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Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin til he clocked in a gazzillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster
A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster
They supposed 'ta know, it show when his aura glow
Get from out the row, when he get dough it's horrible
Time is money spend, waste, save, invest to fess
From ten case a cave with chicken chest S
Yes ya'll but don't forget your trickles
The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels
But tut tut, he about to change the price again
It go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen
Villain here, havin' one thrilling affair
It won't stop, top illin' til he a gazillionaire
Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama
Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma
Once sold a inbred skinhead a nigga joke
Plus a brand new chrome smokin' with the triggers broke
I thought I told em firing pins was separate
He find out later when he tries to go an rep it
Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah
Charged in advance, translate it and ignored it sorta
One monkey don't stop no slaughta
A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border
Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill
Flow skill, still, there's no thrill
Villain burn ya 10K bills in his villa
Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with
Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix
Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick
Sketch lyric, bet 'cha bottom nick on some vic
Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb stick
Sick slick, hid in a book
The only way they find it if it's spittin' in a hook
Listen, don't look now, keep walkin'
Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin'
Hawk men, stalkin', hit a weed, hawkin' often
Cough into a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then
He's like Wharf, some say stronger though
Off the top J strong bow, play along bro
Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show
Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro
For ya info when he's not practicin' Jim Crow
A actress and some nympho bimbo
He's playin' Ray Jay the old tape
DOOM, well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape
Fill it to the rim like brim
Villain and ya won't find him in no gym
Probably a foggy bog with the frogs
With a dot on the guard as he squat on log
Half cocked and half baked
Used to keep a full stock of work half rocked and half shaked
My mistake, silent track agreement
For more G's than lines and cracks in the cement
In any event it's fake like wrestlin'
Get em like Keak da Sneak on mescaline
Ahem, elixir for the dry throat
Tried to hit the high note, Villain's just a itsy bitsy zygote
By remote, send in the meat wagon
Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin'
These stats are staggerin'
Had his PHD in indiscreet street hagglin'
Villain, his agenda is clear
Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here
It's not meant for the scene
Went through the celin' after enterin' his center bein'
A new meanin' to sales through the roof
Guaranteed raw and saw his truth is truth, proof
It's the return of the tramp
Who'll do a duet jam with Earnest Goes to Camp
For the right earn, nahmean like Vern
We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn
Jiminy crickets, he gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off simply lyrics
One mans waste is another mans soap
Sons fan base, know the brotha man's dope
A real weirdo, with a bug rear flow
And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow
He wears a mask so the charge won't grab
On a rooftop with a large stone slab
Heads up, talk white and thought niggerous
Refuse to walk tight and got his off the figure'ish
Black licorice is equally as yucky
How he handle the money was strictly Dan Stucky
Monkey hustle, man on fire
Later for the date than the hadron collider
And cost more, if it's seemin' like a style
DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile
Smile, ding!
Sparkling jewels, in effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules
Fools, the roach is never dead
Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head, instead
It was depicted as Flik did
Split, the wick's lit
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Doom Unto Others
01:28
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They're mostly all on dork mode
Molder than pork glow
Foretold, feed 'em a whole fork load
More bones than old in front of
The store where it's more cold
Made more gold probably than all
The box of horse show
Copped, threw some rocks up
Under the door mold
Fiend picked the lock, squat
Shit was a foreclose
Villain, more racks than triple X pornos
One fall through the crack
He comin' back to get all those
They lying, straight faced
Stay intact with a long nose
You can't change that
(You know) how the song goes
Thicker than the spinners with
Dudes who drawing pinners
Of dirt weed, Manilla envelopes
Tinfoil TV dinners
We're all beginners, touch soil in the winter
Stash box of fresh Timbs, top grill
All glimmer
Shine burn your eye if you try to fly
Could be your turn to fry
If you burn the pie, bye
D-O-P-E, and I'm gonna show you how
Don't you DOOM
D-O-P-E, and (And he's hammered)
On his tip toes, no less, and he's hammered
Left the session bent with the
Stench of excess hemp
He so fire, check his temp
I represent like Shawn Kemp
Due is paid, no Detlef, shout to Schrempf
I'm a pacer, mind-eraser
Money chaser, 7L track lacer
My whole camp fire, something like a Webelo
And even though your words go unheard
Like the T in Pinot Grigio
I gotta cut you short like
The 2020 season bro
Loyalty is second nature like breathing is
But trust could be a plus
See some allegiances
Could be as deceiving as cleavage is
Put it together where the fake
We'll see how deep it is
How GiGi Hadid it is
I do lead the league in this
Now I got the key to this
Culture like a Petri dish, shit
Don't let me speak to this kid
Who ain't half as hard, living a rap facade
Want CZAR? Cut the check like
Stabbing a cat from Prague
We came, we came don't you (Aight, yo)
And he's hammered
On his tip toes no less, and he's hammered
You don't stop
One, two in the place, you don't stop (CZAR)
CZARFACE (DOOM, you don't stop)
One, two in the place, you don't stop (CZAR)
Super what?
