Operation: Doomsday
Doomsday
Mic check...
Come through, dig the sound!
Crowd around!
I used to cop a lot
But never copped no drop
Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bobbalops
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
It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strap
Vemstack 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 milly
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's 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 ‘til I'm back where my brother went
That's when my tomb will say
Right above my government, Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?
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 See-Cipher-Punk, leave em left scraped
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape
Definition "Supervillain": a killer who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as buildin
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, askin' ‘bout my case, need toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they 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 have ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox Brown
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went
That's when my tomb will say
Right above my government, Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?
Doomsday
Every since the womb ‘til I'm back to the essence
Read it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"
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 her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples 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
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 today's 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 stealin
What the devil? He's on another level
It's a word! No, a name! MF - The Supervillain!
Doomsday!
Dig the sound
Crowd around
Rhymes Like Dimes
Eh yo, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here
In this right hand was your man's worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close range
The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Joker rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember, like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like Spades game
Came back from five year layin' and stayed the same
Sayin' - electromagnetic feeling blocks all logical spock
And G- shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power-Use was pure Brita water, filtered juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe wit' 'im
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write wit' 'im
Never seen the shit again, but he's still my dunny
Only thing that come between us, is krill and money
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Better rhymes make for better songs, and that is not
If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along
Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks
Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe
To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or Dro
This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo
With Billy Blanks
"Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks."
To the gone and lost forever like "O My Darling Clementine"
He hold his heart when he tellin' rhyme
When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven
He nasty like the old time Old Number Seven
You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola
Make you wish they coulda erased it out the Motorola
I told her "no credit fall back
If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak"
Only in America could you find a way, to earn a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash, but tell about the broke times
Joker rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of them sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! High Joker like Spades game
Came back from five years layin' - stayed the same
Sayin' - electromagnetic field will block all logic, Spock
And G-shock her biological clock
When I hit her, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power-Use was pure Brita water, filtered juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe wit' em
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write wit' em
Never seen the shit again, but he still my dunny
Only thing that come between us, is krill and money
We sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times
The Finest
As the life cycle goes on, goes on, and you learn to hold on
hold on, to things like the mic, the mic, and you learn to appreciate
who is the nicest, on sudden device, but who is?
[The Finest]
time at shashuma, too much drama, pile behind the rumour
time and time and time, my mind, I'm tryin ta find a tumour
time at shashuma, no time for humour
as soon as one of ya mens dead and then stead ya tryin ta find pumas
sooner the better, even ya knitted a sweater already
keep ya leather, we comin through ta boo the weather
you ready ta do whatever, yo Doom you wit it?
you know it like a poet my brother
hey Gunn ya wit it? Whatever...
[The Finest]
I know about goin paid to broke, to next day well off
to bust a shell off, to dickriders, get the hell off
made a call to a client, he must a had his cell off
a show off, he has the same bite, but fell off
I tell off the back, from science to pure facts
which niggas is wack, to they last two tracks
matter fact, ya'll could wait for the rep to tell
the tall tale how he escape, from out the depths of hell
when die, he gon' die like a soldier die runnin a swollen eye
drinkin olde gold, smokin a stog, watchin po po patrol the beach
blowin my high, rollin bye, when Gunn die
he gon' try ta preach the streets ta go to the sky
Yup! that hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
this one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
I need a cut, a taper up, edge up
niggas can't measure up, I'm here to get the treasure up
stands up and hold em high, do or die
he got heat, no suprize, stop the beat, close your eyes
got the weed rollin, lied, not, sweet, so no demise
oh the guys ruff, cease him, multiply, within the prophecies, hold the lie
He bled my mother and my father, they can't bleed me
OD, ghetto misery, bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me
a OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed
[Gambi won't bleed!]
