MEATHEAD

歌手: Bishop Nehru MF DOOM • 专辑:MEATHEAD • 发布时间:2020-04-17
作词 : Markel Scott/Daniel Dumile
 作曲 : Daniel Dumile
 I sip a hot tea, watchin' Archie flip on Meathead
 And left the page Rip Torn writin' what the beat said
 On the mic he's heat-red, ghetto and street-bred
 All crooked D.T.s and feds can eat
 Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he is who he is, is who he be
 Mind your biz for me
 It could even help you in the long run
 What good's a song if the jawn's no fun, son?
 Shogun, invisible armor level 5
 Couldn't penetrate the bomber with your llama, stay alive
 Playin' jive, beamin' on the telemetry
 Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC
 Although prefer the term "rhymer", third-timer
 Slurred word primer, dime a mama
 And make sure it stay tight, it's only right
 Own the daylight and the night life, they bite trife
 From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit
 Ask him, do he really give a ****-shit? Tuck it
 No ice bucket list, suck it
 Struck a nugget, duck, kid
 When I die, **** it, I guess I prefer me goin' to Hell
 Because Earth is truly the same, so the difference I'll never tell
 He send it like it's the mail, Captain Bishy set his sail
 Excel like Microsoft on all of these other fails
 His trail never derail, his mental's the Holy Grail
 As the stress gets released from the simplest of inhales
 It's sealed from all the chantin', like he holdin' up a strike
 The mic's his only light, alikes, my only vice
 Advice is like a satellite, I see them try and dish
 Feel I'm dyin' in the skies, I've been grantin' this kid's wish, it's
 Kinda ridiculous like thoughts of Saint Nicholas
 Breakin' in, leavin' gifts for all the world's underprivileged kids
 Quit with the ignorance, the emperor's legitimate
 And learn to never give a shit
 They never gettin' it, I'm makin' it clear
 All the haze took focus as these jokers appear
 I been acceleratin', I already know where to steer
 He save face, no brakes, I'm just peepin' the rear
 And I been livin' out of love, they livin' in they fear
 I change ways, I'm cruisin', but never changin' the gears
 They say that he back; actually, I been at it for years
 Dreams the side-view mirror, they closer than they appear
 Just beware of the emperor, I play the game's vendor
 He raps Wes Anderson, directin' these beginners
 Too illustrious, I leave the sucker fits to the pretenders
 Made tenders as I played Simba, nigga, that's dinner
 I remember when my shine was a little bit dimmer
 Now it's bright, and the light, I leave 'em blind from the shimmer
 They tryna play the blinds, I leave 'em fallin' like, "timber"
 Designed to rise from this abyss, this kid's art differs
 Like shivers, he's the coldest vibe alive, and it's evident
 I put the pride to the side, it's irrelevant
 A angel like mine know mine heaven sent
 And this the best it gets, bitch
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