[Intro: DOOM]
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
[Verse 1: DOOM]
Mother, father, it's my God-given honor
To eat a sucker MC like a hot sizzlin' döner
Respect, deep check, dope line dialectic
Dig the perspective of open minded skeptic
Where your skepticals, looks don't count
Better off judgin' by rhyme books in sheer amounts
And work backwards from there
Angle of attack on the track was like a spear through the clear air
What's your status? It's Don status
Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness
Kids be like "Villain, you must be out your toboggan, hoggin', it's a horror,
Eatin' MCs like there's no tomorrow"
Starvin' – welcome to the club, registration
We be waitin' right here, collectin' off of nations' revelations
Sensations, all Latter-Day Saints
Immortalized in black splattered spray paint, faints
Ain't live and direct
And kept his eye on the game like spy tech
Mic check
Villain get booted out your online school
Student got straight up A's in Divine Rule
Quicker than a sleight of hand, like – "Damn!"
Telepathy and telekinesis, faster than Instagram
See what he said, lay in his wood, get paid in a zap
From the States to your estate flat – take that
[Verse 2: Jneiro Jarel]
Yeah – taking back my style, aiyyo, get yours
I've been making beats before you wore drawers
Baby diaper, having dudes do your chores
Giving more than what you had in store
Selling out a show and do no tours
My props get weight like them B-boys
I don't need your co-sign or rewards
Just need that check to cash to feed my boy
Da-da-da-dey, da-da-da-da-da-dey
Ain't nothing else to say, can I please collect my pay?
Ahem – now we talkin'
J.J. on the beats, when I'm spittin' and {*hockin'*} rhymin'
While I'm reclinin' – in the vocal booth,
Image with no lies, only know how to speak the truth
Never compromise, keep it real, never peek at you
Rolling through the jungle, glowing eyes like a kinkajou
"Aye, my man, Dr. Who Dat? – on the cool, can I link with you?"
Only if you really got G-O-D in your peripheral
Had a talk with Yasiin 'bout the world that we livin' in
Beginning to the ending, yo, I keeps it Viberian
Viberian Experience until my deliverance
Incognito steeze – man, I hide out in the Caribbean
I'm like the ghetto Gilligan, in 'Planet of the Apes'
With nothing but a radio, a mic, and a cassette – straight pause tape
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