Sorcerers

[Verse 1: MF DOOM] Yo, ain't that? He's not that cat Got that, and he never shot that gat Clever spot rats Faceplate glisten He got fat and hate for Jake the Snake Plissken Y'all got the wrong tape by mistake Listen to it, hissin' Crack the safe, his cake's missing Bats to break to take this to make in prison Fake dissin' Bake that the wake twistin' [Verse 2: John Robinson] Legend stature Since the prime factor Of the blast master Gift of gab mic wrapper rapper ever Tracks with terror Like bad meaning good though I'm talking some of the finest juice to ever bang in your hood, yo World notoriety Recognized by mad society We supplanting high five so fly Oh my, skies clear as day Go sit down in the sunshine Taking rappers out like lunchtime [Verse 3: Invizible Handz] It's just one of those Bullet holes deliver killer notes Silence never spoke violence Keep quiet while you wildin' tryna leave the island Nonsense is never callin' 80 g's behind him Still, crime affects time on the island Nickle and diming, the hustle's optional Powerful moves Copped two work shift block, side gig or two Under the table The tammy food blaze [?] Stay paid if the name fits you [Bridge: John Robinson, [MF DOOM]] Who went back and made y'all the boss of us [It's the rawest MC's that [?] did it] Sorcerers It's furthering the era that most know of [Everywhere he go they go That hoes show love Thank God for the Buddha Tank armor suit up] Word kama sutra user [Stank mama recruiter] Broad set fools up [Dawg get your jewels up](Buddha) [Get your jewels up] [Get your jewels up] [Verse 4: Invizible Handz] Superstar, all-pro Homegrown The craft speaks alone Mastered his closed casket Pro savages Poor travelers, hunger reach streets battled us Money the dollar the dream gaffled up Scalpel cutthroat Dope gettin' that Smokes definite Gold record hits, spin it, grind forever get it God's clever, building cheddar feelin' Keep the better livin' Miscellaneous thoughts Gettin' millions Know that feeling [Verse 5: John Robinson] You've had enough of that 85 job talking Loonie schemes Something right off of the movie screens Burn Hollywood like arson More powers than Austin Sounds awesome Pump these sounds often Last chance to come off son For more to come in the mental auditorium Without forcing 'em Strung him up on the last joint but it don't stop Doin' this so the world could rock Who blows stocks? [Verse 6: MF DOOM] Mommy look, he talking to hisself And walking fast On the ave hawkin' ass With the walkman on blast Coby headphones wack At least he's [?] only chrome cassette Only the best you can get off the black market Tell it Find these truer hell strategies Sell it like Chinese do to cell batteries Two dollar for change for aqua blue benjie These were brand newer He grew stingy gingerly