MF DOOM - Figaro (Remix)

from Figaro (Remix) by Sma3in

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lyrics

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the tec-9 holder
Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
Let me think, don't let her faint get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back, it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack- clack-blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We make the joints, that make 'em spread 'em butter moist
Man, please, the stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies, on to the grannies
Hand me the dough rake, daddy
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
For fake, if he was, Anita Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once and shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks (is it?)
Hot enuff black (for ya)
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh, got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast show skills
Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
Coast to coast, Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose, No-dose pills
Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat
Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-rich shit
As he get older, he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro
All these beats and my rhymes attack
A scary act
All black like, Miss Mary Mack
Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
Doom sings soprano like uno dos y'ano
My momma told me
Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
Not to be troublesome
But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
No stick of bubble gum
I like ice cream
We could skip the wedding
Have a nice dream
She only let him stick the head in