Every hero needs an action figure
And when it's CZARFACE, it has to be super
Super What? Super Seven
Be sure to grab the brand
New CZARFACE reaction retro figure
Available at Super7com
Boom, boom, boom, bang, bang, bang
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Figaro
03:03
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The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the Tec-9 holder
Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
Let me 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 two 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 make 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, No-dose 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 get older, he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro
All these 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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4. |
Gorilla Monsoon
02:04
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Jumping to a conclusion, could stunt your evolution
Like the trees, dumped into some dust, blunt fusion
Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time
It's all good, as long's he ain't inhaling swine
Dare decline, scared money makes none
Take one, you should've flushed before the jakes come
Oh shart, specialty is flow art
Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart
Yeah, don't start, make 'em have to finish
Just bounce like gold-diggers
Once the dough diminish
Phony, it gets lonely at the finish (yup)
You see some deal dope, others steal hope
What's revealed is of a certain feel - grope
Yellow moist mushie, banana peeled coke
At worst, could not be confused with real soap
Nope, you see disaster is intended
In the face of truth, don't ever be offended
Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present (psst)
I make it faster than you spends it
End it
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5. |
Microwave Mayo
02:22
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Chain smokin' beedies 'til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
Had 'em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems
Collection of brats, timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll give 'em that
The rhythm hit em back with a right hook
Shook it off, quarter shiner, thought it was a aight look
Depends on the shades, the end of days fades
Pretenders lay in dazes on stages
Doom malaise
Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks, need to put a sock in they chatter box
The block got lied to VIAC stock
Folks gather round it's no joke like knock knock
It's them, they came home to roost ya'll
And watch em transform the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in a recession
Keep guessin'
It gets deeper than depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the lesson
Dig that beat
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know what they say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today it's all grey
Metallic wood or ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could write a movie on
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and split his own blunts
Once, in a while, every other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business, and ready with a ill pitch
Keep some bad bills niche like Denny Wills & Mill snitch
No hitch, just a shitload of spit and sneeze
Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack the hidden fees
Rappers like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
They screamin' for attention
Deemin' at the mention of a scary demon convention
You could cut the tension wit a switchblade
And serve it on a same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, persuaded the chamber maid
To bet her paycheck on a get naked game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Coursin' fate, taste of microwave mayonnaise
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More Rhymin'
02:01
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More rhyming, pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing
Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in
Boring type an, snoring pipe when, hyper than four hype men
Excited writing, trifling times ten, long stay
Songs play, gone haywire, wrong way on the interstate, integrate all day
It's just a small phase, that's what them all say
Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway
Meant to be sold not told to friendly enemies
Remember these intentionally, empathy please
Silent moment, violent prone atonement, miles a minute on a microphone
Own rent, loan spent
No debt, ass bet, fast get cash jet
Master mix smash, asterisk, stashed it, last not least
Pass the pot of hot grease
Geese shot, not easily spotted, plot cease, snot release
Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well
Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail
Get the message by bird mail or turds flail
Villain man best nerd male ya heard wail
An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannys
Before she look he have his fancy hooks in them granny panties, a plan B
When in Rome, go back home and get real dome
From a well known crack gnome
He talk to his self when he need someone to hate on
The black McCain campaign negative debate-a-thon
Gone wrong on a song
Who's zooming who? Knew it was you Doom all along
Ever since he first started the art it's been worth it
Soon to charter a stint on part of the chitlin circuit
Word kid! Get your ticket from the telepath
Wikit wickit wickit! On electroencephalograph
Villain, nice to meet you
You born like this?
