Hooks is Extra

[Verse: MF DOOM]

He walk around town with a frown like Homey the Clown

Shelltoe Lee crown, well blow me down

Blow! Hell no, he sound funny

Outta bounds tryin' to cop a pound with brown money

Keep the change, peep game, the Range

Inches on the fringes of a deep steep of strange

Went and met a dread at the swine roast

Find him in the zone up ahead near the sign post

Follow the beat, you won't stumble

Shut your mouth, swallow your feet, or try and rumble

In discreet they lie and mumble

Catch 'em in the street they as humble as Bryant Gumble cryin' fumble

Don't let him get the call

Keep a stack a diss rhymes, one-size-fits-all

Tries to avoid the pitfall

Or else get hit in the eye with a old dry spitball

You must be crazy out ya mind

Even on the days he feel lazy he shout rhymes

No chains, no bridge, just get outshined

When he come blaze it people say it's about time

The old God with the old gold gold card

When he's on the road it's no-holds-barred, no lard

In the record game on some bull guard

So many nekked dames he might blow his whole wad

You learn somethin' new everyday

Go ahead and burn, they ain't nothin' to do anyway

'Cept sell tracks out the Cheverolet like lemonade

And go gold in the hood so he can get ghetto paid

Now that's usin' the ol' cranium

Like the jewelry cat who sold him fake plat uranium

Guaranteed to turn necks green like the Hulk

Have it manufactured by machine in bulk

They rock 'n roll like: 'Stop, Drop . . .'

And if they got soul, then welcome to the sock hop

Hip be-bop at ya block mom 'n pop shop

Timin' when it comes to rhymin' is chop-chop

Keep it lit til the last stroke of the pen

And ya don't quit like ya quit smokin' again

They said he keep his lyrics poked in a tin

And his secret recipe, soak it in some gin

Brings the heat like a radiator

Stays on beat with the mask like a gladiator

Sword is the mic cord

And he came to turn it out like a dyke broad out the psych ward

I recollect when he first took the sector

He use the connect-the-dot styles as a mic checker

Told him give the deposit, book the lecture

The crooked look wrecker, hooks is extra