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Meathead (feat. MF DOOM)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Meathead (feat. MF DOOM) was released on May 8, 2020 by Nehruvia LLC as a part of the album Nehruvia: My Disregarded Thoughts
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Release DateMay 8, 2020
LabelNehruvia LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bishop Nehru
Bishop Nehru
Performer
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
Markel Ni'Jee Scott
Markel Ni'Jee Scott
Composer
Markel Scott
Markel Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Producer
Markel Scott
Markel Scott
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I sip a hot tea, watching Archie flip on Meathead
And left the page ripped torn writing what the beat said
On the mic hes heat red, ghetto and street bred
All crooked dt's and feds could eat
Lead, wheat, and gluten free
He is who he is, is who he be
Mind ya biz for me
It could even help you in the long run
What good's a song if the Jong's no fun, son?
Shogun, invisible armor, level five
Couldnt penetrate the bomber with your llama stay alive
Playing jive, beaming on the telemetry
Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC
Although prefer the term rhymer
Third timer, slurred word primer, dime a mama
And make sure it stay tight its only right
Own the daylight and the night life, they bite trife
From thug, to bug, to happy go lucky shit
Ask him do he really give a fuck? Shit, tuck it
No ice, bucket list suck it, struck a nugget duck kid
[Verse 2]
When I die, fuck it
I guess I prefer me going to hell
Because Earth is truly the same
So the difference I'll never tell
He sinning like its the mail
Captain bishy set his sail
Excel like Microsoft on all of the other fails
His trail never derailed
His mental's the holy grail
As the stress gets released from the simplest of inhales
It's sealed from all the chanting like holding up a strike
The mic's his only light
A light's my only vice
Advice is like a satellite
I see them tryna dish
Feel like im dying and the skies
Have been granting this kids wish
It's kinda ridiculous like thoughts of St. Nicholas
Breaking in, leaving gifts
For all the worlds under privlledged kids
Quit with the ignorance, The Emperor's legitimate
And learned to never give a shit
They never getting it, I'm making it clear
All the haze, took focus as these jokers appeared
I been accelerating
I already know where to steer
He saved face
No brakes
I'm just peeping the rear
And I been living outta love
They livin' in their fear
I've changed ways
I'm cruising never but never changing the gears
They say he back but he back
Actually been at it for years
Dreams the side view mirror
They closer than they appear
Just beware of The Emperor, I play the games vendor
He raps Wes Anderson, directing these beginners
Too illustrious, I leave the sucker fits to the pretenders
Made tenders as I played Simba
****, that's dinner
I remember when my shine was a little bit dimmer
Now it's bright in the light, I leave em blind from the shimmers
They tryna play the blinds
I leave em falling like timber
Designed a rise, from this abyss, this kids art differs
Like shivers, he the coldest vibe alive and it's evident
I put the pride aside, it's irrelevant
An angel like mind
Know mine heaven sent
Written by: Daniel Dumile, Markel Scott
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