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[intro: mf doom]
as the life cycle goes on … goes on
and you learn to hold on (hold on)
to things like the mic … the mic
and you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
but who is (the finest!)

[verse 1: tommy gunn _ mf doom]
tommy tashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
time and time and time, my mind, i’m trying to find a tumor
tommy tashuma, no time for humor
as soon as one of ya’ men’s dead in hempstead
you trying to find pumas
sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
we ready to do whatever, yo’ doom you with it?
you know it like a poet, my brother
hey, gunn you wit it? whatever… (the finest!)
[verse 2: mf doom]
i know about going paid to broke, to next day well_off
to bust a sh_ll off, to d_ck_riders: “get the h_ll off”
made a call to a client, he must’ve had his cell off
a show_off, he has the same bike puff fell off
i tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
which n_ggas is wack ’til they last two tracks
matter fact, y’all could wait for the rep to tell
the tall_tale, how he escape from out the depths of h_ll

[verse 3: tommy gunn]
when die, he gon’ die like a soldier die:
holding a swollen eye, drinking olde gold
smoking a stog, watching po_po patrol the beach
blowing my high, rolling by, when gunn die
he gon’ try to preach the streets then go to the sky

[verse 4: mf doom]
yup! that hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
this one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
i need a cut: a taper_up, edge_up
n_ggas can’t measure up, i’m here to get the treasure up

[verse 5: megalon]
stands up and hold ’em high, do or die
he got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
got the weed, rolling lah
not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
within the prophecies hold the lie
[verse 6: mf doom]
he bled my mother and my father, but can’t bleed me, od
ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can’t bleed me
a og, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can’t bleed me
sci_fly, whole style stuck up
used to talk to myself, i told him, “shut the f_ck up!”
buckle up, cause it’s about to be rough
he said, “keep talking that sh_t, you ’bout to be snuffed”
then we squashed it, i let em know: “watch it __
we only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit”
gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
for a p_ssy n_gga face to hit the dance floor

[verse 7: megalon _ mf doom]
i pull ya’ top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
now it’s all good business, and so this b_tch is locked up
on the dance floor: you got knocked out, your b_tch got knocked up
baby_face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
d_mn, i just shook your hand and can’t stand you already
can’t stand you, understand you deadly
but my hammer’s like a band, my man, it’s brand new and heavy
yo’ doom, you ready?
yeah! yo’ gunn, you with it?
whatever

[verse 8: mf doom]
come on stay, i wrote this rhyme on my born_day
remind me of the same style i flipped on “hey!”
yikes! who can f_ck with the likes
of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic’s
metal grill, with many styles, better still
feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
and deal, and run rings around rhymers
and run rings like number runners whose old_timers
[verse 9: megalon]
shorty in the all black, she think she all that
i called her, she said, “don’t call back!”
she called me, now what you call that?
let’s go back, i sold crack
hold gats, smoke that, drink that, toke that
f_ck! where that ho at? where that dough at?

[verse 10: mf doom]
suffering succotash! this hooker broke into his last buck of cash
he love her, motherf_ck her ass
metal feet dented your car fender
my agenda up in the bas_m_nt party tipping the bartender
is unbeknownst to you __ who could get body blown?
mf like mike fran corleone
and got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
an invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
raised by a pack a wild womens like sweetback
front? i’mma be back! (like brothers in the street act)
(surrounded by a bunch a bad b_tches like sweetback)
(f_ck with me i’ll be back)
like n_ggas in the streets act (streets act!)

[outro: sample]
of black misery
the finest

- mf dooom

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