Bishop Nehru, MF DOOM - MEATHEAD lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[Bishop Nehru, MF DOOM - MEATHEAD lyrics]
I sip a hot tea
Watchin' Archie flip on Meathead
And left the page Rip
Torn writin' what the beat said
On the mic he's heat-red
Ghetto and street-bred
All crooked DTs and feds can eat
Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he
Is who he is, is who he be
Mind your biz for me
It could even help you in the long run
What good's a song if the jawn's no fun, son?
Shogun, invisible armor level 5
Couldn't penetrate the bomber
With your llama, stay alive
Playin' jive, beamin' on the telemetry
Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC
Although prefer the term "rhymer"
Third-timer slurred word primer, dime a mama
And make sure it stay tight, it's only right
Own the daylight and the night life
They bite trife
From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit
Ask him
Do he really give a fuck-shit? Tuck it
No ice bucket list, suck it
Struck a nugget, duck, kid
When I die, fuck it
I guess I prefer me goin' to Hell
Because Earth is truly the same
So the difference I'll never tell
He send it like it's the mail
Captain Bishy set his sail
Excel like Microsoft on all
Of these other fails his trail never derail
His mental's the Holy Grail
As the stress gets released from
The simplest of inhales
It's sealed from all the chantin'
Like he holdin' up a strike
The mic's his only light, alikes
My only vice advice is like a satellite
I see them try and dish
Feel I'm dyin' in the skies, I've
Been grantin' this kid's wish, it's
Kinda ridiculous like thoughts
Of Saint Nicholas breakin' in
Leavin' gifts for all the
World's underprivileged kids
Quit with the ignorance
The emperor's legitimate
And learn to never give a shit
They never gettin' it, I'm makin' it clear
All the haze took focus
As these jokers appear i been acceleratin'
I already know where to steer
He save face, no brakes
I'm just peepin' the rear
And I been livin' out of love
They livin' in they fear
I change ways, I'm cruisin'
But never changin' the gears
They say that he back actually
I been at it for years
Dreams the side-view mirror
They closer than they appear
Just beware of the emperor
I play the game's vendor
He raps Wes Anderson
Directin' these beginners too illustrious
I leave the sucker fit's to the pretenders
Made tenders as I played Simba, nigga
That's dinner i remember when my shine was
A little bit dimmer
Now it's bright, and the light
I leave 'em blind from the shimmer
They tryna play the blinds, I
Leave 'em fallin' like, "timber"
Designed to rise from this abyss
This kid's art differs
Like shivers, he's the coldest vibe alive
And it's evident
I put the pride to the side, it's irrelevant
A angel like mine know mine heaven sent
And this the best it gets, bitch
Watchin' Archie flip on Meathead
And left the page Rip
Torn writin' what the beat said
On the mic he's heat-red
Ghetto and street-bred
All crooked DTs and feds can eat
Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he
Is who he is, is who he be
Mind your biz for me
It could even help you in the long run
What good's a song if the jawn's no fun, son?
Shogun, invisible armor level 5
Couldn't penetrate the bomber
With your llama, stay alive
Playin' jive, beamin' on the telemetry
Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC
Although prefer the term "rhymer"
Third-timer slurred word primer, dime a mama
And make sure it stay tight, it's only right
Own the daylight and the night life
They bite trife
From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit
Ask him
Do he really give a fuck-shit? Tuck it
No ice bucket list, suck it
Struck a nugget, duck, kid
When I die, fuck it
I guess I prefer me goin' to Hell
Because Earth is truly the same
So the difference I'll never tell
He send it like it's the mail
Captain Bishy set his sail
Excel like Microsoft on all
Of these other fails his trail never derail
His mental's the Holy Grail
As the stress gets released from
The simplest of inhales
It's sealed from all the chantin'
Like he holdin' up a strike
The mic's his only light, alikes
My only vice advice is like a satellite
I see them try and dish
Feel I'm dyin' in the skies, I've
Been grantin' this kid's wish, it's
Kinda ridiculous like thoughts
Of Saint Nicholas breakin' in
Leavin' gifts for all the
World's underprivileged kids
Quit with the ignorance
The emperor's legitimate
And learn to never give a shit
They never gettin' it, I'm makin' it clear
All the haze took focus
As these jokers appear i been acceleratin'
I already know where to steer
He save face, no brakes
I'm just peepin' the rear
And I been livin' out of love
They livin' in they fear
I change ways, I'm cruisin'
But never changin' the gears
They say that he back actually
I been at it for years
Dreams the side-view mirror
They closer than they appear
Just beware of the emperor
I play the game's vendor
He raps Wes Anderson
Directin' these beginners too illustrious
I leave the sucker fit's to the pretenders
Made tenders as I played Simba, nigga
That's dinner i remember when my shine was
A little bit dimmer
Now it's bright, and the light
I leave 'em blind from the shimmer
They tryna play the blinds, I
Leave 'em fallin' like, "timber"
Designed to rise from this abyss
This kid's art differs
Like shivers, he's the coldest vibe alive
And it's evident
I put the pride to the side, it's irrelevant
A angel like mine know mine heaven sent
And this the best it gets, bitch