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MEATHEAD
01:44
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I sip a hot tea
Watchin' Archie flip on Meathead
And left the page Rip
Torn writin' what the beat said
On the mic he's heat-red
Ghetto and street-bred
All crooked DTs and feds can eat
Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he
Is who he is, is who he be
Mind your biz for me
It could even help you in the long run
What good's a song if the jawn's no fun, son?
Shogun, invisible armor level 5
Couldn't penetrate the bomber
With your llama, stay alive
Playin' jive, beamin' on the telemetry
Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC
Although prefer the term "rhymer"
Third-timer slurred word primer, dime a mama
And make sure it stay tight, it's only right
Own the daylight and the night life
They bite trife
From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit
Ask him
Do he really give a fuck-shit? Tuck it
No ice bucket list, suck it
Struck a nugget, duck, kid
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Coco Mango
01:22
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Listerine green jars, sick cleans, jallad be a enma
Thick queens, mamma mia robs jalapeno peppers
Click mean large, brick seen mirage is ours
Quick mean caus, strict Din, Allah
Make your quota, check your clock shock taqua
Concoct the potion, blue liner lotion, call it aqua
Tock you on watch, sure ahk- sallat tirakat
Four to roll in extorter mode, loose spot too hot
Here you go ma, for you boo, that's coco mango
She let her hang go, her man said "Yo no tango"
Bangles jangle, no gangs is tranquill
Blank grill, real shank steel, bankroll ankle
F to the N and R, two thiefs are bummin a car
But never had no beef so Alhamdulillah
Inshallah any duties, top grillers, no Mercedes sign
Bubble nuggets with the ruby, Cop Killer '89
On a line on the third like Lupin
Word is a bond that's honored don, shukran afwan
Ram te ek daan
Livin sunnah of the prophet Muhammad, alayhi salaam
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Raedawn
03:04
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I could understand it
V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic, unhand it
Whoever go after burn they hands and lips
A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips
It's just another day in the Dunya
Don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her
Up under the window serenade her like a crooner
Stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later
Use her to gather data
Scoop her in the butter soft moon roof Navigator
Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz
116th by the hour from the Africans
But they won't let you push 'em
One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him
If I wanted to rob him I would have wore a mask
Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass
Want not, waste not, front not
They didn't see him dip into the 50 cent blunt spot
V walked the town with space boots, space suits
Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute
Told the streets, "What you staring at?"
The sewer cap opened up and said, "Why you wearing that?"
He said, "Oh you wanna snap, piss-face?
The way you be in everybody business is a disgrace!"
At the park gates, "Hark who goes there?"
"It's V, the MC who's nasty as nose hair"
"You may go", He said, "You should have been say so!"
Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso
"There you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed
And please keep it moving twice the speed
Consider that your fair warn
Or else I'll bring it to ya express like Airborne"
Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat
And shout out that little bird from the Word on the Street
He write "VIK" in a sick demented handstyle
And go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while
All he say is, "You nuts"
He really had enough of poo putts and crew cuts, soup's on!
And I got a coupon
Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon
He said, "No! Duck sauce, soy sauce!
And this ain't no Burger King so you don't get no toy, boss"
Oh-oh it's beer o'clock I think I'm sober
"How 'bout we think this over over a can of King Cobra?" (Ok)
You ain't nicer than the lunatic sheister
Aka the Vikster, or the Vikmeister
He wonders should he get a baldie
Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde
That is the question
They wonder why he always wear hats in the sessions
(Listen up) new drink, named it after Chong daughter
Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water
V a strong supporter
Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water
(I dare ya)
C'mon bring the slaughter
(Y'all scared!)