Me, sci-fly, whole style stuck up
used to talk to myself, I told em "shut the fuck up!"
buckle up, cuz it's about ta be ruff
he said "keep talkin that shit and you bout ta be snuff"
then we squashed it, I let em know: watch it
we only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit
gots ta feel great, just ta increase the chance
for a pussy nigga face ta hit the dance floor
I pull ya top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
now it's all good business, and so this bitch is locked up
on the dance floor, you got knocked out, ya bitch got knocked up
baby face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete jam
I just shook your hand, and can't stand you already
can't stand you, understand you deadly
but my hand was like a band, my man its brand new and heavy
Yo Doom, you ready? Yeah! Yo Gunn, you wit it? Whatever...
come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born day
remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!"
Yikes!, who can fuck with the likes?
of one such who score, touchdown, so spike mikes
Metal Grill, wit many styles, better still feel
like number twentysix on on a roulette wheel
and deal, and run rings around rhymers
and run rings like number runners, whose old timers
shorty in the all black, she think she all that
I called her, she said "don't call back"
she called me, now what you call that?
lets go back, I sold crack
hold gats, smoke that, drink that, to' back
fuck! where that hoe at? where that dough at?
sufferin succotash's
who coulda broke into his last buck of cash
he love her, motherfuck her ass
Metal Feet dented your car fender
my agenda, up in the face of the party
tippin the bartender, is unbeknownst to you
who could get body blown, MF
like Mike/Frank Corleone, and got it sewn maricon
like ta know what you starin at?
a invisable cat, who pull off a disappearin act
raised by a pack a wild wizards, like sweet back
Front? I'mma be back!...Like brothers in the street act
surrounded by a bunch a bad bitches, like sweet back
fuck wit me: I'll be back, like niggas in the streets act
streets act...[a black misery]
[The Finest]
Go With The Flow
Yo, I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick
Microphone check 2,2,1,2,1,2
[Verse 1]
Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Who ask me what we don't got that you got son
For one, flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chop these drums off
Truly yours, G Rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical loss, black
I'm not the cool sleet stack
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poison to few, niggas who be bitin styles I'm like pork to
Oooh...what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
So I ask why the style's from the cess
Shit be fuckin with my eye as I pull it to the chest
The super muthafuckin' villain grip the mic wit an iron hand
Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin' pan
It ain't no use in tryin, man
Son, stop cryin
Frontin' like you death-defyin'
You need to stop lyin'
Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' you
With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator
Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?)
Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
(Yeah, yeah only them two niggas?)
And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up
(True, true)
[Verse 2]
I'd like to say hi
It's sci-fly the odd Merlin
That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling
who I on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
Who see God to’ but never see God earlin'
My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lake toast
Back to you MF Doom, you late show host
S to the U to the P E R-uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror
frilla polo co-star or in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower
Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes
Single-handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt a lay yay
May, see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
That's in a smash way mash how he did it
Muthafucka probably couldn't peep it past a minute
It’s the exquisite scripts the quick shit just go with the flow
...that's how we do it though
Tick, Tick
(Verse One)
Walk the path of Jesus, witness of Hell freezes
The mind teases, reality crack the pieces
Nothin' eases, bein' chastise with blood baptize
Guys revise, acknowledge past lives
Statements will be made, acknowledge me (knowledge me)
My mind is Heaven's gate so enter me (enter me)
My mind is the gate ta Hell so try ta flee (try ta flee)
Both gates look da same, which will it be? (which will it be?)
Demons screams from thought process
Enter semen, Child born stress
Body want ta sleep but da mind can't rest
Measure, pleasure through financial progress
When it come ta currency, love is nonexistent
Foes might defy, Friends become so distant
Some hope ya die, back-stab ya in an instant
Foes I despise, disguised as Allies
Ta sabotage camouflage
Loyalty is lies
Ta see God, look into my eyes
Ta see the Devil then ya, look into my eyes
As I rise from Hell's equator
(Hook)
'Cause I'mma slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Finger's feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat 'em up
Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up
Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up
Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Finger's feed beats Grimm Reaper eat it up
Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up
Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up (Boom)
(Verse Two)
Take air, compress it, bless it
Mix loops like Ku Klux
MF don't give two fucks
Nigga, quarterback blitz, popped, quickly fumble
Leave game with concussion, seein' stars and mumbles
This happens, ta any Emcee that want's ta rumble
Dynasties destroyed like Carrington's and Colby's
Noise, reduced, MF thinks in Dolby
Chop that ass in half like Obi Wan Kenobi
Greatest of all time, God straight up told me
Greatest of all time, the Devil even told me
Icicles on surfaces of sun/Son, we livin' coldly
Prophets be phony
And we attack, we switch like the Wu-Tang symbol
Still kill Jack even though Quick and Nimble plain and simple
Pick Niggaz off while they ballin' and die old like stallin, yes
Death I hear ya callin', I accept collect
Human sacrifice, must pay respect
We catch wreck Nigga, we catch wreck
And... we gonna... gonna...
