like, “Pfft… I’ma motherfucking rap so deep, but…” Rodan on your mind He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night Up under moonlights Under the moonlights Rodan’s so divine He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night Up under moonlights Under the moonlights National Geographic cats ran up on the fat rap bastard Lit his jungle asphalt, left his camp plastered Time to bag up the bad habit like a biohazard Ashes scattered, and buried the headless carcass in a Black casket, matched your rap, crappy gats Mastered just for a couple of rocks. Told you motherfuckers I ain’t playing. I knuckle up a lot, quick to bust a block You faggots really need to stop sucking cock Free advice from Pope Moreau AKA Dr. Love Who snuff a cop with the audacity to say That Theophany is a classic with only ten thousand On the first go-round, but when a mighty oak tree fall In the forest and no one is there to see, does it still Make a sound? By the very nature of the inquisition Question’s loaded with tricks like, “Which one of these Weighs more: a brick of trees or a pound of bricks?” Prioritize and execute. Speed beats strength And timing beats speed. Map the equation The right amount of swift force make for perfect time management Wise historians take heed. Global languages Written in bloody hieroglyphics for the hematologist To read Monstas. Come on. What?

Its way realer this time Lets go Little engine put his mind over matter Just a little instant to make the shine overshadow The shallow arrogance of inherently tryna ball Cause faith without work is dead Lets get it all, uh Never see me fall, uh If Im on my knees, uh Praying to the Lord, uh God help me please Let me kill everybody with kindness Hit your whole block with the passion of lions Judah to your Judas, if I said it I meant it That living word will place you in a place of repentance Im apprehensive when intention get to rising the waves So the thunder going under from the rise of the waves I arrive at a place thatll prolly pick the lock of a cage and free a beast Look right into the eyes of the rage and scream peace Peace to your homes, peace to your life, peace make you strong Got the piece on my side cause I know them boys lurkin Valley of the shadow of death, its time to put work in Peakin through the curtains Speakin to the curses, they telling me that Im blessed Reachin for the purpose to prosper when nothings left See the prophet was at his best when he didnt know where to go Trusted in Yahweh to orchestrate narrow road Lettin the Pharaoh know right now to free my people Lettin my people know right now that God see you Lets move 1, 5 to the pen Is been inside this life of sin But gain when time spin Wax around the mac, the sound is backin like the firefend The clock is spinin, Im spinin tops on tins Stops the wind Stops the hard knock, just knocked on the door to my soul Its hard not to know this planet aint my home Never fit the statistic, Im known to the unknown Met a youngin at my show, he a Christian with ambition He said he spit that for the Lord, for that reason they wont listen He asked me, Why? I told him listen to Ready to Die by Biggie These streets is real life so speak up and make sure you hear me Cause we walked the same streets, and pissed in the same sheets And wrote to the same beats, and spit to the same freaks Only difference is you pulled off the rubber quicker And traded the weed and liquor for a fish-shaped bumper sticker Gotta speak em something real or something that I can feel My Papa Boni cant tell me how when how not to live Feel like the guidance in my life is violence and mega trifle Thats why I gotta keep a Glock 9 right next to the Bible, with survival Im really after, in the long run Tryna run away from my past but its a long run Im the wrong one Now step inside the body of a shawty on his third strike Discredit for aiming leaded pellets at your head Like Seregentis red stripes Blue stars, cool cars Who are we to say the youngin wasnt lukewarm Torn between the two, wrong and right Broken rights, no lights Only shine he seen was open mic night So we hope he might right Someone turn his strife life from a knife fight to a eyesight of a king Advance, no more tap dancing to a polyon theme Ambience scheme to thieve destiny from the new regime But they wont prevail, cause they live in hell And we conquerin heaven The sky is openin to pearly sevens of heaven Im telling you I had dream wide awake Like how long will it take? Was it a vision from the one who said my futures very great? Sitting in a room, looking at these souls getting take, I mean took I think the Bible was the first time I read a book Because my choice in music had em label me a crook And everytime I sat in class I never understood Maybe being 20 credits down was just a whoops Another mistake that I had to make to persevere But I feared, my mind is success Never knew that my dreams would become my career Seen the lies that the media made Had to guard my heart, at 15 I almost got played From a major label selling fables over the table Made a choice to disconnect my cable I wasnt able to see pictures of a dying youth I put my self in a position where I was dying too But now Im breaking rules Imma get my faith through the music that I make I aint taking nothing more, I aint giving nothing less But I aint bout to make the Lord the reason Im getting paid But I know Im having , the reason Im getting blessed Felt the stress in the words of a wise man Telling me to keep my goals in only Gods hands Now Im tryna get these shows, tryna make brands At the same time Im tryna lose this pride man Welcome into my land Hipsavvy Down the line Im feeling like, you know Uh, you know it really puts, uh It puts a sense of longevity to the record as well To where, you know You never know, wha-whats, wha, you know What the dudes gon say So you wanna hear it again