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Ballskin
02:54
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The flow is towin', precision as a afro trim
All big letters but it isn't no acronym
Smacked the thin grin off a chin for crack smokin'
DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken
Chrome grown men doin business with Anglo sax and them
Lackin' swing but that banjo's so relaxin'
As the wax spin
Hackin' axes in the wind pretend it's just a pen
See if you could pencil 'em in
Tense, mention men their honor fenced in
Sensed it is tends
The wheels fall off, then it's the end
Don't get keelhauled in, Villain always been
Feel real genuine ballskin'
Not to call the whole crowd out, it's just a few chumps
And you know who you are like a shout out
Place 'em in your loud mouth and taste 'em like a pastry
Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully
Disappear, reappear, disappear again
Villain not is "hair", he's no Afro-American
If that's the case, he be a bald-headed African
Takin all the credit and jetted, astro-travellin'
Turn the man into a mannequin for Affleck-in
And bein tough actin, tinactin' bluff jackin'
He's wears a mask so when he dawns his face
Each and every race, could absorb the bass
In the place to be
Don't believe the hyperbole
It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally
Beat in the head with lead pipe languages
For street cred, leave 'em for dead, in anguishness
The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses
And came to help the people with they minds in they asses
And set trippin', get a grip like Spaulding
These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin'
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12. |
Air
01:41
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The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool
The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool
Uttering butter king jewels
His mudda been cool
Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool
Made his chrome dome glisten
At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin'
Kept a spare somewhere
In these underwear, he swear
To helped her get the gum out her hair
They need to get they thumb out they rears
And show some skills the one time they come out in years
Instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadow
In a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle
Take your rattle and skadaddle
Before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle
Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes than molecules in air
The track was like a thorn in his back
As for the rhymes, I'll give y'all fair warnin', it's crack
Whoever start smokin', come back
Quit, or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack
Sharper than a thumb tack
His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple
To him still it wasn't so simple
Kept his right and left hand beefin'
One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin'
But first, this song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes
Swooped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip
Before they put the system in and had it all stripped
It ain't no need to trip
Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip
Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer
Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air
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13. |
Death Wish
01:37
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Wrote this rhyme straight across
Clowns sure to take a loss
You know they jealous
If behind his back they ever say he soft
Spin back around, quick!
Confront 'em and they play it off
Young and the world is full of it
Forge ahead, stay the course
At the bar, who's buying?
Been in the game so long
He can tell when DOOM's lying
Sneaky pricks sure to get hit with a ball of spit
Nah, keeps his integrity, all of it
Must be too strong for tugging spirits
Guess everything is fair in love, and lust, and lyrics
Kinda fancy as suckers hide behind the bread
To the point that the hammer be behind the head
Fire kid, bang!
Cocky since the power think they running shit
By the hour dissipating into nothingness
Villain up in this bitch, with a bottle
It's empty, it won't go to waste
Zero empathy
Ambulance is rushing you
Insurance paid deductibles
Ninja Turtles backpack, .38 next to my Lunchables
Took 'em to the sweet suite
I made a drink, no Doctor Huxtable
Benzy got massage seats but a bitch can't get too comfortable
My bottom line and my revenue
Man that's the only thing that ever resonates
Larry Fishburne, deep cover hoe
Sit back and watch a nigga medicate
How the fuck is rehabilitation
When you tossing youngings to the prison gates?
I ain't kill 'em, I just shot him in the face
But they gon' give me 20 if I violate
God damn, nigga
Might have to come out that mask if you snort a line of this
Bitch I'm half man, half cocaine in a pissy staircase
Serving gigas in a dirty kitchen cooking up Christina
Got it from a Mexican off Alameda
Told the homie we can swap it out
He gave me two bricks for the two-seater
Put a Steve Young in a 2 litre
Niggas having seizures, bitch I'm through leaning
I cannot afford to sleep out on the streets
Niggas tie you on the news leaking
Put a nigga face up on the news station
Wanna TMZ me eating tortellini
Maserati keep me central hoe don't see me
I'm the Don call me Freddie Gandolfini
Nigga what, nigga
Zero Empathy
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14. |
Great Day
02:06
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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
Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist
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 Mama 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 jalapeños?
Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena
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, there'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 Timbs you don't use
He only keep 'em to decorate
If you wanna peep him, select a date
And bring a deep check, like "Check, mate"
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" through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning
With micropower he's sound and right reasoning
It's easy as pi, 3.14
One more one false move and they're done for
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15. |
Vomit Spit
02:44
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It's the beat
He hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs was touchin' never swallowed the ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your man's bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous
Blues on L juice
Snooze, all hell loose
Rake it
Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly
Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me "Daddy funk me"
I'm like anywho's
Seeds walkin' all out in street with out any shoes
I guess it's better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox
Instead she wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it
Bring it, back to your laboratory
While he's in his oratory
Glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waitin' for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho
He busted in
Blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read up on a message board
If so, I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch'll a go dry snitchin' to the popo
Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier
Feel like I've been gone over a year, came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth
Sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind
Criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty
Well edjumacated
He heard it when he meditated in deep theta
Let her hate the creep later
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Stay he stay self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger eww
And made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomitspit
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16. |
Change The Beat
03:16
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A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible
When he grab the mic from son he crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident
After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went
Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill
They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And super like 1-A, have a fun stay
One day, he plan to put in a runway
With enough land for his own projects and gun play
Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
Alotta y'all ass out like gay runaways
It's how they say "semi-risque"
All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way
Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!"