(Hook)
Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Finger's feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat it up
Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up
Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up
BOOM!
MF Grimm, MF Doom!
Red And Gold
I remember when, last past November when
Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland
They left him trembling, he was not rememberin
Never tuck em denim in just to floss an emblem
Some would debate, “Wait, the fella ate gelatin"
Or even listenin to what his weathermens was telling him
When I could feel it in my melanin, it’s compellin
Us to break them off, no reassemblin
No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to
Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
You could gather ‘round like it was a eclipse
Just don’t look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the scripts
Pass the L, the last to tussle's in them shirttail
All hail, King Ghidra, the third rail
700 volts holds rap to a standstill
Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
And so goes the days of our lives, as the hourglass sand spill
And built with Passion and a glass of the ‘Ze
[And the lights went down and hey!]
And I knew it was the last day … Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason
Mostly with these crimes of treason
And you’ll be lucky if there’s no squeezin even this evenin
From how he’s feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick
He’s the villain with the million dollar voice-throat trick
He’s like a ventriloquist, was his fist in the speaker’s back
Couldn’t think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack
It don’t really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple
‘Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
‘Cept the nipple: little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self
Ain’t no average MC ahead of me
Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree
With nicknames, sick games as Rick James
Messy games, sci-fly such as Jesse James
Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker
Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker
Got bagged ‘cause of the dirty chick with make-up
Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May
To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod’s earthday
All else? Worthless to say
[And the lights went down and hey!]
That’s when I knew it was the first day … Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasonin
Mostly with these crimes of treason men
And y’all be lucky if there’s no squeezin even this evenin
...
It’s like a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act
I been bent back, since my Physical went back
Since, Cultured more of my kin
And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole
Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold
To ‘round Nimrod’s release day
And all else? Needless to say
Wait a motherfucking minute, true facts presented
The names was probably changed just to protect who ain’t in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4/5ths was converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
[And the lights went down hey!]
… Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasonin
Mostly with these crimes of lyin, and frontin, and cheatin
All types of different styles of treason
Who you think I am?
Who you think I am, boo, you want me to be?
[King Ceasar]
when I rock, jock niggas and shellshock
don’t watch the birdy, watch the clock go tick tock
I rip shop, I made ya girl’s bottom lip drop
your word to the trump is that the pitch stop
I’m hip hop, I hold heat
never forget when niggas told me, they showed me
other emcee’s tryin ta fold me, they owe me
yo plus them niggas mash low gee
I got my get u now, so I’m comin with my only
Here’s the plan: stick em up, I enter, through the window
Stoop down, so we can’t see our crescendo
Pass the endo, yo we used to be a friend oh
Yeah but that’s the reason I don’t really like to lend “o”
[Rodan]
from the corners cylindrical triangle hats
as darks lyrics precise life wring dem from science
leave you entangled for months
tryin to figure who done it, you fronted
got cha shit stunted, didn’t have to be that way
some saw the light comin in, they shunned it
for the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death
the established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath
these are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic
write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec
[Megalon]
love now, who you think I am, boo, you want me to be
a true thug, an emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached
I wanna give you my slugs and don’t wanna take em…
box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes
shots sprayed, who on cops high says we (rosses?)
rock away boulevard, got love and (knoxus?)
bout five cops today, my rock away
niggas and rock rage, got paid
a rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the (lobsters?)
