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Livin' off borrowed time, the
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster I-C-E cold, nice to be old Y2G steed twice to threefold He sold scrolls, lo and behold Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told Keep your glory, gold and glitter For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!' It's like they know what's 'bout to happen Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain' Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it And can they testify from inner spirit In living, the true gods Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords' And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords Or even one with two blades on it Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it It's like the end to the means Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends That's why he brings his own needles And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos Slip like Freudian Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion When he at the mic you don't go next Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex Exercise index won't need Bowflex And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex |
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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, y'all 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, don't 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 Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast He's 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 ellesse's Jesus |
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Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the debut grand opening
Of Madvillain Bistro Bed and Breakfast Bar and Grill, Cafe Lounge underwater Where we offer you the finest in the finer things Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week Three hundred and sixty five days a year Live on the beats, we have the one and only Madlib We also have King Ghidra on the mix Yesterday's New Quintet's here, Viktor Vaughn, Quasimoto And I'm your host, 'The Supervillain' Just lay back and have a good time Enjoy the music, you know what I'm sayin' I'd like to dedicate this next joint to my mans, you know Big Hookie and Baba from the laundrymat |
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| 5. |
| 2:31 |
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(MF Doom)
Two two one-two... How Doom hold heat, and preach non-violence? Shhh, he 'bout to start the speech, c'mon, silence On one scary night, I saw the light Heard a voice that sound like Barry White said "Sure you're right" Don't let me find out who tried to bite They better off goin to fly a kite in a firefight during tornado time with no coat then I caught ya Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author With no headshot, he said it's been a while Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child up in to smile And that's no exaggeration The doctor told a patient "It's all in your imagination negro" Ahh, what do he know? About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego Trippin, to date the Metal Fellow been rippin flows since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing This is too exciting Folks leave out the show feelin truly enlightened They say "The Villain been spittin enough lightning to rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton," aight then (M.E.D.) Yeah, check, it's enough Uhh, yeah, now How Med hold heat like Clint East is reborn? Lethal with more holes than a dartboard Haters watch him, Hennessy double shot drink like the answer to the problem's at the bottle's bottom Uhh, from the {?} that homey pay how you owe me My niggaz take no like Kobe Even with the the arms of the Hawk, you couldn't hold me from gettin mines, stogies be rolled, smokin and gettin by Thanks to rap I ain't got a dime Got me sneakin out of checkout lines with bottles by the waistside Yeah, smack 'em in the face, let 'em taste pride Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines Do or die ride, how the dead return Street turns, keep me in this dirt, like an earthworm What he spit hits and grows, will brothers ever learn Worth a word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned |
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| 6. |
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(Intro)
Come out to show them... Like, open the bruise up and let some of the bruise blood come out to show them[1] Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them {*storm howls*} come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... {*echoes*} {*guitar sound, coughing fit*} Music (bad weed) Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up man) Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex And grass will change your musical habits, for the better {*scratched: "America's most blunted!"*} {"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"} {"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"} Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees? {"America's most blunted!"} (MF Doom) Quas, when he really hit scar mode Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part The list top gold, bust before beef start At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it {"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo Doom nominated for the best rolled L's And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated Some say buddha'd, some say faded Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true) Sometimes you might need to detox It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox Off spite to your surprise Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it {"America's most blunted!"} (Chorus) {"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"} {"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"} {*"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"*} Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright) {"America's most blunted!"} (Lord Quas) Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven Shady.. you can even ask my reverand Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds Quasimoto crew, we get keyed The most blunted on the map The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat Hoodrat.. when you try to react {*belch*} Even your pops got smacked Even your moms got cracked Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no) I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"} (Outro) {"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"} {"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"} {"America's most blunted!"} Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're more creative stoned, than straight. So remember! M-A-R-I-J-U... {*xylophone*} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {*xylophone*} Mari-ah.. {*xylo*} ..juana {*xylo*} Mari-whana {*xylo*} {*laughter*} |
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You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga)
