Lyrics

From Venus to Mars, back to Earth Back to the HBO satellite It's showtime nigga King Geedorah on the board (King Geedorah) MF DOOM and I am Mister Fantastik Expeditiously, I be on my grizzly Feds try to creep me, somehow always miss me Mister Fantastik put the busy in the bee Rock from the bottom straight to the tizzy Who is he? He need to get out more Or either get outta here like some dang outlaw Standing like Lurch, no herb in the record bin Called him for a random search, curbside checkin' and It's on, nigga, on and cracking Like Digg'em, lips be smacking Running off at the mouth steady talkin' 'bout us On some shit they overheard, but enough is enough Yeah, It's neither here nor there black Warfare in your ear, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack What's that? You're hearing things, tat-tat-tat-tat-tat Be wearing your thinking hat No matter how hard they try, they can't stop us now We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sound (are you serious?) (Of course) They don't know how we get down when we're out uptown (deadly serious. King Geedorah) So when you see us in the streets, don't be fuckin' around (perfect) A hundred things on the re-up, of course I'm living fat My Mercedes outside, nigga, where yours at? Top down on a good day, Decatur out on wood way Got cats thinking, "Should I stay?" Fuck what the hood say Niggas wanna rob me now, bitches wanna slob me now Hoes didn't holler last year, feel sorry now Practice jump shot, Reggie Mill', Robert Horry now The nigga that you with played like Atari now Lyrically unorthodox, I flow continuous Never on a straight path, I'm known to bend a twist Put it down from the Suburb to the Tenament You betting against me, but wanna wonder where your money went I get the cash, take niggas out like trash Known to stack a mean stash, they used to call me pure math Back in the days, all I did was stay paid But as they say in the South, "Bitch, give me some head" Excuse me Mister, do she got a sister? Who he not to kiss her? True, she do got a blister Now the movie plot twists like a Twizzler If I needed my meat burnt, I'd go to Sizzler Getting paid like a biker with the best crank Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank Type to just blank and don't show much pity When I'm in the city, I always keep a Dutch with me Touch her titty 'til she ask me where the trees is at Or tell me, "Don't squeeze that," rats, wanna tease a cat Let the dog beg, wait up, who talking? DOOM with the hog leg, straight up New York No matter how hard they try, they can't stop us now (that's correct) We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sound (King Geedorah) They don't know how we get down when we're out uptown (I just can't stand the guy) So when you see us in the streets
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