I suggest I should dress proper
copped a buzz, I copped a dutch
I got a lotta love, with no strings attached
[Kamackeris]
rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty
times, times, times, too many
sparked up and chat, you keep countin
I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin
rock ‘n’ roll, lock ‘n’ load
emcee’s out for pots of gold, we stop em cold
in they tracks an take all they (jipsuses?)
all they dats, all they bullshit mixeses
give em a credit, not debt it
we just flipped the calistetic
toss the independent, you said it
we grandslam in the never boss stand
any pussy emcee’s we abandon
[King Ghidra]
flew in from Monster Island just to get rag shit wit jet lag
with brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged
egads, I bring confusion like roll call
to emcee’s so-called, hoes be like “yup I told ya’ll”
so socialize my bio so I dip dip dive
memorize like I-omega zip drive
go to the bar to drink to get soberer
King Ghidra eat the head of a king cobra like king koba
[Kong]
Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat
so sweet, roll deep but no beef
those that doze deep, close sheets
Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece
slip from freak to deak, keep Kongcrete
parallel to body til the next male
shotties and hotty, still waitin ta exhale
smell the blood bath a slugs a port
slugs past, bloodsport
a bugged laugh, a bugged thought
caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker
bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera
drop a flocker, Orville Redenbocher
get u, got u, shopped the two L’s without the proper
for the (abus?) knocker
hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper
girl and stick er
I leave more nuts than the sticker
kick er, to the curb, park a bitch, stomp a chick
for now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (bow!)
love now, who you think I am, boo, you want me to be
a true thug an emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached
I wanna give you my slugs, but don’t wanna take em back
Hey!
good evening ladies and gentlemen (hey!)
i'd like to thank you all for joining us this evening
let me know if y'all wit' me y'all (hey!)
just a couple of things I want to say
I only play the games that i win at,
and stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats,
as a matter of fact let me rephrase,
with more rhymes than ways to fillet felines in these days.
watch the path of the black one, the super villain,
who reps clubs in delf (?), in a drunken stupor, chillin.
ready and willin to inadvertently foil that,
plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat,
who got more snottier flows then snotty-nose,
and holds mics like he knows karate body blows.
nobody knows, the trouble I see,
from the MPV fly dirty tailin' the bubble eye thirty.
for the record this is some shit I just thougt of y'all,
science fiction thats no admissible in no court of law.
i live to rock mics in 3D,
the only reason I see to stop, to snuff the TV.
i heard beats, that sound like karaoke,
with monkey rhymers on a leash like dont have this fairy choke me.
hit him with a penny, so we can get these peanuts,
and I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts.
they lockeds lex luther up, in green haven,
since then, a nigga never really been too clean shaven.
misbehavin' rapstars need listermint,
call mr.bent, i'm at where your sister went.
intelligent, used to write and be well-spoke,
now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell (hey!).
tell joke, this could lead to catastrophe,
'bout to stop the violence,
right after these last of three shots from the black back got me a headlock,
holdin onto sanity by strands of that dreadlock,
she told me get off, I said, 'bitch,
let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick.'
then it hit me like the point of intoxication,
big up, come out and rock this nation, like 'ox to face and,
a lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation,
in the world's strangest most dangerous occupation.
but you can do it you da super like in your building,
villain, like trife kindu win, and all my children,
plottin', and its sure to pay ends,
with some real mature womens and some more of their friends.
when bad men roll tight, its actual true,
like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue.
who grip necks of becks to triple-x,
who just can't afford deep, follow the ripple effects,
and it'll lead ya right to him, oh snap!
it seems you walked into a trap doom rap.
zoinks, this place is filled with pretender willies,
one false move and get broke off, like end of phillies.
true believers, aint nothin to new to a,
crook with special powers like how to tell the future, uh uh,
rhyme of the month, two page long,
bustin' off two gauges with my cape on wrong.
son its on, remind me of a raekwon tape song,
with a fleet of superbads who status rae dawn chong.
let me know is y'all wit' me y'all,
national and geographic down to the titty bar.
rep monsta island city yall,
to all my brothers who is, doing unsettling bids,
you could've got away if it was not for them, meddling kids.
