Act 2

Part I - Go With The Flow [Verse 1] Big up all the Monsta Island massive And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid Who asked me what we don't got that you got son For one flow that's elementary, my dear Watson Secondly, ever since I was little Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap With no hands, I chopped these drums off Truly Yours, G. Rap Actual fact, relax In this land of lyrical loss, black, I'm not the cool Sleestak The one who might stop and talk to you Poison to few, niggas who be biting styles I'm like pork too Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly When I got blues, I chew whole crews that's Bud Dry So why ask why the styes from the cess Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest The super motherfucking villain grip the mic with an iron hand Throwing MCs to the fire from out the frying pan It ain't no use in trying, man, son stop crying Fronting like you death-defying, need to stop lying Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first Now let me hear your verse while I'm choking you With well refined rhymes like a editor Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like Predator Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown (Yeah yeah, only them two) And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up (True, true) [Verse 2] I'd like to say, "Hi, it's Sci.Fly, the odd Merlin" That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling Who see God tore but never see God hurlin' My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost Me myself, I got flavors that out-taste most With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host S to the U to the P-E-R-uh Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama Who break bread with stingy kin-men, Indian borrower Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows Single-handedly with one eye closed In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay That's that inner smash way how he did it Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it past a minute, it's the– Exquisite scripts, that quick shit, go with flow That's how we do it though Part II - Doomsday [Verse 1: MF DOOM] I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop Hold mics like pony tails tight and Babolats Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound Of the fly brown 6' 0" sicko psycho who throws his dick around Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped Femstat cats get kidnapped Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility Broken household name usually said in hostility Um... what is MF? You silly I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli' "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black Stay in the zone—turn H2O to Cognac [Chorus: MF DOOM] On Doomsday, ever since the womb ‘Til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say Right above my government; Dumile Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say? [Verse 2: MF DOOM] I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then Cell number seventeen, up under the top bunk I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need toothpaste Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get mentadent And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness Real mens mind their own business That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch How come I hold the microphone double-clutch C.O.'s make rounds, never have ‘ox found On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown [Chorus: MF DOOM] On Doomsday, ever since the womb 'Til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say Right above my government; Dumile Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say? [Verse 3: MF DOOM] Doomsday, ever since the womb 'Til I'm back to the essence, read it off the tomb Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say? Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say" Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nicknames off nibblin' tip of nipples metal fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans Only gin and Tang Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife Strong enough to please a wife Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life Cut the crap farce rap Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing What the Devil? He's on another level It's a word! No, a name! MF - the Super-Villain! Part III - Hey! [Verse] I only play the games that I win at And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats As a matter of fact, let me rephrase: With more rhymes than ways to fillet felines these days Watch the path of the black one: Supervillain He wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor, chillin' Ready and willin' to inadvertently foil that Plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose? And holds mics like he knows karate body blows? Nobody knows the trouble I see From the MPV fly dirty tailin' the bubble i30 For the record; this is some shit I just thought of, y'all Science fiction that's not admissible ("Hey!") in no court of law I live to rock mics 3-D The only reason I seek to stop—to snuff the TV I heard beats, they sound like karaoke With monkey rhymers on a leash like "Don't have this fairy choke me" Hit 'em with a penny so we can get these peanuts And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts They locks Lex Luthor up in Green Haven Since when a nigga never really been too clean shaven Misbehavin' rap stars need Listamint Call me Mista Bent, I'm at where your sister went Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell—("Hey!") —tell a joke, this could lead to catastrophe 'Bout to stop the violence right after these last of three Shots from the black bat got me at headlock Holdin' on to sanity by strands of that dreadlock She told me, "Get off," I said "Bitch! Let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick" Then it hit me like the point of intoxication Nigga, come out and rock this nation like ("Hey!") ox defacin' A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation In this world's strangest, most dangerous occupation But you could do it, you the Super like in your building Villian like trife Kinder is in All My Children Plottin' and it sure to pay ends With some real mature womens, and some more of they friends ("Hey!") And when bad men roll tight, it's actual true Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue Who grip necks of Becks to triple X? He just came in 4-D: Follow the ripple effects And it'll lead you right to him, oh, snap! It seems you walked into a trap, through rap Zoinks!, this place is filled with pretender willies One false move, and get broke off like end of Phillies True believers, ain't nothin new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh-uh- Rhyme of the month two page long Bustin' off two gauges with my cape on wrong Son, it's on, remind me of a Raekwon tape song With a fleet of super bad... Status: Rae Dawn Chong Let me know if y'alls with me, y'all! ("Hey!") National and geographic down to the titty-bar Rep Monster Island City, y'all! To all my brothers