They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a doo-rag in his bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit
He writ this skit in Sanskrit
If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low
Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though
It's like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow
Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show
Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You don't watch her, he might house her [Howser] like Doogie
Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi
Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?
His pops, you gotta give the bum some props
Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!
Rappers be on some, "You you you!"
Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?"
Doom cheat the game like walk-thru
Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo
The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural
This flow flip like oranges, apples
Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple
First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone
Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on
In came the Villain with their own gear like, "Hi, there
Y'all play the rear, this whole year MY year"
Metal face beard like Brillo pad
Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad
Seed call him, "Ol' dad," the one the ol' ho had
Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads
Okay pal, pay him like Paypal
So we could be A-OK not OK Corral
I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow"
And maybe fuck around take a bow, now
Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades
Used to be straight A's and still made the grade
Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast
Year after last, left back in the retarded class
Shoulda went to Boces
Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be
Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent
Find out where that bitch went, get a room pitch a tent
Yo yo, Max, yo change the beat yo
You got another one... nah yo
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It ain't nuttin' like a fist full of cash or a bliss full of the hash
That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
From talking through your Walkman or at your disco bash
Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin brown
A metal face mask with a built in frown
A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
Or I'll break it down for the layman
Bain De Soleil for that Saint Trope... tannnn
A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
Like a fool who stole pity y'all
From tryna' go up against city hall titty bar
The black mic is like a red violin
Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
Bloody rap game like Leviathan
Leave a bad taste, killin' my high like Niacin
Stop kiddin' middlemen need Ritalin
Hit me with the full tin of gin and I'm a kid again
Keep the bong lightin' straight through the song writin'
The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin', that's inviting all
To the reciting that's dope and raw
Hoping all y'all come in peace and its open bar
Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot
By the end of the night spazz like Shazbot
Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
An ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein’s money, funny
How he rips the scripts with a straight face
With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless
With this food for thought sorta' like breakfast
You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist
Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
Shit, that there, could go to help buildin' daycares
Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!)
Pay ya fares,... give the Herbalizers their shares
And y'all could pay DOOM in beers... Cheers!...
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19. |
SADEVILLAIN
01:35
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Jesus, the beat is cut in pieces like pizzas
When he grab the mic deez nuts said "please squeeze us"
He told 'em "hold up", after the punchline
Single file rappers with dull rhymes and ugly shines
In the ring with the frizzy bearded grizzly bear
He win the thing with an exquisite rare dizzy stare
Gimme here, I'll show ya'll how to do it right
When he put the mask on he screw it tight, it's stupid light
True story, you can ask Uncle Nu.
[REFRAIN]
I didn’t know that was you!
Everybody sing!
What good is melody? What good is music?
If it ain't possessing something sweet
It ain't the melody, it ain't the music
If it ain't possessing something sweet-
[MF DOOM]
Dreams the heat beam is like a laser level
Aim it 'til it straighten out, do your best to graze a devil
Bass and treble peakin', make sure they even
Be fakin' more and he break her jaw and teeth in
Leavin' creepin'
No time for weepin' and grievin', deep in breathin'
Keepin' on believin', it don't matter
Honing on the data
In the zone zonin', ownin' microphone chatter
Batter, swing! That's the thing he's known better for
Worser than the casualties in the metaphor wars
Forget your applause, bet- pause
Answer me these questions three to get across
Who's the boss? What size is them shoes of yours?
We the wrong crew to cross, true or false?
Don't look at him, ask Uncle Nu
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20. |
One Beer
02:34
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There's only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number on the label
Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table
Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it
She told him, "Get off it", and a bunch of other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road
She asked him autograph her derriere, it read
"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd
Love, Villain"
Take pride in code words
Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye
And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel
The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one left? The pack comes in six!
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five
And got caught like, "What you doing, G?
Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter of fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!"
Looser than a pair of Adidas
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MCs sound like cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin'
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies
Few can do it, even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please
Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat like the boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your corner store
There, it is done
Now that the representative from South Africa has been
Mind programmed
All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control
And when they meet tomorrow in special session
I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World"
My plan is foolproof, but just in case
And what about snow?