Yeah Check Yo Yeah Listen to you talk I dont believe any of your words It seems so hard to figure out if its pride that sore Well I am pretty sure it is dog Pretty sure it wont go away Stay here forever Or until you feel better Could you tell me what I am running from Could you tell me what I am running towards Could you tell me why whenever im a front theres a locked door Dirty clothes on my floor I Woke up its another day Gray skies out my window It was open and I shut it Its so cold in here Like my feet are in ice rusty bucket No moisture in the air My throats dry like Sahara What did i do last night Tried to fuck a broad named Sarah Hair all in my mouth She wouldnt go down-are you happy? Yes I am Are you happy? Yes I am Are you happy? Oooh ooo Are you happy?

As the Metal-Faced villain got older, he realised his dependence on alcohol was his biggest weakness By good fortune he came across a gentleman who claimed to have the key to unlocking the lost heart of sobriety Taking him up on his offer, the villain joined him, but the concoction he created formed the two into one of the most dangerous villains that ever walked the earth Villain for hire Price is right I might peel White or maybe striped eel Cash money, high bills Wonder how my mom feel To see her son inside steel Don’t worry dummy one mistake I got bail, cop killed Maybe we are not real Villain or a God shell One night inside jail, and learn about mob skills And teach every criminal, never be the joke at another man’s burial and leave him there critical Leaving behind a trail of destruction for years, we think we have finally found some solid evidence to lead us to understand the motives of such a dastardly villain Some of it is understandable, but some of it is just outright crazy Brace yourself; its name is SOBERDOOM

Touching the very part of me, its making my soul sing Tearing the very heart of me, Im crying out for more What a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust And leave you with just enough stress to cuss Ooh trouble, twos a couple, threes treacherous And got you open like the high seas Hoping like these for the squeeze on live Gs Jive turkeys, they lucky if they survive the depths of hell, its murky Jerky, come on work with me See how she twerk in the skirt with tits perky A flirt with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance And let em rot, Im like, not a chance, hot pants! Run feet, and keep from off front street That sizzle like the blunt heat, with business thats for under sheets Creep on secret missions, peep it Or else be in some deep shit, with more fishes to sleep with

The villain took on many forms.. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone After you whos last, its DOOM, hes the worst known Thatll have your boom blown or even thirst bone Rock it to a worse clone, just dont curse the throne Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o Pan it, cant understand it, ban it The underhanded ran it, planned it and left him stranded The best, any who profess will be remanded Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted I dont think we can handle a style so rancid They flipped it like Madlib, did the old jazz standard Dont mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly Off of two or three heinies, and boy was they fine gee One black, one Spanish, one chinee It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree Dont sign me Im about to get a mil without em Crowd him off the shelf, hes the villain, and what about him So and hes a jerk and you dont know him Mad how he expand work but wont show em Poor guys, what a sight for old sore four eyes Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries All rise, so far odd as a RuPaul So raw break it down and make quadruple Its crucial, you could see it in his pupil And this time when he get it hell waste it on somethin useful Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey Damn he could really use a room or a whole key Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads What a call, what a real butterball Either I get a strike, or strike out, gutter ball Rock it like yeah for the four With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl Yeah yall you could say its an earful Beware, do not touch mic, be careful And just like he said, I coulda told ya MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder Its aint funny nigga Money Folder The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion Such was the magnitude of the typical villain This is no answer! Very well then.... a duel to the death