who is doin' unsettlin' bids You could have got away with it if it was not for them Meddlin' kids! Part IV - Rhymes Like Dimes [Chorus] I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times [Verse 1] Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game Came back from five years laying and stayed the same Saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock And G-Shocks her biological clock When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power U's was pure Brita water filter juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him Never seen the shit again, but he's still my dunny The only thing that come between us is krill and money [Chorus] I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times [Verse 2] Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks Got getback, connects wetback, get stacks Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks "Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks!" To the gone and lost forever like "Oh My Darling Clementine" He hold his heart when he telling rhyme When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven He nasty like the old time Old No. 7 You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola I told her, "No credit for a bag If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gack" Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck And still keep your attitude on self-destruct [Chorus] I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times [Verse 3] Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game Came back from five years laying and stayed the same Saying, "Electromagnetic feeling blocks all logical, Spock" And G-Shocks her biological clock When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power U was pure Brita water filter juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny The only thing that come between us is krill and money [Chorus] We sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times Part V - Change the Beat [Verse 1] A modern day marvel, but terrible, better, horrible once he grabbed the mic from son, and crushed up all his metacarpals He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant And the super like 1-A, have a fun stay One day, he plans to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway A lot of rappers ass out like gay runaway It's how they say "semi-risque" All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!" They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a durag in a bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport 'em, but rock 'em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though It's like the same hustle, bro, two knuckles glow Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show [Part III] [Verse 2] Good googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like, *swoosh* Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from? His pops You got to give the bum some props Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor [Part IV] [Verse 3] Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure the price is right before he come on down! Rappers be on some, "You, you, you!" Forgot who they talkin' too, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nuttin' new Blew the whole shit up on some "What this button do?" DOOM cheat the game like walk-thru Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Roarke do Tattoo The way a lot of clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes is like lime to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start rememberin' the Klingon with the rings on In came the Villain with the old gear like, "Hi, there Y'all play the rear, this whole year my year." Metal Face beard like Brillo pad Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad the seeds call him, "Ol' Dad," the one the ol' ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow" And maybe fuck around take a bow, now [Part V] [Verse 4] Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades Used to be straight A's and still made the grade 'Tarded ass, how he get cash so fast? Year after last, left back in the retarded class Should of went to Boces Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be Villain who always win, at least stay consistent Find out where that bitch went, get a room, pitch a tent they don't even know where their money spent Part VI - The Fine Print [Verse] Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah's Ten to one he sees ya through a beaker and a tweezers Read the fine print and be like, "What's the big deal?" Spun wheels of steel since broke wheel Big Wheel Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him on his peasy head Yes-yes-y'all to the beat, have it bald or Avacor Have it your way, or grab a straw, Jabberjaw Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney ho's Lonely, like cheese and bologna only I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac" Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine, milli black Listen to it go "bang!" Through and through a Kangol A strange combination of a king who teach slang flow Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer dime Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the Philippines I love the way she fill her jeans Still a teen and made for strange bedfellows Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes Uh-oh, heads up! There she blows A whole load of Head & Shoulders, and who care where she goes Let the music take control Just don't let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul It's like putting fire to fake gold, it turn color And get duller than a bake roll with no butter The shutter of a cake hole Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y'all Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul "He not whiteb yo" ... Oh, he mad light though Either which way, they not ready for the lightning show They can't scandalize mine You could ask a swine who can't stands when I shine Geedorah the professor, add a question to the lessons He suggest you get a full assessment instead of guessing It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men? Or did he bring the butter, like the cookie chessmen This just in: they ain't even worth the worry Lying on their first birth, and couldn't even hurt a Smurf-berry Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly? They too carefree with their mouths around here Off with his head and display it at Town Square On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might Skull get smashed for weeks 'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off the cheeks Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak Out loud, at home, out in the world, or in the streets There's no escape, just in case All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go ape The most slick-talking of burly guys Get caught early and boiled in oil like curly fries Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate Can all get burned at the stake Send word to his closest kins for his sin we claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens In the name of King Geedorah! Don't make him catch a seizure