Til you, be fresh out of clout (fresh water trout) Rumors (out of water) that he got a mouth on the street (somebody tell him yo) You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga) Who knows, who is watchin in (streets is watchin you) Hope, they don't know (they don't know nothin) As much, as he thinks, that they know That what, he drinks, is Drain-o Rat butt, she winks, rainbow-oww-owwws {*woman screams, Doom harmonizes*} Loser, was twice in the fed (comin home son) User, whose nice in the head (where that shit at bitch) Choose to, entice him with bread (get paid son) Harem, they said he was ex-pen-dable - dead broke Air him, there's no witnesses (tell 'em the B.I.) Dare him, they said he was ex-pen-dable (dead 'em dunn) Air him, there's no witnesses (tell 'em the B.I.) You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga) Who knows, who is watchin in (nosey yo) Hope, they don't know (they don't know nothin) As much, as he thinks, that they know That what, he drinks, is Drain-o Rat butt, she winks, rainbow-oww-owwws {*woman screams, Doom harmonizes*} (Outro) This Villain was a ruthless mass conquerer with aspirations to dominate the universe |
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Villain get the money like curls
They just trying to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world Land of milk and honey with the swirls Where reckless naked girls get necklaces and pearls Compliments of the town jeweler Left back now-schooler trying to sound cooler On the microphone known as the crown ruler Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah Five-hundred something dollars laying right there in the street Huh, now let's try and get something to eat Then he turned four and started flowing to the poor That's about when he first started going raw Kept the 'dro in the drawer A rhyming klepto who couldn't go up in the store no more His life is like a folklore legend Why you so stiff? you need to smoke more brethren Insted of trying to riff with the broke war veteran Spliff made him swore he saw heaven he was seven Yup, you know it, growing up too fast Showing up to class with Moet in a flask He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass His girl is home alone he trying to get the If you want to sip get a paper water fountain glass How I'm 'posed to know where your mouth been last Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash Boom-bash leave the room with the stash Assume it's in a smash, Doom get the cash |
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(Cut)
The villain took on many forms.. (MF DOOM) Let he who is without sin cast the first stone After you who's last, it's DOOM, he's the worst known That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone Rock it to a worse clone, just don't 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, can't 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 don't think we can handle a style so rancid They flipped it like Madlib, did the old jazz standard (Jazz break) Don't 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 Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em Crowd him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him So and he's a jerk and you don't know him Mad how he expand work but won't 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 It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil And this time when he get it he'll 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 y'all you could say its an earful Beware, do not touch mic, be careful And just like he said, I coulda told ya MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder It's ain't funny nigga Money Folder (Beat break) (Outro/Record cuts) 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 |
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(Lord Quasimoto)
Today is the shadow of tomorrow Today is the present future of yesterday Yesterday is the shadow of today The darkness of the past is yesterday And the light of the past is yesterday The days of yesterday are all numbered in sum In the world once Because once upon a time there was a yesterday Yesterday belongs to the dead Because the dead belongs to the past The past is yesterday Today is the preview of tomorrow but for me Only for my better and happier point of view My point of view is the thought of a better or try Reality is today of eternity The eternity of yesterday is dead Yesterday is as one The eternity of one is the eternity of the past The past is once upon a time Once upon a time is past The past is yesterday today The past is yesterday today While we're searchin for tomorrow (Madlib) The light of the past is the light which was The wisdom of the past is the light of the past The light of the future is the light which is to be The wisdom of the future is the light of the future see Yesterday belongs to the dead Tomorrow belongs to the living The past is certified as a finished product Anything which has ended is finished That which is perfect is finished The perfect man is no exception to the rule The perfect man of the past is made according to the rule of the past The rule of the past is a law of injustice and hypocrisy The revelation of the meaning of the law is revealed through the law itself The wisdom of the past is the light of the past The light which is to be the wisdom of the future The light of the future casts the shadows of tomorrow Sun Ra Sun Ra Lord Quas Madlib |
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Now you caught me off guard
Once you breath out Then she made me cough hard Contact the god and let him know to slip 2 in Fine. How are you doing Can I get you a drink This one's a shoe in Awkward situation that I'm on a mission to ruin Her big butt and smile was like camo Hit up the men's room, we need more ammo Watch your 3 o'clock, a new recruit That's her gin and Juicy Juice Use a stick of Juicy Fruit She just knew she was cute It's in her own best interest It's less stress Hit her with the do you need a mint test It don't matter if she's slim or dressed to impress I won't rest Fella's don't fess Some of 'em just need to eat the whole thing of Crest It's been a long day It's just how the song say I hope she don't take this the wrong way You need a mint test |
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| 2:26 |
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(MF Doom)
The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tech N9ne holder Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fish scale Lemme think; don't let her faint get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other 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 Hand me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once and shake her hand On some ol' "thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks (is it?) Hot enuff black (for ya) It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, boast show skills Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose, NoDoz pills Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro O's beats and my rhymes attack A scary act All black like Miss Mary Mack Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano DOOM sings soprano like uno dos y'ano My momma told me Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E Not to be troublesome But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum No stick of bubble gum I like ice cream We could skip the wedding Have a nice dream She only let him stick the head in |
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(Madvillain...)