Operation: Greenbacks
[Hey look it's King Ghidra]
..Mmm, it's good to see you back
it's good to be seen back, greenbacks, greenstacks
meanstacks, greenbacks...
A fly tramp, that's what she call me
cuz I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul C
as ya'll see, who give a fuck? who know what is it?
these styles will be flipped to the absolute esquisite
it's like a blizzard, soon as I got home from ATL
looked into my baby face, my boo was like "well"
I know ya types and clientele, thoughts, needs
as I held her firmly and gentle as a soft seed
she said "the one with the horse weave?"
"the pretty one?" all crazy and have to
touch the tattoo through the short sleeve
which one he want? I'm like "if there was comp
fuck around, a nigga like me, probly run up in all three"
King Ghidra what they call me, either ceasar or baldy
probly half boozed since the last time ya'll saw me
on the d-low, I sloughed a solo emcees, they paper thin
in they polo, nordica, or DK men, Amen
it's funny how significance make a difference
know there's parables of three in every other infrance
for instance, "who wants ta battle, on the real
choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels of steel"
I own a crown in all three for gettin down wit out a doubt
I'd like ta give a extra special out, to Jet Jaguar
The Sun, moon and star, the Monster Island Czars
ya'll know who you are, get that!
Comin staight from the black lungs
to rip tracks, for all players that pack guns
stack ones that packs, done and doin back to back runs
to my peeps that, close so's ya knows whats up
ya know the dough's quick, hoes that mess wit 5-0 shrimp, like "what?'"
like they wanna shmoosh the cess, the pack an the pushers
I'm packin gat, then bust a cap in popo if they catch us
and try ta push us, since when a many nigga don't be takin no shit?
I be that drug dealin nigga that be fuckin ya bitch
What a fella! like salt 'n' pepa and spinderella
I came to spark the deaf, dumb and blind, like Helen Keller
if I'm not wit george of the jungle, if he not wit stella
or either prasilla, I'm doin dips on godzilla
though ya'll know he don't play right?
T&T throws a nigga out a moving van in broad daylight
an he was shackled by hands and feet
then they say he tried to escape
once his face scraped the concrete
near the curb on Monster Island 103 street
where brothers run the risk of gettin swallowed once the beast eat
I'd rather lay in the cut, collect cash pay
only T&T, I see, Gilligan's castaway
where Mary Jane and Ginger
both of which you spent the night
by accident, I creep like a ninja
when the Mack is bent, who can give one fuck?
Dead buck!, get broke up like three piece nunchuck!
out sun struck, sick to they head piece
three-headed beast, brings the drama to a dead cease...
get that money god...sick to they head piece
get that money god...Greenbacks
the meanest greenstacks
[And King Ghidra is completly controlled by our computers]
[These monsters can destroy you, and together
conquer the entire Earth]
The Mic
I was in a case out of state
she was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
it was just a number she never told she was knocked up
by the end of the summer chick almost had me locked up
my aunt came and got and steadied the block
we bounce to the yeti and I'm ready to rock
with no attachments feelin a little loose
blowin up in every spot we had a little juice
probably the dime on the afghani but a me
we played the stage standin by the speaker and suddenly
who tapped me I'm bout to get real ill
already ripped the whole club with metal face's steel wheel
what a sweet surprise her with the fly eyes
and fine she pulled me to the sidelines
the mystery shot up with strong words
she was an intelligent wisdom and a song bird
I met her last week at the same place
she stepped to me the same way at a no shame pace
I'm off guard her game had me choked up
checkin me play testin me till I spoked up
seven whole days and nights and not a word from you
I was worried I thought I woulda heard from
stranger you know I never get enough of you
how you be comin through
myself and two a alikes had ran through this crew of three
in my earlier days they showed me things new to me
so we knew mad brothers who they had hit off
they even used to watch each other just to rock they shit off
when slovenly two smile and I'm scopin her
switchin off three times a night made them more opener
so you could love Allah or leave em the hell alone
message from my god father solid gold telephone
many of my men went up in smoke
while trickin with these chickens, and ended up broke
you find out who's ya mans when you broke
like a bad joke it's funny when you on you got mad folk
I played the middle man in every little scam
some as complex as a hiphop album riddle jam
I find it's quite intriguing as I think about rappers
walk upon me speaking with stinkin mouth
about this and that from sneakers to hats to gats
freak chicks with they cooty cat raps
and it's that and coo the dice at that
I'm at a black tie affair with a diva with the fatty fat
I play the back, steady on the humble
but be right up front when we get ready to rumble
I gave her breath control ask her who she learned off
coulda took her back to the crib somehow was turned off
me and you, was overdue
from gettin together baby
I always knew our love was meant to beeeee
[The Mic]
feel the magnetism between us
growing stronger and stronger
whyyy dont we do it?
