MF DOOM - GUTU ALL-STAR lyrics

“If you n******gs interfere we'll k** you!” (This is the voice of Zimbabwe) I used to teach Sunday school to the grade two crew Spitting knowledge, wise man with my leather lands "Could you drop a nice verse cause it please us?" How i'm meant to know that little Judas meant Jesus As you can probably decipher I had to leave the premises lest we have to call on the authority Pardon me i'll just grab my bag This is how the fin was living life at a glance yo Fast forward to the clock in your corner I'm on the same hustle same bustle tryna write a rap For the kids and they mamas Could you leave the drama in the foyer I got a coat hanger to rack your beef A gangster who runs the street between 57 and 59 Between 9 and noon He got a busy schedule Cause we living double trouble lives 9 life living tryna juggle exponential wife numbers In the city that never sleeping a peep Rolling 7 brothers deep in a jeep We got the attitude Beep beep Who got the beat in a vice grip? Throwing bad omens with a chicken in a Greco-Roman 3 count pin Special move the groove Fineas ready to win! And as we move to the crescendo I play it really close like an itty bitty t.v and Super Nintendo Record the jammy on Nuendo They tighten up the drums, I'm fitting to let the whole entire ba** go! And distort your whole life Crush the metaphor and they deport me on some bogus charge Saying that my style is mad potent Run you 90 bucks and have you run another 90 miles focused Thank me in the morning if you make it little dunny Don't laugh unless you find it funny (haha) But the rapping always is Tryna make a living on a listen to my shi… Yo don't be stupid This is only build for raw links Cause we never cook it for the winks and the hijinks I hope I didn't touch a nerve up on your spinal Your voice fluff, Black built tough like some 80's vinyl The kind of vinyl that snap crackle pop The kind of vinyl you don't touch twice... cause its too hot And as we enter through the hourgla** I'd like to ask that all the bigger ladies sitting in the back Please fasten all that a**, cause you know I love you From the pilot to the chicken heads in all the cla**es We about to lift it off Dusty in the engine wait a minute yo i gotta cough (uhu uh) A poet with a club Bite the tiger hide and then he wear it like a tiger cub Cause he dangerous Breaking down the discipline In tiny little pieces Something you can wrap your head around the realer thesis Playing on the only city radio fam Take you back to your kin. Its Fin