Madlib - 3.214 lyrics

Look's like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straight away Hey you, got a light, nah a bud light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist with the pocket wine list Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering She's just a foundling barely worth fondling My posse's on Broadway like "Mama I Want To Sing!" Mad plays the base like the race card Villain in the place to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Ugh, what is jalapeños Get it like a whooping when you holla at your seniors Dolla you can overhear the hashish vena He just came from over there the gra** is greener Last wish - I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix's mad glitches Flip so many verses sometime my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more . . . booze Put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all the pairs of busted Tim's you dont use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep 'em select a date And bring a deep check like checkmate I kid you not on the dotted line sign Ever since a minor kids consider him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind; she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might wanna wine and dine Couldn't find a pen had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought, it's too thick His a**istant said, "Doom you sick" He said, "Truth through acoustics" Psycho; the flow is drowned in lowry seasoning With micro power he sound in right reasoning It's easy as pi: 3.14 One more one false move and they done for