Mary, you make me wanna eat you Everytime I see you, its like the first time I meet you Frangrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through Like my genie in a bottle Miss could get me rich like a magaziney model Before you know it, he have her on a stroll Fresh and ripe, perplexin like Acapulco Gold If I had to guess, just right, not a day old Like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer-load Know the right number, you can get her And hit while you wouldve sold to the highest bidder like Fruits and berries, bring daddy loot in a hurry Just be cute and dont worry Type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it Then she started losing weight, lettin everybody hit it I like Ally, sometimes she gets bitter Always kept me happy, never had a problem with her She used to let me use her, back when I was looser Respect her to this day, and never did abuse her I told her Ill be faithful, but she dont believe me I probably coulda been, if I never meet Eevee She make me feel all fuzzy inside, its loco You wont get nowheres near her if youre broke though Kept a shorty, cant find em much thinnner If caught I get mad time just for touchin her Knock wood, so much for hymens So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds Little young thing, she likes to do the tounge thing At times, she would play hard to get, grunting Or something, she made me feel like the number one king Run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling Met her at Central Park this one time Had the God mentally sparked, reflectin sunshine She said, you need to stop messin wit that white girl She fuckin wit ya head and got ya heart in tight curl We messed around once or twice, but she dont know me She helped me get money at the dutch price OT Plus she from Columbia, so she really Spanish Cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish And Miss Hazy, all the women mature black Everytime she sees me, I end up gettin pulled back All she want me to do is blaze it crazy The only one complaint is, she make me too lazy Sugar-mommy laced me with the butter navy Avi Just her way to makeup for the headaches that she gave me Its all gravy, when Im done getting my mack on Ally is always there to help me get back on

Welcome to the grand… Step up Step up Step up Payback, revenge Im mad! That sucker aint , mad, man Mad Aint nobody that hip and fly Picture him calling the main character Im mad Got to get back And when the cat stepped on his toes Goddamn Payback And all of a sudden Payback You know the man just went, b-b-bullshit, too late now! Payback Hey, goddamn madman Cold in the streets Ha ha ha ha ha ha Im mad Got to get back Yeah! Ha ha ha ha ha ha Chilling with Madlib on the Madlib Invazion, in case...

Why you doing dabs Or taken drag That reminds me As a child i was a brat I had a tattoo on my ass They like the laugh I could jump its ok leave me in the back I wanna stop feeling so numb Penicillin feel good Filled up the dood now Im the new villain Sealed in a hit Im a heathen Civilized looking all from the outside My fat lips kissing her neck slow She love that shit and she told me so She keep me tied up with a lasso At times she make me feel bad like an asshole Or the devil on her shoulder Blades trying to kill her halo I remember when I was there she couldnt say no Wanting to do me how could I say no Gave her my heart but she wanted my soul Cant believe how many conversations I kept up with her Over coffee and cigarettes, a beer and cigarettes Fuck Now all I want is a cigarette just to remind me of her instance Bitch dont kill my vibe When im barely alive I feel like dying inside Sky is falling and you keep calling I cant deal with this shit right now Jimmy isnt best on his back He finds it hard when he cant relax He keeps running for head back Yes, jimmy isnt the best on his back Jenny isnt best on her back She keeps heading for going back She finds it hard when she cant relax Jenny isnt best on her back Would you like that x 15 Would you like thaaaaaaat Give me the mic cause its all to the next But nothing in this life is guaranteed like sex And I would like to fuck you now I never would shun you or dug you Like so many others would Im packing up everything I own I dont own anything Ill leave it all behind me You should hear the news outside manoose? Doing what I choose thats what I was born to do And hindsight, high life feel like a low life Got nothing to lose I got to improve Gotta make due didnt pay my dues I didnt even pay my debts Find me on the back of your milk Carton cause Im a missing child Thats why I live a mild climate I wont stop till I climax but I keep holding it back Im a low life professor never could I confess A readers digest My reasons: Well I had to do what I do So what they put me in a box of robots And botox clorox hydroxy cotton tube socks I go off I give off a lot of semen I be the scene Awkward, Last word, Hers was a son of a shotgun Sirens arrive, keep quiet, fuck that

Aint no locks on me but Im still a rasta Leave your bitch loose like some pasta Im a monster Fuck with me, look what its gon cost ya Bitch, boutta go super saiyan Aint no playin Start the prayin, stop the sprayin Cause what you gon do with the heater when I come at you? Lookin like Vegeta, nigga you gon need a whole army And some on me Nah, hardly gon harm me cause Im godly Rippin out your arteries, like you took a part of me Chances you gon live is like the lottery So when Im meditating please dont bother me Or imma start the slaughtery Ha, Im just joking, heres some guidance Breathe in silence, leave the violence nigga Cause any pussy can pull the trigger It takes a real dude to become something bigger My words connected together like God made Birds with the bones and the feathers And the beats ill shit When I speak, not even at my peak And I dont really give a fuck if your eyebrows on fleek yo Your inner soul game weak hoe Searching for a goddess that bounces light within my darkness But for now imma spark this Ha, one thing about them tables that they always turn So wait your turn and you gon learn While this dank procceeds to burn Have you heard of this? Im murderous Spitting golden flows, paranoia got me on my toes As I try to decipher these motherfucking third eye codes Devastation on my head Granted I could be six feet underneath, death On my last breath, trying to inhale all this dread While others out there trying to butter up the bread But thats enough said, plenty of blood shed Understand whats read, society is dead But thats a messed up game, full of torture and pain Most peoples goal is trying to remain sane But these people acting different, ended up all the same Day after day but I still remain Slave after slave, now we all in a grave Now weve all misbehaved And now weve all felt shamed Were all concave, but dont cave in a shell Repetition competition, this the definition of sedition Now we all listen Now we all wishin there was food in the kitchen

