@ergodeus

1 year ago

Lyrics MF DOOM: It ain't nothing like a fistful a cash or a bliss fulla 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 Gimme the Timbs Rumplestiltskin 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 St. Tropez tan A can a ol' 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 super-villain A.K.A the thong bitin', thats inviting all To the recitin' thats dope and raw Hoping all y'all come in peace and its open bar Tear the roof off this bumba raasclaat By the end of the night spaz like shazbot I spilt a shot made the pen lines runny An ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein money, funny How he rip 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 a 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! RZA: I came to the shores of America disguised as a peddler The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black settlers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And called to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at home This dates back to 1555 When they captured the first tribe of men and piled them in a pen Fifty feet high And took em all on a 9000 mile ride And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before But read about this inside the ancient books of war Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part The devils cursed God and reversed God And turned God into dog and made people search hard No relief came til' the prophet of W.D. Fard To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas And Barbados, Tobago's, separated us from slave boats Made our own brothers hate us from Virgin Isle to Jamaica Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement Jeru the Damaja: Conquer more dips than the late Hannibal Terrain gets too rough, I ride the beats like wooly mammals Smokin' shit like Joe Camel Fatal when inhaled Double-0-seven but you still got tail Q's scrambling device must have failed Spies, thick thighs, and mics get mil, lies Deception, military prowess Bad bitches, tours, and microphone powers Chemical warfare and mortar showers Once again blowin' up shit like the Twin Towers Poison rhymes for enemies or whoever devours Holdin' shit down until the last hours Guru: Worldwide famine, poor people demanding That somebody do something soon And let's examine the facts Behind the violent acts, behind the daily gunplay The cocaine and the crack Thug season What's the reason for the trees and everybody wants to eat Some gotta resort to thievin', believin' That a hustle will help 'em get by But for anyone that gets over Another hundred will die Will I succumb, will my heart grow numb ? Or will I save the world ? By using my mind like a gun Seems a better weapon, 'cause everybody got heat I know I carry mine, since the last time I got beat Ain't nothing sweet I turn a stickup kid to a soldier, put him down with the cause Make him feel real bold and more intelligent Plus aware of the tricknology, the revolutionist Grab your shit and follow me Talib Kweli: 2000 came and went 2001 was crazy People can't deal fashion go back to the 80's Got me thinking about my n-gas, drinking dark liquor Sparks flicker in my mind, my heart quick to think about the time They try to front on a kid, up in front of Medgar Evers N--ga nailed, Juju, Seth 'n D rolled up like "whatever you wanna do" Damn n--ga, Derreck locked down, Seth held the spot down wonder how long he got now, wow If it happened today who would rob a man Junior got shot, Ray committed suicide, do or die Changed to do or live, doing their thing Rubix is in Altanta, LG ready to bang Kev lost his baby momma, Kipa lost a baby father Enough to make you say "why bother?" But no, they tried harder – that’s strength. Love to my n--ga John (word) soon as you come back, you back on. That word is bond. DMX: Yeah baby, shit's about to jump off and Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north Been like three years since when got knocked Since he got caught Punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it Kept a n--ga straight with money in the books And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks Took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate Our estate was the next move for me Had to make that n--ga chill for at least two to three months Cause when it's on, it's on He didn't care It's like slow down baby The money ain't going nowhere Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on) You gotta watch a n--ga just coming home in a game Cause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grain It Ain’t Nuttin’ - The Herbaliser The Night The Earth Cried - Gravediggaz El Presidente - ​DJ Honda Revolutionist – Guru Smif-n-Wessun - We came up (Crystal Stair) Ft. Talib Kweli Catz Don't Know - DMX

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