Freestyle

[Verse 1: Megalon, (MF DOOM), & {Bobbito}]

I used to hustle rhymes and do crimes

Now I bust through rhymes with new lines

Put down the two nines

Since I knew I would get mines in due time

Paid too many dudes, I feel I paved the way for self

Now I make my bands and smoke about an eighth a day for delf

Caught ya smokin' hash, now yo ass is in the smash

Torture police, harass

First I blast, then I dash

Born in Brooklyn, raised in Long Beach in Queens for boom bash

Long Beach, slingin' things

Keep the cash in the stash or get splashed fast

Street money, fat stacks, scratch that

No hope for last, you get fat stacks off fat tracks

About time I made it even though my rhymes arе crime-related (Uh)

My rhymеs deflate shit

In times are stated, dimes I play with (Yeah)

Sellin' the crack, see?

Always havin' to pack the gat, see?

Backseat of the taxi

TECs on the taxi 'til it drags

Chillax me

The heartbeats that did producin'

Got me sippin' at the bar place thinkin' I'd be Scarface if I was Cuban

You would not be stickin' and movin'

Strictly fuckin' with niggas

On some MF DOOM movement {Oooooooh-weeee!}

Monsta Island

[Verse 2: MF DOOM & {Bobbito}]

Uh, yeah

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 and

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, where 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 {Ooooh}

Strong enough to please a wife

Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life

Cut the crap far as 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!

[Verse 3: Megalon & {Bobbito}]

Thou screams from afar

Car door slams in the nick of time

Straight bullets, Earth, and thunder

I saw the lighting

I'm proud of Queens

I'm from the bar scenes

Dreams placed on the car, screams, hoopties

Seen the girls who go to [?] and profits with hoochies

Mad proper, spent [?] on [?] in the coochie

Two Gs, act like you knew me

You wonder but never saw the fightin'

Loud dreams from a star

Bought more jams in a quicker mind state with it

[?] hundred [?] bear witness to the triflin'

Fair buyer with the neck of a killer

Poisonous blood drips on a dark-colored discus

Bloody lips rip flesh, get a grip

Get dressed with a vest, lick your lips

When I'm stressed, I talk to the burning bush with a spliff

Can't fire one dollar fam

Drive the snake, talk with a lisp

I get soft [?] for 64 glitch got me nauseous

Rattlesnakes heres

But now I'm imaginin' it

Fuck, I got 80 Gs and I'm about to cop a key or four bricks

A cautionist

Me and my man Messiah stand in the fire

Get the check for dealin' poisonous

Thugs trip when a dark brother [?] chicks that flip quick {Oooooh-weee!}

Don't quit 'til it's over with when there's dough to get

Most slip [?] substances [?] shit in the clique

Never six on the day shift for six days, switch

Rappin' on [?] on the day shift, night shift

Hide chocolate chips with whips, rollin' over shit when the dip

If you a vampires, lick your lips

Get some shades at the day shift and don't say shit

[Verse 4: Megalon, (MF DOOM), & {Bobbito}]

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

(Rec off, rec off, rec off, rec off)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh {Awwwwwwwww shittttt!}

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo {Rec time, rec time}

Yo, street lifes with cameras

I walk the beat like beats that can't stand us

Hand-to-hand gram handlers scan us and scramble us

Street-life gamblers, Tommy man sayin'

I worked in Anna Banana's, clips gone

Bananas in Atlanta

Cuts holes, bust holes in bandanas

Snuff nose, blood on my clothes, cancer

Lap dancers, Black Panthers

[?] abandoned us

Street fights with hammers

Black Hispanics, Latins and blacks with bad manners and banners just dance to this

Bust holes in marble cannons

[Interlude 1: MF DOOM, (Megalon), & {Bobbito}]

Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it (No doubt)

(Monsta Island understand this)

Scoop slammin' niggas on the microphone

I don't know

I don't know if [?] ready for it

Scoop slammin', Operation—

(Megalon, Megalon) {Word}

Operation: Doomsday

[Verse 5: Megalon]

I'm [?] and [?]

At 16, put your whole team on

Now I scheme on the block, you get cream on

Red beam on your infrared suit

Suit screenwrite like Celine Dion

See me on stage MC'in'

Peein' on every lesbian lady named Eon

[?] limousine, long dick don't mean no harm

[Interlude 2: MF DOOM & {Bobbito}]

{Oh my lordddddd!}

Exquisite, exquisite

I like to send an extra special shoutout to my brother MF Grimm

Ya' mean?

{Word, word}

Kurious

{Word!}

Kurious, we just left you brother, hope you got home safe

You know what I mean?

{Yeah, he got saucy?}

Oh, oh, we was al— we was alright {Oooooooh!}

You know what I mean?

We was alright, we stay right

But, yeah, we got some joints comin' up from— from that brother, too

That brother Kurious

{Word}

So y'all watch out for that

{Word, word, CM thing!}

Automatic rec off

{CM thing, ya know what I mean?}

{It's all good, yeah}

That was fire

[Verse 6: Megalon & (MF DOOM)]

[?] cells [?]

