MF DOOM - Songs in the key of trife lyrics

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MF DOOM - Songs in the key of trife lyrics

[I Self Devine] Poisonous attack cancer black lung n***a with forked tongue is lynch hung Insufficient funds (?) Sure to a blank strike individual I'm goin all out for self shyst when it's critical [MF DOOM] Word and it don't make no kind of sense Dudes walkin round here staring all intense Yeah, well look at how the gods done gone crazy With edge ups gone like Jefferey Osborne baby [I Self Devine] Consecutive blunts my chest leather like moccasins Infinite sin dealin with toxins of noxious deluxe Extra (?) ill enough for three villains With weed fetish, black (?) and keep buildin [MF DOOM] It's all gravy get crackin or get packin Pa**in for flows before the age of Jet Jackson Bet action it ain't no camera They can get (?) like they stamina is amateur [Hook] The mind pull the strings while the body does the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on stolen land The mind pull the strings while the body do the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on stolen lands [MF DOOM] Psst you, yeah you, come here keep it low, I see you not from here Welcome to hell son, you might wanna wear your bum gear Also here to let you know the mic is dumb clear Then you disappear, so quiet you can hear turd fall Just when you thought you heard it all, bird call They think they so slick, up to they old tricks Sendin the little dude, grimey with the old kicks He on some old "oh those sh**s is hot, what size is those? Lemme try em on!" Rob you blind like ya eyes closed Nine other foes on the corner I suppose Personal space (?) his nose I need to find I Self to split these jingles Still while we wait to dry these counterfeit singles With more rhymes than any time is DOOM senses tingle Those who got the nuts too bound to get the spinkles While we, is more vivid than digital TV All live, feel me like burgundy DVD Eat 'em like mango, follow how the slang go It's like a flurry, now who bloody on my furry Kangol? [Hook] The mind pulls the strings while the body does the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on stolen land The mind pulls the strings while the body do the dance And the dream fully awake walkin on swollen glands [I Self Devine] At eleven years old I sold my soul to the devil for kicks (?) white kids buildin wood crucifixes three sixes sh** ain't no joke Reverse the mission seen reflection in the mirror Foreign objects, government projects, after school program pay cut, boycott Single parent kids in the street half dead flesh rot I lack internal discipline, play you how you play yourself Thievery stealth, fiendin for wealth plus a meal ticket Blood in my hand I feel wicked, hell's dwindlin Live by the minute within the second said trippin Fake gods with bad lessons Todays mathematics is acceptance, dont question sh** m**ms call me athiest I can't wait to leave this planet behind me (I thought by now that you) You would recognize the battleground Agile, step in razor walkin on a high wire Risk taker out in the cold with slit wrist makin Balled fists terrorists threats To paper machete marionettes Machete kept, I'm very tense It don't make sense, f** a black cloud it's black tint on my lens Stolen grey Tims Swollen face Blazin

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