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Hooks Is Extra
MF DOOM
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He walk around town with a frown like Homie the Clown
Shell toe Lee crown, well blow me down
Blau, hell no, he sound funny
Out of bounds, tryna cop a pound with brown money
Keep the change, peep game, deranged
Inches on the fringes of a deep, steep, estranged
One that met a dread at the swine roast
Find him in the zone up ahead near the signpost
Follow the beat, you won't stumble
Shut your mouth, swallow your feet or try and rumble
Indiscreet, they lie and mumble
Catch him in the street, dead humble as Brian Gumbel crying fumble
Don't let him get the call
Keep a stack of diss rhymes, one size fits all
Tries to avoid the pitfalls
Or else get hit in the eye with an old dry spitball
You must be crazy out your mind
Even on the days he feel lazy, he shout rhymes
No chains, no bracelets get outshined
When he come blazing, people say it's about time
The old guard with the old gold gold card
When he's on a roll, it's no holds barred, no lard
In the record game on some Beauregard
So many naked dames, he might blow his whole wad
You learn something new every day
Go ahead and burn, it ain't nothing to do anyway
'Cept sell tracks out the Chevrolet like lemonade
And go gold in the hood so we can get ghetto paid
Now that's using the old cranium
Like a jewelry cat who sold him fake plaque uranium
Guaranteed to turn necks green like the Hulk
Have 'em manufactured by machine in bulk
Then rock and roll like stop drop
And if they got sold, then welcome to the sock hop
Hip, bebop at your block mom and pop shop
Time it when it comes to rhyming, it's chop chop
Keep it lit 'til the last stroke of the pen
And you don't quit like you quit smoking again
They said he keep his lyrics poked in a tin
And his secret recipe, soak it in some gin
Brings the heat like a radiator
Stays on beat with the mask like a gladiator
His sword is the mic cord
And he came to turn it out like a dyke broad out the psych ward
I recollect when he first took the sector
He used to connect the dot styles as a mic checker
Told him give the deposit, book the lecture
The crooked look wrecker, hooks is extra
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