CZARFACE, MF DOOM, Kendra Morris - Czarwyn's Theory of People Getting Loose lyrics

Usual suspects again (Usual suspects at it)
Mr black
(Mr black) Mr brown (Mr brown, all day)
Mr irish
(Mr irish) Mr greek (Mr greek, all day, ay)
We been at it for hours (Hours)
We searched this whole industry
(Whole industry)
And we couldn't find no dope
(Found no dope, all day)
I mean, there's no fuckin' dope
(All day, ay, no fuckin' dope)

They love me 'cause I talk my shit
They love me more 'cause I walk my shit
War with the gift, score with it
Jordan assists shorter blip, beat the beat
Stick a fork in this shit
Don't trip, forfeit, it's the Brothers Grimm
Yo, how they kill a body and
Still party like it wasn't them?
Fire supplier
Droppin' game like I'm Urban Meyеr
The sire leavе your eyes
Wider than Suburban tires
Rebel the great, whatever it takes
No pressin' the brakes
You hate? You could never debate
I'm settin' ya straight, wait
No scale could measure the weight
The bottom line is your head on a plate, mate
(CZARFACE)
I pull strings like I'm playin' the harp
I really live it, you just playin' the part
Make way for the shark, I'm colder
Strictly business is the soldier
Steady knockin' like a witness of Jehovah
(Come with me)

Metal mask, get harassed, say it's true
Forget the past
Bring your liquor, get the flask
Tap your cigarette to ash
Feel it quicker, get to blast
This is sicker than this trash
Guard my ninjas in the cash
You begin to bet the stash
Chicken dinners, up to task
Toes pressin' on your throat
Wonderin', "Is this the end?" Good question
You know who
On a better note, better than racketeerin'
Sellin' dope not obvious
Present a risk like bending down
To get the soap (Ah)

That kinda separates me from everybody else
You know, my mask, so, I love it
Look at this freakin' loaf of bread
That my buddy Piero baked today
Holy shit (There, fall back)

I can see clear in the dark, beauty
Imperial March all my material sharp
That's how I tear 'em apart
I'm magic like Houdini
My gambit down low but no Luccini
Hoodied up like Jawa, Utinni
Rest look like Blue Meanie
People likin' me to question
Nobody can truly see me
When it comes to rap
I'm as brutal as Mussolini
My patience wearing thin
I'm Ratjakowski at arenas
Sorta, Joaquin Phoenix, remix of the Joker
Listen, it's bulimic, a demon
Barbera steez how I part the seas
If they speakin' like they Mola Ram
Without heart to squeeze
Barely sleepin' 'cause they heart disease
Your arteries are filled with bars
The beats and every mark a P
I swear they all unique
I'm David Harbour meets a Marley beat
The way I get biz and give 'em hell, boy
Leave you in the dirt
Like Barry Larkin cleats, spaced out
Like how a Martian speaks
Ironic, how you sound like a
Salesman when you rockin' when in fact
It's me who had zero interest
In what you're droppin'
Or concocted, unlock it, so stick
A sock in it, i'm dominant
Like Tyson Fury boxin', I'm prominent
Yo, I heard your crew was
Poppin' shit, but now, not so often
I caught 'em and I made 'em cry
Like ads for dog adoption
From Sarah McLachlan
The pharaoh was talkin', people want 'em
The beats beat the freaks
So Bleeker Street don't need to scorn 'em
I kill the track, it's still intact
So why you playin' possum?
I download packs and red lines
I thought you knew I'm awesome

I have no idea what you said
But I'm pretty sure it's awesome what?
What? And if you idiots out there
Don't know what that is
I'm not gonna tell ya