Doomsday

Mic check...<br>Come through, dig the sound!<br>Crowd around!<br><br>I used to cop a lot<br>But never copped no drop<br>Hold mics like pony tails, tight, in [????]<br>Stop and stick around<br>Come through and dig the sound<br>Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around<br>Bound to go three-plat<br>Came to destroy rap<br>It`s a intricate plot of a b-boy strap<br>[? Vemstack?] cats get kidnapped<br>Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that<br>Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility<br>Broken household name usually said in hostility<br>Um... what... MF, you silly<br>I`d like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli`<br>"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That`s a audio daily double<br>Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo<br>Watch your own back<br>Came in and go out alone, black<br>Stay in the zone - turn H2O to Cognac<br>On Doomsday!<br>Ever since the womb ‘til I`m back where my brother went<br>That`s what my tomb will say<br>Right above my government, Doom will lay<br>Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who`s to say?<br>I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section<br>If you don`t believe me, go get bagged and check then<br>Cell number 17, up under the top bunk<br>I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk<br>Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped<br>God forbid, if there ain`t no escape, blame MF tape<br>Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children<br>One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building<br>While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer<br>I`m trading science fiction with my man the live lifer<br>A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime<br>Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime<br>Get out my face, askin` ‘bout my case, need toothpaste<br>Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get [?dentadent?]<br>And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness<br>Real mens mind their own business<br>That`s the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that`s double-dutch<br>How come I hold the microphone double-clutch<br>C.O.`s make rounds, never have ‘ox found<br>On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox` Brown<br>On Doomsday!<br>Ever since the womb ‘til I`m back where my brother went<br>That`s what my tomb will say<br>Right above my government, Doom will lay<br>Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who`s to say?<br>Doomsday<br>Every since the womb ‘til I`m back to the essence<br>Read it off the tomb<br>Either engraved or unmarked grave, who`s to say?<br>Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"<br>Some M-er F-ers don`t like how Sally walk<br>I`ll tell y`all fools it`s hella cool how ladies from Cali talk<br>Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang<br>Nicknames [? off nipple and tip of nipples?].metal fang<br>Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang<br>Known amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutangs<br>Only gin and Tang<br>Guzzled out a rusty tin can<br>Me and this mic is like yin and yang<br>Clang! Crime don`t pay, listen, youth<br>It`s like me holding up the line at the kissing booth<br>I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth<br>Spittin` all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth<br>But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce<br>So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife<br>Strong enough to please a wife<br>Able to drop today`s math in the 48 keys of life<br>Cut the crap far as rap<br>Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing<br>What the devil? He`s on another level<br>It`s a word! No, a name! MF - the super-villain!<br><br>Doomsday!<br><br>Dig the sound<br>Crowd around