MF DOOM - Sorcerers

Song Rating: 7.21/10

Song lyrics:

Yo,aint that?
Hes not that cat
Got that, and heο»Ώ never shot that gat
Clever spot rats
Face plate glisten
He got fat and hate for Jake the Snake Plissken
Yall got the wrong tape by mistake
Listen to it, fissin
Crack the safe, his cakes missing
Bats to break to tape this to make in prison
Fake dissing
Bake that the wake twisting

[Lil Sci]
Legend stature
Since the prime factor
Of the blast master
Give the gab mic wrapper rapper ever
Facts with terror
Like bad meaning good though
Im talking some of the finest juice to ever bang in your hood, yo
World notoriety
Recognized by mad society
We supplanting High five so fly
Oh my, skies clear as day
Go sit down in the sunshine
Taking rappers out like lunch time

[ID 4 Windz:]
Its Just one of those
Bullet holes deliver k**er notes
Silence never spoke violence
Keep quiet while you wildin try to live the island
Nonsense left a column of 80 Gs behind him
Still crime affects time on the island
Nickel and diming the hustles optional
Powerful moves
Copped two work shifts block, sigh, giga 2
Under the table
The tammy food blaze with
Stay paid if the name fits you

Who went back and made yall the boss of us

[ID 4 Windz:]
Its the rawest MCs that floss like


[Lil Sci:]
Its furthering the era that most know of

Everywhere he go they go
That hoes show love
Thank god for the buddha
Tank armor suitor

[Lil Sci:]
Word kama sutra user

Stank mama recruiter

[Lil Sci:]
Broad set fools up

[ID 4 Windz:]
Dawg get your j**els up (buddha)
Get your j**els up
Get your j**els up
Superstar, all pro
The crash speaks alone
Mastered this closed casket
Pro savages
Poor travelers, hunger reach streets battlers
Money the dollar the dream gaffled up
Scalpel cut broke
Dope gettin that smoke definite
Gold record hits spin it grind forever get it
Dodge clever building Cheddar feeling
Keep the better living
Miscellaneous thoughts
Getting millions
Know that feeling

[Lil Sci:]
Youve had enough of that
85 job talking
Loonie schemes
Something right off the movie screens
Burn Hollywood like arson
More powers than Austin
Sound awesome
Pump these sounds often
Last chance to come off son
For more to come in the mental auditorium
Without forcing him
Strung him up on the last joint but it dont stop
Doing this so the world could rock
Who blows spots?

Mommy look, he talking to himself
And walking fast
On the ave haulking a**
With the walkman on blast
Coby headphones whack
At least he knows its only chrome casette
Only the best you can get off the black market
Tell it
Find these truer hell strategies
Sell it like, Chinese dude that sell batteries
Two dollar for change for a aqua blue benjie
These were brand new
He grew stingy gingerly

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 12:03