(Wildchild) Jump on the track with a harcore hustle With a busload a niggaz this time we bought 'cha muscle Wildchild's the one to uplift most and it's confirmed So tonight let's bang this Madvillain music 'till it's adjourned Loot rushes in head first with the full force of a ram so the source of the verse go hearses? the course of a jam Went to hell and back, saw devil sellin' crack in fact had to come back with brother with the mask by yellin' "black.. power to the people", who support raw music Blessed from the start to keep upliftin' progressive art To come out and uplift words take verbalistic leaps to the next purge(?) compact dope poetical excerpts Who's the expert (Wild)? With the physical frame who's mental was tamed to get over in this musical game When the Madvillain breaks your dome you'll see your interval depth was written for those that slept We take 100% unpredictable steps (Say what?) Who's the one that rocked up a party with the vigilance urge when smokin' the ism the division is blurred, but vengence is heard(?) And just when ya got, caught up in the cynical thought intervals in the shape of a mic get put straight through your heart like.. {*scream, sound of someone bleeding probably through their neck, and a heart beating while a man moans orgasmically*} |
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(They stay... Strange ways) (MF Doom) Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick He see it as just another felony drug arrest Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test Slug through the vest... Shot in the street For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters? Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan My friend, they call 'em strangers Everybody talk to him end up in some danger (They stay... Strange ways) Can't reform 'em They pray four times a day, they pray five Whose ways is strange when it's time to survive Some will go of they own free will to die Others take them with you when they blow sky high What's the difference? All you get is lost children While the bosses sit up behind the desks it costs billions To blast humans in half, into caps and arms Only one side is allowed to have bombs It's like making a soldier drop his weapon Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin' Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion (They stay) Same game (Strange ways) Ya can't reform 'em (Outro/Cut) ..that Mary was goin' around with an old flame That burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line! But the guy really spent his money like water I think he was connected, so I left Outside it was raining cats and dogs I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black But I carried on! |
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(MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn)
I knew you was effin' around Playing all innocent hoing since the foundation Don't make have to pound his tin crown face in And risk being jammed up like traffic inbound from space in There's been a place for you in my heart since we first met A teenage love that didn't feel no hurt yet My boys warned me you was poison like BBD first cassette And still I put my chips on the worst bet Gave up the skirt, now I gotta hear it from the street How dare you drag my name in the dirt and cheat You coulda broke it off, ended it, dipped And if you spoke soft you coulda still preserved the friendship Now you apologize that's what they all say You wasn't sorry when you sucked him off in the hallway But have it your way, raw no foreplay That's you if you want a dude who wear a mask all day And just to think I used to be proud of you And you had some real good power Probably kissed me later that evening I should be hurling Matta fact, gimme back my bracelet and my sterling I rather waste it or give it to ya girlfriend She did let me stab it last week while you was working Remember our vacation out to Maryland? I dooked the maid Carolyn She made me throw the towel in Like all foul men the time I hit ya moms off I told her knock it off But she had to set the rocket off Ain't enough room in this fckin' town When you see tin head Tell 'em be duckin' down I'm not rompin' around He better be ready and prepared To be stomped in the ground |
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(Stacy Epps)
Give me a little bit, a little bit Just a little bit, or a lot (repeat 2X) Pieces of the dream that I pick up in my mind is not blind, of our love Everyday when I look into your brown eyes I get high, on our love (Stacy Epps) I, I get high, look in your, brown eyes I get high-iiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiigh Higher, higher, hi-igher, -igher -igher, -i-igher, higher, you make me higher I fly (I fly) I fly (I fly) I fly (I fly) up high I fly - take me there, I fly - take me there I fly |
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So nasty that it's probably
somewhat of a travesty Having me daily told the people You can call me Your Majesty Keep your battery charged You know it won't stick, yo And it's not his fault you kick slow Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go And you know I know that's a bunch of snow The beat is so butter Peep the slow cutter As he utters the calm flow Yo mutha Don't talk about my moms, yo Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow And vice versa Whip up a slice of nice verse pie Hit it on the first try Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses And he won't stop 'till he got the masses An' show 'em what they know now through flows of hot molasses Do it like a robot to headspin to boogaloo Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo It's ugly, like look at you! It's a damn shame Just remember All Caps when you spell the man name And you know it like a poet, like baby doll I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball All bets off The Villain got the dice rigged And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig Allegedly, the investigation is still ongoing In this pesky inition he gots the best con flowin The pot doubles, now they really got troubles Madman never go pop, like snot bubbles |
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| 2:17 |
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[Intro: MF Doom singing]
It never really mattered too much me That I was just too damn old to m.c All that really mattered is if your rhymes was ill Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby [MF Doom] Looks like it's 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, it's 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 I'm pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's 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 matrix's mad glitches Spit 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 don't 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 Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought it's too thick His assistant said: "Doom, you sick" he said: "True blue acoustics" Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning With micropower he's sound and right reasoning Easy as Pi, three point one four One more one false move and they're done for |
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| 4:00 |
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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 O's 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 that's 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 he's overly chauvanistic Let go his dick if that's 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 can't find me You're blind in the wine zone Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9 he's a rhinestonecowboy Goony goo ooh 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 like It speaks well of the hyper bass Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace Couldn't 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 We're hip hop sharecroppers Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers He's 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 crew'll go apeshit he smells 'em like a hunch The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch Curses He's 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 He's the rhinestone cowboy |
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