Now, you keep your eyes open
When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern
That I must warn you, I, I
You must listen
Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over
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21. |
Strange Ways
01:55
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Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic
Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick
He see 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
Anybody talk to him end up in some danger
Can't reform 'em
They pray four times a day, they pray five
Who 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 cost billions to blast humans in half, into calves 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 stepping
Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion
Same game
(Strange ways)
Ya can't reform 'em
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22. |
Rock Ko.Kane Flow
01:18
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From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
Ya heard? Holla - broad or dude, we leave food
Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon me for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, ring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
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23. |
2 Stings
01:05
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Keep your mind on your mask, kid
Holler for my classics, it's drastic
Villain the hydrochloric acid, splashed it
Pull the Nine, reached then he blasted, POW
Ten stripes on a basket
New York style wild
Cheddar grab easy
It's only entertainment though, when thought out completely
Sad demeanor, could get him the drop and bag cleaner
Master schemer
Expert in that arena
Puffin' Pasadena
You read the grass was greener
Black beamer
I ate, she gyrate
Rubbing shoulders of pigs who don't fly straight
Just ate, causing indigestion
Will soon regurgitate, into profits, no question
Nosy agent sniffing around, pay attention
You can take that to the bank
"Thanks", don't mention
Pleasure's all mine, ain't mad at y'all
Clear advantage like playing paddle ball on adderall
Be brief, that is all
Aight, one more rhyme
Self-snitching rappers who's lines is pure pork rinds
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24. |
Meat Grinder
02:39
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Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script
Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no? Villain, Metal Face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible in escrow
Just say ho, I'll test 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, best to get Maaco
The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
In all quad flavors, Lord, save us
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 the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
Laughter, pain
"Hackthoo'ing" 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 van screeches
The old man preaches
About the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches
For the old tan Ellesse's
Jesus
What a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us
Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust
And leave you with just enough stress to cuss
Ooh trouble, two's a couple, three's treacherous
And got you open like the high seas
Hoping like these for the squeeze on live G's
Jive turkeys, they lucky if they survive the depths of hell, it's murky
Jerky, come on work with me
See how she's twerking the skirt with tits perky
A flirt with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance
And let 'em rot, I'm like, not a chance, hot pants!"
Run feet, and keep from off front street
That sizzle like the blunt heat, with business that's for under sheets
Creep on secret missions, peep it
Or else be in some deep shit, with more fishes to sleep with
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25. |
That's That
02:35
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Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke
Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke
Here, share strawberry morinin', gone an more important spawnin'
Torn in, poor men sworn in
Cornish hens switchin' positions, auditionin' mortitions
Saw it in a vision, ignorin' prison
Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb
Found 'em drowned in cows dung, crowds flung
Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail
Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers
Seven figures invigor
Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male
Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea
Lend sympathy to limper Simple Simon rhyming emcees
Trees is free, please leave a key
These meager fleas, he's the breeze
And she's the bees knees for sheez
G's of G's
Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese
Drop the bris to stop diseases, gee wiz pa!
Doom rock grandma like the kumbaya!
Mama was a hole hoppa, papa was a rolling stone
Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama!
Civil liberties
These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C
Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy
Electron removal of the bowls, foul technically
Don't expect to see the recipe
Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee
More wreck than section Z
What you expect to get for free? Shit from me, history
The key, plucked it off mayor
Chucked it in the old tar pit off La Brea, player
They say he's gone too far
Doom'll catch 'em after Jumar on cue lacka!
Do what'cha gotta do, grarrrr
The rumors are not true, got two ma
No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb
Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob
Bake a cake, sweet
Jamaica trade in treats on the beach make a skeet 'til her feets meet
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Slow it down some
No split clown bum
Your old hit sound dumb
Hold it now, crown 'I'm
Where you found them at
Got 'em 'round town
Coulda drowned in it
Woulda floated bloated
Voted sugar coated
Loaded hip shooter
Draw for the poor
Free coffee at the banks
Hit through the straw
None more for me, thanks
That blanks the raw
That dang sure stank lit
Sank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spit
Crank it on blast
Roll past front street
Blew the whole spot
Like some old ass with skunk meat
These kids is too fast
Juiced off a junk treat
Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?
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