MF DOOM - Field to the Bull lyrics

(Work, Work, Work, Work, Work) Let's get right in Eyes low, dropping soul like the Gospel Been there for a minute, eating breaks but I'm not full No, No, I'm on that other I spend some of these days feeling strange and my brothers And feelin' little ill, trying to cope with the bandit I just wanna move but my license is suspended So what am I to do, You expecting me to peddle Instead of in my room trying to get this brain settled Been filling up them pages 'til the point I wanna flip But I kick sh**, like kick flips, you can't touch my tricks Sorry for the facts, I just wanna keep that clear Got love for the homies, say they bump me when they steer And I never wanna anger, that sh** simply came Cuz people talking sh**, because they I want their, fame But I just want to kick it, y'all don't see me as a threat I'm happy when I'm spitting, and I only want respect And that is all I ask, put some rays in the volume Take off your mask, we all seeing through your costume I'm gonna serve rap, 'til my vocal chords break Still staying in my lane, see you riding in my wake Mama promised, I'm gonna wreak havoc On track, speak madness The facts, homies think they nice But the speech average, at best I dangle lines and I strangle lines Never wanna waste my time Bringing out this drama with this book of rhymes So when you talk sh** and end up in a gutter I'll be chillin' on a boat and livin' right, cuz it's summer Feeling hazy, still got time to twist with you benders Cuz I'm been k**ing sh** since the 2nd of September And 9, 5, 9, 5, comin' up like high tide Ain't seeing much tonight I'll probably have my eyes wide And my plan, I don't know Goin' crazy, yea for sure Got to get in where I fit in, watch me motherf**ing grow Y'all some parasites Shootin' at my paradise 'Bout to grip the top, best believe that I ain't scared of heights I've died dropping, I'll down a couple hot pockets And if you can't see it's dope, check your eye sockets And I'm ghost, and I'm ghost, and I'm ghost, and I I got you motherf**ers hangin' by a rope and I Never really meant to brag or to boast, but I I think you gotta When you kicking it this dope brotha Uh-uh, uh-uh, Tell me that it's not true Y'all that type that brag about Some sh** your parents bought you I wake up in the morning doing everything I want to Hustle to the field of the bull, yo I gotchu I said I hustle to the field of the bull, I gotchu