Belize (feat. MF DOOM)

歌詞

Away from you Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen They told me even when the records skip, keep it rolling On the shoulder like a California highway patrolman Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman I'm still in photos, posted with my own omen A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan It's something like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence I feel as though it's safe to assume that to the students And I can prove it to the way me and DOOM do this You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps With rap projects in housing developments Cool the cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin Y'all failin' to see what's shaken besides gelatin News bulletin, I refuse to take the medicine Fuck a thick skin, I got me a exo-skeleton The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster That living like an obstetrician, but not a doctor Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis Compensated for playing nice, it's optics Product of The Last Poets and The Watts Prophets Ahk, stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket Donezo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket Catastrophic, supreme microphoners In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones Brothers, both components of the close to coldest Court holders with bars as hard as Angola's Away from you DOOM get rude with the dude off chips The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich Danger make him groove off a glitch Made your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch Always wanted to say that Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat The one he often frequently slapped around All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown Hated the rap sound Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped out Enough to have the game trapped and bound Scratchin' the crown with the names of lames who yapped the noun Or verb, for that matter Had no data for a herb who chat chatter Oh, Erik Estrada Fat rat, the mask made him batty as a mad hatter Known for his absurd word choices And will ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices Look, the energy is crazy Far as he was concerned, the enemy was lazy Ahem, your attention please Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese Before he flees to Belize In case you forgot to mention, squeeze these Just keep it on a need-to-know basis They knew he was a negro, so no need to show faces Back in the days of no laces On a slow pace, they used to say he might could go places Meh, whatever the case is The card he played was ace of spades, but no races A spastic, some call loony When he spit a tomb sarcastic as Paul Mooney Away from you Away from you