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[Produced by MF DOOM] [Intro: MF DOOM + sample] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen ("Hey!") I'd like to thank you all for joining us this evening Let me know if y'all with me, y'all ("Hey!") Just a couple of things I wanna say... [Verse: MF DOOM, (sample)] 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, the Supervillain He wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor, chillin' Ready and willin' to inadvertently foil that Plan of the rhymer, they be whining like spoiled brat Who got more snidey-er flows and 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 is– 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 Listermint 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 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 "Tsk... bitch! Let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick" Then it hit me like the point of intoxication ("Huh?!?") 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's sure to pay ends With some real mature womens and some more of they friends ("Hey!") 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 from 4D, follow the ripple effects And it'll lead you right to him ("Huh?!?") – 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 ("Huh?!?") With a fleet of the super baddest, status: Rae Dawn Chong Let me know if y'alls with me, y'all! ("Hey!") National and geographic down to the titty-ball Rep Monsta Island City, y'all! To all my brothers who is doin' unsettlin' bids You could have got away if it was not for them meddlin' kids! "Over here!" [Outro: sample] "Hey!" "Hey!"