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

Lyrics, dont blow it, bein’ heroic And dont make me tell you again, stay stoic Nowhere near the radar, way below it Barely ever what they say they are and they know it Let em be what they wanna be, pros see methodically Properly, some you gotta test periodically, ironically As far as humans, loyalty is an oddity As far as bein’ snakes though, itd probably be two outta three Make sure the inner heat match the outer heat Mask on, get that bread, undoubtedly Seen a presidential suite on a balcony Watch how he make it all happen through alchemy Thats unimportant, levels get deeper True essence lives behind the mind of the seeker Curiositys great, but effort makes you weaker Relax, just be whats comin out the freakin speaker Eureka When the tries All out of love

Smack it up, flip it, pulled out, bout to fell Sunday in the ATL and Im all outta ale Like a bat out of hell, tripped on a cat tail Mutt drinkin out a pail, who let the rat out the cell? Got all the ingredients and recipe, might as well Since last week, the bootlegger been in jail If all else fail, inhale the L Makin sure they cant see your sale via snail mail Mind like a sewer, servin rhyme on a skewer DOOMll step to a fine dime like he knew her My black sister! She said, Step back! before he kissed her She did the dipper and the smack just missed her There go a list of politics like Henry Kissinger 99% of raps just a friendly listener Im like, These dudes must have some screws loose to hate yall Or a couple of ounces short of deuce-deuce or 8 Ball Yall know its time for the end when the day come Buy a album, get rudely insulted over fake drums Same CDs you get for free, you break em Wa-alaikum, make em eat they food like Steak-umm Why she wanna ask me if I could pass the paprika? One hand on the mic, the other on the beaker Every week or so, peeked out the lab though, eureka! A technique to keep somethin uniquer in ya speaker For yo information, I didnt do the beat, yall It aint my fault if she didnt move her feet at all Skeeter, robbed Peter to pay Paul So he could trick it on Mary so she can play ball She better have my scrilla Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya? All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E Drink it all fast and make you haul ass slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly? Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me Whoever dont feel him, feel balls like a goalie One for the money, two for the better green 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine Told the knock-kneed ghetto queen, Get the head fiend Tell him its for Medellin and use oxyacetylene Who needs airplay? Its all just hearsay Leave a wig like it was having a bad hair day Miracle glide master, asked him whats his secret He said Shasta and turned to formaldehyde faster When Im home with my lady, I try to duke her daily One night, she tried to flail me with her ukulele Pack your heat, the Villain on the cover of Black Beat With a bunch of crackers and some snack meat They better have my scrilla Cut it out with all that funny hand jive, will ya? All this trouble for a tall glass of Olde E Drink it all fast and make you haul ass slowly Remind me to remember what you told me Holy moly, did you get a load of her roly-poly? Yo, G, remind me to remember what you told me

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tec-9 holder Theyve bit, and dont know they neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitter aint fishscale Lemme think, dont let her faint, get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back its not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack, clack, blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart topper Start shit stopper, be a smart shopper Shot a cop day around the way bout to stay But whod a know theres two mo that wonder where the shooter go Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead em Let him spit the venom said him got a lot of shit with him Let the rhythm hit em, he still can hear his brother voice We makes the joints that make em spread em butter-moist Man, please, the stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies Ban me, the dough rake Daddy, the flow make her fatty shake Patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Bakers man Hed take her for her masters, hit it once an shake her hand On some ol thank ya maam an ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks, hot enough black Its too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot you? Ooh, got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, boast yo skills Close but no krills, toast for po nils, post no bills Coast to coast, Joe Schmoes flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose NoDoz pills Off sides like Worf ride with Starfleet Off pride tykes now talk wide through scar meat Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he gets older he gets colder than a witchs tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro