Lyrics

From Venus to Mars Back to Earth Back to the X-P-O Satellite It's showtime nigga King Geedorah on the boards 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 talk 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 nooow We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sooound They don't know how we get down when we're out out of tooown So when you see us in the streets don't be fuckin' arooound 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, the K, the I, the 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 holla last year feel sorry now Practice jumpshot Reggie Mil (Reggie Miller) 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 bet 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 gimme some heeead. Excuse Me mister do she got a sister Who he not to kiss her True she do got a blister Not a movie plot twists like a twizzler If I needed my meat burned 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 pitty When I'm in the city I always keep a dutch with me Touch her titty till 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 Yorkin'. No matter how hard they try they can't stop us now We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sound They don't know how we get down when we're out uptown So when you see us in the streets.
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