Текст песни MF Doom - The Finest, слова песни MF Doom

Текст песни MF Doom - The Finest

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[MF Doom]As the life cycle goes on ... goes onAnd you learn to hold on (hold on)To things like the mic ... the micAnd you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said deviceBut who is [the finest]?[Tommy Gunn]Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumorTime and time and time, my mind, I`m trying to find a tumorTime at shashuma, no time for humorAs soon as one of ya` men`s dead in Hempstead, you trying to find PumasSooner the better, even knitted a sweater alreadyKeep your leather, we coming through the brutal weatherWe ready to do whatever, yo` Doom you with it?(You know it like a poet, my brother)(Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever... [the finest!][MF Doom]I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-offTo bust a shell off, to "Dick-riders! Get the hell off!"Made a call to a client, he must`ve had his cell offA show-off, he has the same bite but fell offI tell off the bat, from science to pure factsWhich niggaz is wack `til they last two tracksMatter fact, y`all could wait for the rep to tellThe tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell[Tommy Gunn]When die, he gon` die like a soldier die:Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde GoldSmoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beachBlowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn dieHe gon` try to preach the streets then go to the sky[MF Doom]Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cupThis one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper upI need a cut: a taper-up, edge-upNiggaz can`t measure up, I`m here to get the treasure up[Megalon]Stands up and hold `em high, do or dieHe got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyesGot the weed, rolling lahNot sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiplyWithin the prophecies hold the lie[MF Doom]He bled my mother and my father, but can`t bleed meOD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can`t bleed meA OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can`t bleed ...Me ... sci-fly, whole style stuck upUsed to talk to myself, I told him, "Shut the fuck up!"Buckle up, `cause it`s about to be roughHe said, "Keep talking that shit, you `bout to be snuffed"Then we squashed it, I let em know: "Watch it --We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit"Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chanceFor a pussy nigga face to hit the dance floor[Megalon]I pull ya` top up, got clout, crack rock, what?Now it`s all good business, and so this bitch is locked upOn the dance floor: you got knocked out, your bitch got knocked upBaby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new macheteDamn, I just shook your hand and can`t stand you alreadyCan`t stand you, understand you deadlyBut my hammer`s like a band, my man, it`s Brand New and HeavyYo` Doom, you ready?(Yeah! Yo` Gunn, you with it?) Whatever..[MF Doom]Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-dayRemind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!"Yikes! Who can fuck with the likesOf one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic`sMetal grill, with many styles, better stillFeel like number 26 on a roulette wheelAnd deal, and run rings around rhymersAnd run rings like number runners whose old-timers[Megalon]Shorty in the all black, she think she all thatI called her, she said, "Don`t call back!"She called me, now what you call that?Let`s go back, I sold crackHold gats, smoke that, drink that, tote thatFuck! Where that hoe at? Where that dough at?[MF Doom]Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cashHe love her, motherfuck her assMetal feet dented your car fenderMy agenda up in the basement party tipping the bartenderIs unbeknownst to you -- who could get body blown?MF like Mike Fran CorleoneAnd got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing actRaised by a pack a wild wolves, it`s like SweetbackFront? I`ma be back! (Like brothers in the street act)(Surrounded by a bunch a bad bitches like Sweetback)(Fuck with me I`ll be back)Like niggaz in the streets act (streets act!)

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