Music: Seamus Ryan/Jason Hunter/George Andrinopoulos
Usual suspects again (Usual suspects at it)
Mr. Black (Mr. Black), Mr. Brown (Mr. Brown)
Mr. Irish (Mr. Irish), Mr. Greek (Mr. Greek)
We been at it for hours (Hours)
We searched this whole industry (Whole industry)
And we couldn't find no dope (Found no dope)
I mean, there's no ****in' dope (No ****in' dope)
They love me 'cause I talk my shit
They love me more 'cause I walk my shit
War with the git, score with it, Jordan assists
Shorter blip, beat the beat, stick a fork in this shit
Don't trip, fall, quit, it's a brother's grip
Yo, how they kill a body and still party like it wasn't them?
Find a supplier, droppin' game like I'm Urban Meyer
The sire lะตave your eyes widะตr than Suburban tires
Rebel, the great, whatever it takes
No pressin' the greats, you hate? You could never debate
I'm settin' ya straight, wait, no scale could measure the weight
The bottom line is your head on a plate, mate (CZARFACE)
I pull strings like I'm playin' the harp
I really live it, you just playin' the part
Make way for the shark, I'm colder
Strictly business is the soldier
Steady knockin' like a witness of Jehovah (Come with me)
Verse 2: MF DOOM
Metal mask, get harassed, say it's true, forget the past
Bring your liquor, get the flask, tappin' cigarrete to ash
Feel it quicker, get to blast, this is sicker than this trash
Guard my [?] in the cash, you begin to bet the stash
Take to dinner, get the tab, [?] through
Wonderin', "Is this the end?" Good question, you know who
On a better note, better than racketeerin', sellin' dope
Not obvious, [?] like [?], get the soap (Ah)
That kinda separates me from everybody else
You know, my mask, so, I love it
Look at this frickin' loaf of bread that my buddy Piero baked today
Holy shit (There, fall back)
I can see clear in the dark, beauty, Imperial March
All my material short, that's how I tear 'em apart
I packed it like Houdini, my [?] low, but no Luccini
Hoodied up like Jawa, [?], rest look like [?]
People likin' me to question, but no one can truly see me
When it comes to rap, I'm as brutal as Mussolini
My patience wearing thin, I'm Ratjakowski, [?]
Sorta, Joaquin Phoenix, remix of the Joker
Listen, it's bulimic, a demon, [?] steez how I part the seas
If they speakin' like they [?], got a heart to squeeze
Barely sleepin' 'cause they heart disease
Your arteries are filled with bars, the beats
And every mark and P, I swear they all unique
I'm David Harbour meets [?]
The way I get bands and give 'em hell, boy
Leave you in the dirt like Barry Larkin cleats, spaced out
Like a martian speaks, I bought it
How you sound like a salesman when you rockin'
When in fact, it's me who had zero interest in what you're droppin'
Or concocted, unlock it, so stick a sock in it, I'm dominant
Like Tyson Fury boxin', I'm prominent
Yo, I heard your crew was poppin' shit, but now, not so often
I caught 'em and I made 'em cry
Like catchin' a concoction from Sarah McLaughlin
The pharaoh was talkin', people want 'em
The beats, beat the freaks, so Bleaker Street, don't even [?]
I kill the track, it's still intact, so why you playin' possum?
I download [?], I thought you knew I'm awesome
I have no idea what you said but I'm pretty sure it's awesome
What?
What?
And if you idiots out there don't know what that is
I'm not gonna tell ya