Yikes

It's way too fly, like the ecliptic is fun to see

Remind me of "Hey, you guys," The Electric Company

Big Lil Sci, ID, Willabee

And silly me, villainy, in this ill-built soliloquy

Came through to do the do through the tube

To the groove and confuse your crew like Rubik's cube

The metal mask, face mangled, purple cape

Found a way to smash the triangle through the circle shape

Faster than a team of apes, microphone bandit

Taller than the solar system nine known planet

Enough to leave your mind blown, ain't it?

Keep an open mind, don't take things for granted

Dinninit

MCs seem to be slushed out

They must be still got the wool over their eyes, like mush mouth

It's like a gold rush in the south for the truth

Beyond shadow of a doubt

Cut it out

Ayo, who tapped me?  About to get real ill

And still kill two birds with one Subroc when my pen spills

Still coolin', chillin', makin' papers

Actin' stupid, runnin' capers

Actin' like Biz givin' skeezers the vapors

Now can I remember or was I really dead bent?

When this chick tried to get me for all my shillings and pence

Oh, yeah, that makes me think of Sly, when he was alive

The first cat that took me to the country and before he moved out WY

And I was a little guy hangin' around older cats

With fat dookie ropes and fly Gucci hats

Fuckin' 'round with black shoe polish, writin' my name on the wall

My theme, through like Slick Rick, Lick The Balls

And here I am with Dumile

The city psycho social single no more, no less and less I say

Inspect Willi dash, wigs out

And gets jiggy bling platinum and swigged out

An old granddad, who me?  Oh, yeah, I'm buggin'

Sorta like when my daughter's mother told me she had a bun in the oven

Ayo, don't even try to mess with me to the exit

Messin' around on the mic, I'll leave the rhyme pregnant

Yikes, whenever we pickin' up mics, it's like

Yikes, whenever we blowin' up shows, it's like

Yikes, whenever we takin' control of our destiny

Takin' hip-hop to next degree

Yikes, whenever we pickin' up mics, it's like

Yikes, whenever we blowin' up shows, it's like

Yikes, whenever we takin' control of our destiny

Takin' hip-hop to next degree

Holy smokes, you don't wanna mess with these MCs

'Cause we've been rhymin' ever since we had (Peach-fuzz)

For each of us, it's been a ten year span now

Even back then, I knew one day, we'd even lay this jam down

Smoother version of return to the Boom Bap

MF to the Scienz, consider yourself Doomed black

Hackin' mics like chrome pieces

Styles stay fat, like obese

Whether written, or off the dome piece

Carbon copy MCs gettin' real sloppy, y'all

Won't even waste my time goin' back and forth like volley ball

Ridin' tracks like trolley cars

The last thing on my mind is sellin' my soul and becomin' a shiny star

Can't even consider it

A real tight cat, I'll let a brother know if I ain't feelin' it

Not even a little bit

Half these cats tryna pass ignorance for Heaven-sent

But we give 'em no pity, y'all

Scienz of Life, MF Doom, down to the titty bar

(But what you say?) I said we give 'em no pity, y'all

Scienz to the MF on down to the titty bar

The supersonic, ex-villain, six million bionic

Twisted Smirnoff Ice, sippin' the liquid tonic

Pull the bubonic tag, the man hunt

Circle dot, now you got it, review my microphonics

Do the economics, 4 Windz and God

For standoff burnin' tags with Camfrost , the man's lost

Without a mic, pop-a-stoppa a handoff

We ran raw over tracks

And banned all rappers, that's whack

Scoop the Saturn, loop the drum track

Yo, we live and direct transmittin' text, yo the pro prospect

VX verb made the first correct in transmittin'

Threaten your sound system, profound bliss

And like the sun solar, joints are soft like Mozart

Performin' arts director moves like the martyr connector

Reflection rays like nine ether, the bomb piece

Complete vision, medicate conniption off the rhythm

My wisdom, permission, admission cop the LP, listen

4 Windz to all night, livin' a brawl fight

Kickin' drum beats, spits in my lung ribs

Chest expands thunderous

We runnin' red like stop lights all night

Ain't it funny when I get up in the morning and I

Jump in the shower, scrub my body, then I get out and dry

Throw on some clothes, put on my oil, then I tie up a lot

Put on my shoes, put on my cap, and leave my door unlocked

Walk down the block, go in the store, and then I get me a drink

Walk over to the park, I sit down on a bench and I think

How the sun is shinin' down all up on my face

A nice cool breeze is blowin' and I'm chillin' in space

I'm blowin' through the hazy fog like I exhaled smoke

What makes you by my daydream, by my man, you inhale to choke

It's just a pretty nice day, and I'm feelin' quite fine

Chillin' in my habitat and I'm submersed in my mind

Then we get up off the streets and we hit up some stores

And get some incense and dashikis, 'cause I'm goin' on tour

Go to all eyes of Egypt to get me some books

So I could recitate my fans and put some jewels on my hook

So maybe the next time, maybe the next rhyme

Maybe the next beat, or maybe the next line