The Finest
(专辑: Operation: Doomsday - 1999)
[MF Doom:] As the
life cycle goes on... goes on And you learn to hold on (hold on) To things like the
mic... the
mic And you learn to appreciate who is the
nicest on said device But who is (The finest) [Tommy Gunn:] Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the
rumor Time and time and time, my mind, I'm trying to find a
tumor Time at shashuma, no time for humor As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas Sooner the
better, even knitted a
sweater already Keep your leather, we coming through the
brutal weather We 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-off To bust a
shell off, to dick-riders: "Get the
hell off" Made a
call to a
client, he must've had his cell off A
show-off, he has the
same bite but fell off I
tell off the
bat, from science to pure facts Which niggas is wack 'til they last two tracks Matter fact, y'all could wait for the
rep to tell The
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 Gold Smoking a
stog, watching po-po patrol the
beach Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die He gon' try to preach the
streets then go to the
sky [MF Doom:] Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a
paper cup This one etched in stone, the
chisel with the
paper up I
need a
cut: a
taper-up, edge-up Niggas can't measure up, I'm here to get the
treasure up [Megalon:] Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die He got heat, no surprise, stop the
beat, close your eyes Got the
weed, rolling lah Not sweet, so no demise, all the
guys drops seeds so multiply Within the
prophecies hold the
lie [MF Doom:] He bled my mother and my father, but can't bleed me OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me A
OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed ... Me... sci-fly, whole style stuck up Used to talk to myself, I
told him, "Shut the
fuck up!" Buckle up, cause it's about to be rough He 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
chance For 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 up On the
dance floor: you got knocked out, your bitch got knocked up Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete Damn, I
just shook your hand and can't stand you already Can't stand you, understand you deadly But my hammer's like a
band, my man, it's Brand New and Heavy Yo' Doom, you ready? (Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever.. [MF Doom:] Come on stay, I
wrote this rhyme on my born-day Remind me of the
same style I
flipped on "Hey!" Yikes! Who can fuck with the
likes Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's Metal grill, with many styles, better still Feel like number 26 on a
roulette wheel And deal, and run rings around rhymers And run rings like number runners whose old-timers [Megalon:] Shorty in the
all black, she think she all that I
called her, she said, "Don't call back!" She called me, now what you call that? Let's go back, I
sold crack Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, toke that Fuck! Where that ho at? Where that dough at? [MF Doom:] Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash He love her, motherfuck her ass Metal feet dented your car fender My agenda up in the
basement party tipping the
bartender Is unbeknownst to you who could get body blown? MF like Mike Fran Corleone And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at? An invisible cat, who pull off a
disappearing act Raised by a
pack a
wild womens like Sweetback Front? I'mma 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 niggas in the
streets act (streets act!)