Madlib - Untitled feat. MED (Unreleased) lyrics

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Madlib - Untitled feat. MED (Unreleased) lyrics

[Verse 1: MF DOOM] Yeah yeah, cheers Chug a few of these hot beers Mostly rap for my true thuggers who's not here Physically, spiritually or mentally even-[?] Treat them like they was all still breathing and eating [?] brownies hold the walnuts extra ganja All one or all none to quote professor [?] Doctor of hot mamas Sign me on the spot on dot got honours, partner Spit it on a CD like he did it on graffiti Ridden like a dead chain letter gone to Haiti Make it seem easy It ain't so fun No wit, more sponsorship to rumble in the jumble With tongue-fulls of lung flow Every breath count Foe like toes feeling very left out Boy, imagine how the heel feel Seal a deal Santorini Black metallic with the alloy wheels Supercharged by the time he gets to rhyme road Seen the future retired on an old time boat With some rice, curry and a bowl of prime gold Word, heard they stole a vault, hold up, hold my coat Soldiers for hire, fire They're full of more ear than you spare a good year tire The hood is where Ah, he, he gets his inspiration Like nobody's business For your information [Verse 2: M.E.D.] OK, k, chill Pop a few of these chill bleeps 'till I feel smeared like the rope on the wind shield M.E.D drill, spill another beer Still on them heels like mom's had a free meal More will and pill and dollar bills near Still come in like the way the after [?] feel Male straighter than [?] nail stainless Can't blame a mom pregnant drinking Old English Famous from [?] out speakers Leave beavers stuck to the box like cheese pizza Leave her, she ain't got a job neither No-visa mom raised to Leave it to Beaver The game need change like parking meter [?] like fat man scoop [?] Above is the Sci-Fi Fly guy more dips than a side fry Live wire watch RA. 455 Cook ramens like cold pie FYI

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