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Madvillain - Raid feat. MED
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madlib
Madlib
Programming
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Vocals
Bill Evans
Bill Evans
Sampled Artist
George Clinton
George Clinton
Sampled Artist
MED
MED
Vocals
Osmar Milito & Quarteto Forma
Osmar Milito & Quarteto Forma
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
Nick Rodriguez
Nick Rodriguez
Songwriter
Otis Jackson Jr
Otis Jackson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Two, two, one, two How DOOM hold heat, and preach non-violence? Shhh, he 'bout to start the speech, c'mon, silence On one scary night, I saw the light Heard a voice that sound like Barry White said, "Sure you're right" Don't let me find out who tried to bite They better off goin' to fly a kite in a firefight During tornado time with no coat then I caught ya Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author With no headshot, he said it's been a while Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child up in to smile And that's no exaggeration The doctor told a patient, "It's all in your imagination negro" Ah, what do he know? About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego Trippin', to date the Metal Fellow been rippin' flows Since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing This is too exciting Folks leave out the show feelin' truly enlightened They say, "The Villain been spittin' enough lightning To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton" a'ight then Yeah, check, it's enough Uhh, yeah, now How MED hold heat like Clint Eastwood reborn? Leave 'em with more holes than a dartboard Haters watch him, Hennessy double shottin' Drink like the answer to the problem's at the bottle's bottom Uh, from the bottom, top that homey, pay how you owe me My niggas take no like Kobe Even with the the arms of the Hulk, you couldn't hold me From gettin' mines, stogies be rolled, smokin' and gettin' by Thanks rap, I ain't got a dime Got me sneakin' out of checkout lines with bottles by the wayside Yeah, smack 'em in the face, let 'em taste pride Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines Do or die ride, how the dead return Street turns, keep me in this dirt, like an earthworm What he spit hits and grows, will brothers ever learn Word for word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned
Writer(s): Daniel Dumile Thompson, Otis Lee Jackson Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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