kon karne

mf doom

darker than the east river

larger than the empire state

where the beasts to guard the barbed wire gate is on the job not my fate

tired of the wait till the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits

fire at a higher rate

why'd they make the liars

fliers scatter

buy a plate

isolate the wires

try the straight pliers if not the vice grips

a real price saver way to acquire nice whips

what a steal for real on wheels of steel

stunner a funner summer number one meal deal bummer

a bizarre phenomenon is your armor on

take your cash

karma

or break your fast

ramadan

transaction drama

aww come on barney

clack clack

pardon me

whack rap con carne

he came to feed the childrens like sally struthers

after that he's going back to cali where's the

wilder than the nile

hold power like the great pyramids of giza

and stay leanin' like the tower of pisa

give him something he can feel that's soft to squeeza

raw with the pen and on the mic off the hezza

get shot off that wide eyed talk

if he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk

can't take the street out the street person

lookin' for the perfect beat coercion into heat burstin'

they couldn't spot him on the spot date

got the only tape that comes with a free hot plate

whoever do get to see me sing

with the 3d ring sittin' stationary like b.b. king

can see how it really sting

it ain't no front row

standing room only at the motocross stunt show

the ruckus ain't up to snuffleupagus

me and sub is like the brown smothers brothers

vaster than the seven seas

bigger than mount kilimanjaro

if they don't know

fill them in tomorrow on the horror show

a mental note

return bob's record

swear to god before he gets a job

he robs eckerd

blessed with a hot flow

tested

it got dough

invested in stress the best to finesse an opto

as i reminisce never forgot when i was very broke

shot the henny straight couldn't afford to cop the cherry coke

or should i say broke with wealth?

to know enough to give them just enough rope to yoke theyself

plan b before i take the ring and pawn it

the long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it

dog gone it

do the statistics

how he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics

and far too eccentric for forensics

i dedicate this mix to subroc the hip hop hendrix

in my pocket

a note

(it's from my father

from the guard's whip

is this a trick?)

why would i resort to trickery?

you're already a prisoner

what do i gain by deceiving you?

no