MF DOOM - Special Root lyrics

[Inception] Vice valley villains Chilling while we thinking To k** these little girls Since I ain't really feeling em Oh, then I say Oh you're like the sun Brining all the Pain to me When you come around I hate my day She told me You're the perfect one To just quit music And keep on using dro I told her I will rock this microphone.. always [Verse 1] f** it Kicking off my Adidas Scribble out my halo Watch my demons come forth from the screens Solitary and I'm far from hitting jackpots in Vegas Cop the pot and rotate in the stars Cosmoses sentences giving ya mind some space Painting up the basics of a mosaic industry When you're rich in auras everything is the most important Even when the world around starts crumbling Gra** fumbling Doubling the light in my tunnel Fire in the jungle The night can't muzzles my trouble I'm not colorful just burning with spite Animal side going wild looking for the right appetite Gla** skies only seeing what's inside Nothing ripe for me to slice Nation wide we occupied Thinking who could redo the typo For all I know you could be blind throwing down twice gambling my life away Don't trip on the ricochet by my wordplay Rid your eyes of evil let your sight catalyze from my rhymes Enlightening the blown out until I get a full count world wide [Verse 2] My mama told me to write a story before i die Well here it is the sh** that makes your hair stick up The supply of a whip that only fits in my mind Dipped into my third eye now they strict with it saying that I dream to big No fast forward only rewinding in the worlds orders Pause and try to find some help Picked a pig quick to bring to home coming Digged so deep I ended up choosing me Weird how I can't find my self No grip and the lust is still automatic Love ain't happening The double standard cinematic is channeled to nothing but static My theory was to plug out. now I'm underground Idiotic child raised around nothing but photographs and some kanye west Mom meet me halfway there Pop was the shot of the house I guess No need to cry now I just move it to the side like italics My balance always bold like over pa**es Flow with some ink my gut Spit on chords now I'll see who's about to hang up