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Social Distortion
MF DOOM
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Prince Po
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In the social world, the modern age has changed everything
But we still find that we are in the midst of confusion
For the love of Christ, I don't need ice to leave you froze
Turn your brains to toothpaste, squeeze 'til it blows
Grim Reaper with rap flows, raps and trap those
Attack foes who lack respect, get head cracked, oh
Survival the movement, madness, domestic abuse and
Extortion, organized confusion, teenage abortion
Tossed and forced in prostitution
9/11 Distorted the large proportion
We was one unit (Word)
Now we back to being monkeys in mosh pits
Drama and mayhem soon as the dark sits
Spark the heart, Bacardi Dark, lodi-dodi inside
For the masi bodyguard, respect the art
Black max with smarts for special effects that'll light up your heart
Me and the mic is like the bite of a shark
Ignite and blow the bullshit right off the chart
Out the hood, misunderstood, I gotta stay sharp
Remarkable with this modern-day art, pose the soldier from Rosewood
Vanilla Dutch touch that's so hood
Blaze like blueberry haze, you know how we roll in these last days
Smash cats in the raps with the cash stage
Prudence Po, spittin' that '89 crack flow
Tap ho, bounce out the back door and not without a gat though
Danger Mouse came with that bend back, the big grim track
Get back, Po
Is that so? The first hip-hop chat show
Whoever talk slick get they lip popped by fatso (Pop-pop)
Bum, feel the sting linger
Wrote this humdinger with a dislocated bling finger
Still king of the hill, it's the DOOM hour
When he came to spit more gibberish than Boomhauer, man
Wigs'll bleed with the quick speed
Drag 'em backstage like the tiger nigga did Siegfried
Caught a deal on a sawed-off, bought off soup and sales
And a hood chick, just to ward off the groupie males
Most will boast that his flows is coastal
I hope he get on the mic and don't go postal
But keep it blissful, it's wishful thinkin'
Fistful of drinkin', fistful of Lincolns
Pistol full of lead with one in the head
And a fanbase that spread from the unborn to undead
Done said, terror alert, hide
Dress code when it's stress mode is shirt and tie
A certain guy told her ignore the mask
A flirt in a skirt to make you beg for the ass
Baby got back, maybe got black
In a stranger house, Danger Mouse gave him hot tracks
Asked him could he bark on the beat and spark Cali
Villain not the cat you wanna meet in a dark alley
Today, we are not pleased with anything social at
If we don't like the way we look, this phony society has
Fixed where we can get most anything we want possible
Isn't that right?
If a person is not pleased with his outlook or the
Way he looks, this phony society has so fixed that
He can get whatever else it takes to fix him up
For example, if we're not pleased with the hair that
The Lord has given us, we can always purchase false hair
Excuse me now
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