Madvillain [랩]

(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

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

[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

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

(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

(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

Cut:
(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!

(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*}

(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

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

(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

(feat. Madvillain)

[MF Doom]
Physically, mentally, spiritually not nowadays
Madvillain get more spins than the power plays

These hens served them a tower of praise
Wet more Timb's than agua from shower sprays

First dropper to the last
The same way the super got hits for that ass

Put so much heat out on the street
He lock his self up and put the beat on repeat

Stamp here go a kite to the world
It's more nasty than what you write your so called girl

Tramp a spade is a spade
Spit blades like V playing with grenades

He say these black negro's is crazy
Hey these wack trees don't even phase me

Part of a new way
Chrome face 24/7 stay screw face
Play home base

You'll never come closer to where they want to be

Soldiers in the out field
With or with out a deal
Is it all about the steal

You'll never come closer to where they want to be

Ask yourself the same question
Don't mention it to him or any of his henchmen

This flows style in exceptionally
It grows wild and splits exponentially

[Quasimoto]
MF DOOM, QUAS high like sky scrappers
Quasimoto gettin more ass than toilet paper

Who

Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack
Know smarts
Lightweight
Ya bald head like Cojack

[Madlib]
Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat
Tryin to grab the door mat
Close to the combat

[Quasimoto]
Like willie the Shake
Holdin a black cross
Ya hat toss

[Madlib]
Ya'll niggaz on some skinny dip

[Quasimoto]
Looking at his henny sip
Look at little pretty chicks
Sucka's tryin to penny flip
Niggaz looping any shit

[Quasimoto]
Yo, yo
What's the password, curse word, last word
Huh
It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird

You'll never come closer to where they want to be

Quasimoto down with Madvillian
All up on our shit while ya'll nigga's all be killin

You'll never come closer to where they want to be

[Quasimoto]
Always on the up and up
Chocolate heat for beat
Ya sucka's always fuckin up

Who

Never fake
No Flake
Upon flake
Cake
Break chedda better than ya top ten ahead of ya

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

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

(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*}

(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

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