(Intro announcer voice)
And Now the nation of the worlds presented by YIKES
It's way too fly like the ecliptic is fun to see
Reminds of hey you guys and electric company
Big Lil Sci, ID, Willabee
Atillamy, Villainy, In this ill built soliloquy
Came through to do the do through the do
And confuse your crew like rubik's cube
The metal masked face mangled and purpled caped
Found a way to smash the triangle through the circle shape
Faster than a team of ace microphone bandits
Taller than a solar system not known planet
Enough to leave your mind blown ain't it?
Keep an open mind don't take things for granted
MCs seem to be slushed out
They must be still got the wool over their eyes like mush mouth
It's like a goldrush in the South for the truth
Beyond shadow of a doubt
Ay yow who tapped me?
About to get real ill
And still k** two birds with one rock
Still coolin, chilli'n making papers
Acting stupid running capers
Acting like vis giving skeez the vapors
Now can I remember or was I really dead bent
When theis trick tried to get me for all shillings and pence
Oh yeah that makes me think about sly when he was alive
The first cat that took me to the country and before he moved out Wy
And I was a little guy hanging around older cats
With fat dookie ropes and fly Gucci hats
f**ing around with black shoe polish writing my name on the wall
My theme through like Slick Rick lick the balls
And here I am with Dumile
The city sciple social single no more no less and less I say
Inspecta layback wigs out
And gets jiggy bling platinum swigged out
On old Grandad, who me? Oh yeaah I'm buggin
Sorta like when my daughters mother told me she had a bun in the oven
Ay yow don't even try to mess with me to the exit
Messi'n around on the mic I'll leave the rhyme pregnant
Whenever we picking up mics it's like
Whenever we blowing up shows it's like
Whenever we taking control of our destiny
Taking hip-hop to next degree
Holy Smokes, you don't want to mess with these MCs cause
We've rhyming ever since we had '(Sample)Peach Fuzz.'
For each of us it's been a ten year span now
Even back then I knew one day we'd lay this jam down
Smoother version of return of the boom bap
MF to the Scienz consider yourself DOOMED black
Acting mics like chrome piece
Styles stay fat like obese
Whether written or off the dome piece
Carbon copy MCs getting real sloppy ya'll
Won't even waste my time going back and forth like volleyball
Riding tracks like trolley cars
The last thing on my mind is selling my soul becoming a shiny star
Can't even consider it
A real tight cat I'll let a brother know if I ain't feeling it
Not even a little bit
Half these cats trying to pa** ignorance for heaven sense
But we give them no pity ya'll
Scienz of Life, MF DOOM down to the titty ball
I said we give them no pity ya'll
Scienz to the MF going down to the titty bar
The supersonic ex-feeling
Sipping the liquid tonic
Pull the bubonic tag, the man hunt
Circle dot now you got it
Review my microphonics
Do the economics 4 Windz and God
For standoff burning tags with camfrost
The man's lost without a mic
Pop-a-stoppa a handoff
And banned all rappers that's wack
Spook the saturn loop the drum track
Yow we live and direct transmitting text
VX verb made the first correct
In transmitting threaten your sound set system
And like the sun solar
Joints are soft like Mozart
Performing arts director
Moves like the martyr connector
Reflection rays like I need the bomb
Depletes complete vision
Medicate conniption off the rhythm
The wisdom, permission, admission cop the lP listen
Kicking drums there's fits in my lung ribs
Chest expands thunderous
We running red light stop lights