Gazzillion Ear (Jneiro Jarel / Dave Sitek Remix)

[Verse 1]

Villain, man, never ran with krills in his hand and

Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand

Tillin' the wasteland sands

Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan

He rest when he's ashes

Ask 'em after ten miles in his ga-lashes, smashes stashes

Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster

A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster

They supposed ta know, it show when his aura glow

Get from out the row, when he get dough it's horrible

Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess

The ten case of cave a chicken chest S

Yes ya'll the dub will get ya trickles

The best ballers pitch in and rub to get a nickels

But tut tut, he about to change the price again

It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen

Villain here, have em shrillin' in fear

And won't stop top illin' til he a gazillionaire

Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama

Got 'em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma

Once sold an inbred skinhead a nigga joke

Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke

I thought I told 'em, "Firing pins was separate"

He find out later when he tries to go and rep it

Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah

Charged an advance to translate it and ignored it, sorta

One monkey don't stop no slaughter

A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border

Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill

Flow skill, still there's no thrill

Villa bill ya ten K bills in his pilla

Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with—

[Verse 2]

—Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix

Villain, his agenda is clear

Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here

It's not meant for the seein'

Went through the ceilin' after enterin' his center bein'

A new meanin' to sales through the roof

Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof

It's the return of the tramp

Who do a duet jam when Ernest Goes To Camp

For the right earn - na'mean like Vern

We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn

Jiminy crickets

He gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off SimplyLyrics

One man's waste is another man's soap

Sons fan base know the brotha man's dope

A real weirdo with a bugged rare flow

And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow

He wears a mask so the charge won't grab

On a rooftop with a large stone slab

Heads up, talk white and thought niggerish

Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish

Black licorice and equally as yucky

How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie

Monkey hustle, man on fire

Later for the date than the Hadron Collider

And cost more, it be seemin' like a style

DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile

Smile, ding! Sparklin' jewels

In effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules

Fools, the roach was never dead

Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head

Instead it was depicted as flicked in

Split, the wicks lit