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, in [????]
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 Face terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um... what... MF, you silly
I`d like to take Mens to the End for two milli`
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 what my tomb will say
Right above my government, Doom will lay
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 him left scraped
God forbid, if there ain`t no escape, blame MF tape
Definition super-villain: a killer who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be 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 what my tomb will say
Right above my government, Doom will lay
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 with no talking orangutangs
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 stealing
What the devil? He`s on another level
It`s a word! No, a name! MF - the super-villain!
Doomsday!
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