MF DOOM - Thee Roe Show lyrics

[Malcolm X] "...And during the few moments we have left We want to have just an "off the cuff" chat Between You & Me: Us! We want to talk right down to Earth In a language that everybody here can easily understand We all agree tonight..." As I, pondered my plight, the answer blew my socks I was chillin', then I started gettin' bested and got The streets boiled over, on to brew and concoct Starbucks: gettin' cream out this vacant lot And why not claim the spot? I'm so charming and witty Chairman of The Swamp, no need to vote, it's my city If not, bring the ho to go toe to toe wit me Soul Controller of the hardest committee, ya dig me? Chew'n competition like Wrigley's Rollin' in a ‘95 Audi outta Findlay, simply Black, Sunroof, Rims Match, Dark Tinting Herbal Tea, Hennessy and burn my hickory Degenerate, like Triple H, my pedigree is pimpery South Side, what I ride the Opposite of Stickney Well read flow while the simpletons simply Wreck slow, douse Clearisil on these pimpled geeks Sk**s real ill, built in 550 weeks And cages more Cash than Ohio Penitentiaries Set foot in 419 gotta mention me T-E-Double D, Why? Cuz you're listening… n***a! [Bridge] At every show I'm proving, and even when I'm losing I learn a lesson, tough battles, bet I earn my bruises So watch the path you choose and, clock mail like NetFlix Strategy 22 is, "Know when to exit." Play it like Chess sets, aware of every move Leave all the foes confused. Leave all the hoes with blues Red lips is on the shoes, peep how I keep it smooth Either get in the groove, or you can get removed See...Life is short, but too long for me to be an early peaker Posted in the crib, rappin' to a broken speaker Cr-Cra-Craf, Crafting my contracts, polishing my sneakers I was bred as a Titan, every adversary's weaker Shout to Mr. Wizard's in the kitchen whippin' beakers Throw a stack in church, help the hustle of the preacher Mind of a Mob Boss, Tongue of a teacher With the features of a King and the hunger of a creature Steady counting cheddy, throw confetti to the bleachers Sly: Hamburglar. Might Grimace when I greet you Mentally mapping out your mind when I meet you I'm Tear Gas: find a crease I can seep thru an*lyzed my problems: I'm the cancer and the chemo So you can wait for Jesus, I Swamp Up and heal the people And get it started like the T that's in Toledo... And that's The Real Roe, n***a… [Gil Scott Heron, Scratched] "Welcome..."