Spark a thousand Ls, yup, drugs

I used to sell, yup

Now I'm on the mic

MCs get swelled up

I rock the rhythm, it's inside my system

Survive in prison

Saliva kissin'

Gets my nigga [?] for listen

Respect the heart

Tha Heartz Ov Darkness rippin' necks apart

Get your second squad

Direct the guards to something

Gets the charge

I used to sell dimes and do crimes

Now I'm wipin' fingerprints off the mic

'Cause I be killin' tracks when I rhyme

When it's time, the Tommy Gunn be ready—

(Haha! Aight)

Lemme stop

Lemme stop, lemme stop one time

[Interlude 3: MF DOOM, (Megalon), & {Bobbito}]

Boom, boom!

Two piece the cat

Watch out for that

That left dangerous, boss

("One In A Million" type flows for y'all)

("One In A Million" type flows for y'all)

{Word}

I'm starting—

Yo, y'all wanna get back your regular curriculum, or?

{Nah, nah, we waitin' for your, my man}

Nah, nah, I'm good

{My man, I don't wanna hear all that, man}

[?] let my brother shine

Let my brother shine, you know what I mean?

(Yo)

(Yo, you know— you know what—)

(I want people to go out and get that "One In A Million", though)

{Word, word}

(A lot of people didn't hear it when it was flowin' real fast)

(You know what I'm sayin'?)

(I think they need to hear it on another— on another typa' style for the—)

{No doubt}

(Know what I'm sayin'?)

(What you think about that, kid?)

Yeah, yo, I think it sound good

(Uh-huh)

(The p— The best unsigned since Prince)

{Word}

(For real)

{Aight, aight}

(Underground)

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

Nah, I ain't sayin' anything

{Aw, you better stop playin' with me}

It's too late, man, I gotta get home, man

You know what I'm sayin'?

{Yeah, I'll turn up your mic, now, man}

I got my shorty at home I'll...

{I don't wanna hear... I'll turn up your mic, I'm tired of this, man}

(Uh, uh)

{Come in here, ain't flowin'}

{What the fuck is wrong with MF DOOM, goin'?}

(Check, check, check, check)

(Check, check, check, check)

(Check, check, check)

[Verse 7: Megalon, (MF DOOM), & {Bobbito}]

Won out attention minutes I'm in this with winners, sinning with sinners

Sipping gin and when it's finished I begin with the Guinness

I'm puffing herb again swerving in

Burglaring, premeditated murdering

We on the corner curve again we serving him

War stories to tell, war be in hell

We getting county jail mail, Janel saw me in jail

Tell Jamel I fell on the cell with kell on the L

Third cell with the herb smell, make the herb yell

Burn it by the people hear it's coming from the teeth

Is Tommy Gunn going to reach it?

Some time I kill them I'm running from the reaper

Rest in peace to my deceased peeps some [?]

Having dreams of Long Beach Police slayed on Long Beach streets

We cop killers on the loose

Army fatigue suits

Back boots and noose

Black troops in groups

Black suits cause I'm about to start the revolution

Tommy got the shawty shooting with me when she goes to Houston

MF producing stop me from catching the body boosting

Finally it's time to let my knowledge be told

Come follow me [?] inside the erode

Trigonometry my rhyme will be designed to reload

Be on my [?] style holding vowels

Golden foul, golden child, ruler now

Surrounded by C.O's on trial

Who [?] facing ancient Caucasian Jason in the basement basin

Zulu nation bracing soccer Zulu voodoo blazing

Facing charges riverside Hearts of Darkness regardless

Samantha massages large garages filled with Dodges

Keys like a piano, yo

Understand the flow

Got a plan for dough

Hannah had grants to blow

Moving in DeAngelo

So fine i hold nines and hold dimes so mine's with pulling out

Juice like a gold mine shine through my whole rhyme

Nightlights excite my vision I'm robbing and giving a fuck like Tyson's ex-wife

Excuse me for the trife life I'm living, now listen

Life incisions niggas is whispering

Sounding like snakes in the grass you niggas ain't listening

Twice in prison came home, crack flipping gat gripping

Slipping in the clip again ice listening and entering the dragon

Verbally stabbing back and rapping acting like they packing

We trapped in Manhattan blasting nobody's laughing, clapping

That's your cerebral hematoma, he was seen to be a cobra

They tell you what i mean if i was sober

Sinister oversold the whole support you took it like a boa

Old goal of spilling over sculpture like a vulture show ya'

Got knocked over because you went out sober

Looking over my shoulder for the cobra

Clothing in the block in October folder

Greenbacks means that slingback sling crack

Bring back all my queen back, it's like a dream black

Crack scenes to rap scenes eventually back to Queens

My teams trap gas between their black jeans

And hollies are low follow your instincts, swallow pink drinks

Tap the bottle clink-clink, read a novel and think

You brought me some links, Buster hurt your hollow pink stings

Acknowledge me and copy my hobby, I got to drop the cheating cop

The king rocking the Versace see the window cops watching me

So i gotta beat you on top of G on top of G on top of me

Still after me cause [?] peep the prophecy me

Up in your prophecy the hot velocity is my philosophy

Police lock me now I'm scot-free two C's

Baby mommy knock me

MF DOOM, can't nobody stop me