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Figaro
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madlib
Madlib
Programming
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Vocals
Dr. Lonnie Smith
Dr. Lonnie Smith
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otis Jackson Jr
Otis Jackson Jr
Songwriter
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tec-9 holder Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fish scale Let me think, don't let her faint get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back, it's not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack- clack-blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice We make the joints, that make 'em spread 'em butter moist Man, please, the stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies, on to the grannies Hand me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was, Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once and shake her hand On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks (is it?) Hot enuff black (for ya) It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot ya? Ooh, got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, boast show skills Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills Coast to coast, Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose, No-dose pills Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he get older, he gets colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro O's beats and my rhymes attack A scary act All black like, Miss Mary Mack Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano Doom sings soprano like uno dos y'ano My momma told me Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E Not to be troublesome But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum No stick of bubble gum I like ice cream We could skip the wedding Have a nice dream She only let him stick the head in
Writer(s): Daniel Thompson, Otis Jackson Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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