Dead Bent
Goddamnit
Super Mothafuckin Villain Goddamnit
bout to get these green stacks and shit
yo this dip tried to tell em
ooh you're like the sun
chasin all of the rain away
when you come around
you bring brighter day
she told me your the perfect one
(microphone check 1 2 1 2) for me and forever will be
he told her I will rock this microphone
aaalwaaaays
I hold the mic
like niggas hold they girls tight
but I aint after her probably ya Acura pearl white
the hooka, nah and many times I done hit it
to be specific more times than dimes in a briznick
when you broke north I crashed the barbecue like Riddick
at the Garden true, thats the God in me, pardon you
jeepers I was to' back
the ho gained access to my beeper
call back my secretary gate keeper
like I aint peep her I said "darling you was stupid tho'
you know the Supervillain (he is the supa) HO"
I had this style ever since I was a child
I got this otha style I aint flip in a while it goes:
Pure Scientific Intelligence
with one point of relevance
MC's who's styles need vellamints
and once the smoke clears tell em it's
the Super Motha Fuckin Villain
nigga came through raw like the elements
on ninety nine plus one of them
and with a flow to pull a fraud nigga fouls from out in fronta him
when we with cha'll we had tons of fun
me and my duns a numb
actual true and livin sons a them
dead planets and god u's
throwin divine rules to come through
we will over charge you's (who?)
and wont feel remorse for shit
except for one time
once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits (DAMN!)
scientific gon' bezerk like Red Alert
I really want to pick up was nuttin for chedda dirt
the funniest 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 (who?)
yeah you, who hear the most grimey suggestions
from brothas with fly names and ID questions
thats a secret like Victoria teddy sets thats edible
thems not ready yet for the incredible
team of MC's who broke off fakes
who thought they were slaughta proof
stomping through like North Face waterproof
tat tat dat 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
[he is the supa!]
Gas Drawls
By the way, I read up on bad dreams
bag up screams in fiftys be up on mad schemes
that heat shop like jiffy-pop(pop)
in a instant get smoked like winston cigarettes
ho's get ripped off like nicorette (patch)
in real life, the real trife scene
might snatch ya life like assault machine
rifle dead up setup like bull-fight
be blunted how we like
couldnt white or in full flight
the unemotional call me anti-social
on the run off the gun
death tally commercial
death valley? is like rehearsal to the streets
to my peeps GM, MF on the beat
rhymes, is chosen like the weapons of war
so keep from steppin on my floor
or delivery front door
I bring it to ya'll motherfuckers master yours
my disaster cause, hell... and Gas Drawls
The Supervillain, cooler than a million
I be chillin still quick to slice squares like sicilian
dont make me have to hurt them feelins
I'll ruin you in the dirt that I be doin in my dealins
(while I'm) sendin spirits through the ceilin'
chrome peelin', dome blown
within the comforts of your own home
grown big, wheelin' and high rollin'
I hold the lye, it keeps the stye on my eye swollen'...
holdin, and phonin a pal
known as massive versatile
Id like to big them up Monster Isle...
I saw you in hell wit dem Gas Drawls...
