- MF DOOM Doomsday 歌詞
- MF DOOM
- Mic check
Come through, dig the sound
Crowd around
I used to cop a lot but never copped no drop
Hold micas like pony tails, tight, in
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Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap
Its a intricate plot of a B-boy strap
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Cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press
Let the rest know who did that
Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um, what MF, you silly?
Id like to take mens to the end for two milli
'Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo' Thats a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own back, came in and go out alone
Black stay in the zone, turn H2O to Cognac on Doomsday
Ever since the womb â€~til Im back where my brother went
Thats what my tomb will say
Right above my government, Doom will lay
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, whos to say?
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you dont believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell number 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if there aint no escape, blame MF tape
Definition 'Super-villain' a killer who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifler
Im trading science fiction with my man the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin â€~bout my case, need toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get
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And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
Real mens mind their own business
Thats the difference between sissy-pissy rappers
Thats double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.s make rounds, never have â€~ ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox Brown on Doomsday
Ever since the womb â€~til Im back where my brother went
Thats what my tomb will say
Right above my government, Doom will lay
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, whos to say?
Doomsday
Every since the womb â€~til Im back to the essence
Read it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave, whos to say?
Pass the mic like, 'Pass the peas like they used to say'
Some M-er F-ers dont like how Sally walk
Ill tell yall fools its hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames, metal fang
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Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutans
Only gin and Tang, guzzled out a rusty tin can
Me and this mic is like yin and yang
Clang, crime dont pay , listen, youth
Its like me holding up the line at the kissing booth
I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife
Strong enough to please a wife
Able to drop todays math in the 48 keys of life
Cut the crap far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the devil? Hes on another level
Its a word, no, a name, MF, the super-villain
Doomsday
Dig the sound
Crowd around
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