Badness Of Madness

(альбом: Czarface Meets Metal Face - 2018)

[Inspectah Deck:]
Ay yo
I don't remember what the fuck
But yo
I said

I'm nicer than the good Samaritan
I make it rain, no wax but like a tribal African
Got a call from my tall Spanish friend (ooh)
Rugburn city, and now my knees need bandaging
Nah, the smoke's not loud, it's obnoxious
I spit cyber-hot shit to fry your fiber-optics
Watch this magic trick
Quickly cut this bitch in half
Then walk off colder than a winter draft
Ask Mulder and Scully, Deck's style X-File
Extra-terrestrial, wow
Alien flow, cooler, super-Saiyan blow
Repping the mighty Wu Clan
Handing out ass-whoopins on a group plan
So call me Mr. CZARFACE
More action than the fight scene, the shootout, and the car chase
Spoken word on 'em, right?

[MF DOOM:]
Villain gone haywire
Hey liar, don't cry wolf, say fire
Pray higher
Old guy'll stay by ya
The outcome cost more than what you paid prior
Turbulence from circumstance
Quite perceptive
Do his dance, moment he turned and glanced
It's worth a thousand words
Cowards die a thousand deaths
Talent's fresh, so pay up with a pound of flesh
Now the test like cops barged in and found the mess
Outcome critical
Lay down in the ground and rest
Wake up in a million years
Still here with his Villain peers
Hitting gears for another pill and beers
Me and Jorjito crack a joke... and still in tears
(Hahahahaha)
Guess God is a comedian
While the poor get devoured in the jaws of greedy men
Whose daughter's out dancing to techno and BDM
Sell soul? Heck no
Sucker, 'til we meet again
Saga of the Villain
Brand new chapters
Do amass new billions
Barf krill on masses and rose-gold pavilions
Rare form of integrity
Oughta draw gazillions
All in they feelin's
Hating gets you nowhere
Go home, practice one-two checks
Oh yeah, word

[Esoteric:]
Okay alright yo
You brought a knife to a gunfight
Yeah well I would do that and stab the shooter
Bruh sunlight
Tadada
I'm bank of rehab
No secrecy, I'm seeking treatment
For beating MCs repeatedly
You petty locals
Made for soft shit like Kenny Chesney vocals
Mine are more like Reggie Noble's
Yeah, I'm up in this bitch with Fonzarelli
Leave MCs ate, Eazy, no Compton deli
Oh boy we in here like Chris Mulling
I'mma do a heel turn and kick your fucking skull in
And walk away spittin poetry like Countee Cullen
I'm the one true king of this one-two thing
The way I kick bars and darts
You'd think I mixed Marshall's art with mixed martial arts