To my brother Subroc and Black Ju I crack brew for
two more, three men, two up
I hit the brew up like nobody knows (nobody knoowwwss..)
how X the unseen feels
when givin crews a brush with death like between meals
two times a day with brothers thats tight like a noose
with more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss
or motherfuckin' Mother Goose
X is a suspicious flirter
who every hooker hearda', next to malicious murda'
track type vicious
fulfillin the pipe wishes
da misses may be legal
minus the baby eagle
any given summers eve dont breathe
sixteen shots I do believe and one up the sleeve...
master of the O who predict ya last pause
I told ya'll hell and gas drawls
breakin glass and plastic jaw
like federal drastic law
fed up from fightin' secret war
with them fantastic four
(Invisible Bitch)
versus Doom with the Metal Face ++++
before I go to state, the ho better settle case
the flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles
beware all suckas, froze like icicles...
(bag them up)
and baggin' bitches like nickels
cause I licked 'em where they tickle
before I hit the clit though imma spit till I pronounce
more hits than a ounce no doubt, about ta bounce
X the unannounced, I'm out...
and I'd like to give a shoutout, to the brother Jet-Jaguar...
Megalon... and King Ghidra...
I call this joint right here...
Gas Drawls...
In hell wit yours...
?
Verse One: MF Doom
He cleans his metal mask with gasoline then after em
last seen pullin' a chick like a fiend pull a fast one
Can't put shit past him
Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him
Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man
Stand close to his main man like a chain gang
Who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew
That's no mystery, like Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew
Sorta with her drawers down quarter
The extorter bring slaughter like "Well I oughta"
I suggest you hand over the formula dula
A villain in your land, in his land a ruler
Hard hitting like puffin the woola with Lieutenant Uhura
Everyday feel like its an off day with Ferris Bueller
Brother pull heat to prove they're not sweet
No matter how you spell it, we still got beats
Verse Two: Kurious
Question how we live
Question, what we give
Take it to the next leave 'em where they can't see me
Still they judge but they be butt ass
Switch that wig, like a muppet
Keep it simple, can't truss it
Light's the fuel , Mic is the tool
Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel
Finish what I start, Mastered the art
Livin' hell can't explain it inhale confuse it more
Cop the .44
Contemplate meditate, Dictate
I direct my direct fate, Coming of late
Kurious, Can I say shit
Do it for CottleRock, do it for K.Nit
(RIP) K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C
(Eternally for M-I-C)
Only we save we
Verse Three: MF Doom
By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes til I'm burnt out
Mostly from experience, shit that I learned about
Topics and views, generally concerned about
With different ways to coincide earned clout
I take a look at my life I pace trails
From Tablik and savage females with fake nails to face scales
You out your frame for still baggin' 'em too
You know I know ,These hos be asking me if I'm you
Like my twin brother we did everything together
From hundred rak'aat salaats to coppin butter leathers
Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys
I had all the different color Cazale's and Cazalies
But SubRoc, you showed the ring with the Ruby and the old Ock
Truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block
I keep a flick of you with the machete sword in your hand
Everything is going according to plan man
I Hear Voices
To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
Who been into when in blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's
If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky
At your local sleazy speak-easy
For any fan of the limelight
In the mic stand was a left a lit stick of dynamite
It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
Jumpin Jehosaphat, who's that?
Who cats who do magic like "Tell me how you do's that"
Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like gecko
They thought I might do techno
Ha ha, betcha bust out laughing at the bet
For no reason he get cussed out like Tourette’s
Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
Butter, word play since third grade age
Back when we used to play "Bang! Open bird cage"
Hip hop Benny Hill, sip Henny straight
Get every penny weight then he chill, at any rate
My Metal Face ho’s with tongue “o” lease eye-ring
Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing
Like Kung-Fu fighting everybody was biting
And The Supervillain struck again like lightning
In the same spot (bzzz!) now what's the chance of that?
And a name drop like pick the name out the hat
That's a known drop from the, liver conniver
Who vote player out the rap game like some bob whiler
Drop degrees like a nerd cat, willy intense speech
From way back to spin your back and then freeeeeze
While I play high-ball, low-ball, to zero
So called rhymers, go call Cleo
While I, steal the show like thought so, try hype men
Super-duper stars need Ortho-TriCylin
Sometimes the men, mostly from the woman
I hear voices saying that's The Supervillain
(Uhh, I hear voices)
Mostly from the woman, I hear voices...
Supervillain