MF DOOM - Is He Ill? lyrics

[Hook] Is he ill? Do he really fit the bill? Spit to k**? Keep things real? Know the drill? The ledge edge still? Catch wreck at will? (Repeat x2) [Verse 1: MF Doom] Today's forecast, a slight chance of flurries Slightly slim chance that they might dance to worries And won't know what to say, break to a cutaway DOOM like the rain known to come back another day Like this day like now-a-day be right there Like I, O, A, gimme half a light year Same time it take y'all to drink a light beer Feel the wrath of his truth just like the cast from Nightmare Whoever got the cash, the mic, they both right here What more can I say? keep your sights clear Bare facts, triple naked to bare backs He only came to jack rare tracks for your earwax Oh snap! You hear that? Naw DOOM stay way up in the cut like Ma and Pa When he come out he dumb out, there he go The villain with the illest flow in all of Mexico All foes on some when he leave out let me know Just so's I can breath out before I let go Rappers is like Satchmo that you best know Invest in free dough like Matthew Lesko Followed by hailstorms, snow and earthquakes Give out more toothaches than first birthday cakes The more we reverse scripts the worse they fate To beat y'all with dimes and dummy Anbesol shake Now you got a rhyme tummy ache by mistake Can't call it, can't call Jake, call cannonball face Dig tapes and stay in great shape Today's rap game is like one big date rape The name ring bell like ring ding dong He can never be wrong like Ling Ting Tong Once heard a hit song, sounded like an annoying gong It's so wack, I ain't wanna hit the bong Now who get iller with the pen than I do? And in it just to get the benjamin like Netanyahu? Let the god bless you like Achoo! Get you like whats that on your chest, got you PNS beat good for you it's shredded wheat As well as getting shredded by the metal headed lead feet Son 'em and dead 'em like a dad that's dead beat Beat him like a dead horse, nasty as red meat DOOM memorize rhymes and still forgot Call it how he see it and k** a shot, like Willard Scott In the place to be like no iller spot To spill a knot, it's like a chilling thriller plot Starring the villain as the black Jesus If it ain't the 'gnac or the Jack it's Grey Goose Still could stay loose off grape juice regardless Nevertheless did his best on the retarded test It's trick questions, always kept a cheat sheet On the microphone, a rep up before Beat Street And beat meat that MF DOOM he stay true If you online check the site and FAQ [Hook]