CZARFACE, MF DOOM, Del the Funky Homosapien - Jason & The Czargonauts lyrics
CZARFACE
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[CZARFACE, MF DOOM, Del the Funky Homosapien - Jason & The Czargonauts lyrics]
Tryna win it "Anybody ever tell you look
Like the FACECZAR" i get that all the time
King on the board
Got 'em eyeing my next move
Your boy more water than Poseidon and Neptune
I bless fools, still in the rec room
Flow so scientific as if it's
Fresh out a test tube
I'm true like the right answer
Known to swing big
This is par 5 at the Masters
The side-eyes hardly matter
Fuck all the gossip and chatter
I'm gaining weight now, my
Pockets are fatter, yeah deck spaz
Apocalypse Now soon as the check cash
I spend half then flee the
Scene on a jet craft
Non-believers, see 'em with they jaws wide
I tear 'em up inside like a mom's cry
I'm from SI
Don't mistake me for the next guy
You feel me youngin? Watch a vet ride
And consider yourself highly
Privileged to eyewitness
The mind twisted that I exhibit, dig it?
I leave you right beside
The fishes, not personal, it's business
Last wishes then it's over with the quickness
CZARFACE my gun can't stop it
Son of a bitch, son of a bitch
I'm hard to kill so guard your
Grill until it's over with
CZARFACE and DOOM been pro
Mask before Corona hit
Legacy, so solidified that you
Can plank on it
Your only gun's in your burner account
Bank on it
You talking about killing snitches in one bar
You call your man your shooter
Now he barely can come far
Claimin' you movin' them bricks with killers
And goons in your clique
But I saw you grooving in
Lululemon and Zumba with chicks
And that's okay
But don't tell me you locked in
With the Glock in both socks when
You really in hot spin
My pen game is Endgame, I send flames
Your best dame
Got E-S name engraved on her bedframe
You been lame
With your mind on the methane, saying
"Eso gettin' gassed"
But I can pull the last when
I'm at Esso getting gas
CZAR i heard Eso was a czar
I heard Deck was a czar
I heard DOOM was a villain
Snatched the bag like the Grinch, dag
It's a cinch
Snagged with the burner and ain't
Seen your man since
Irrelevant to tag if the swag is past-tense
And karma swing backwards and drag
You can't flinch
A thrill you deserve to feel if
Your ass is that dense
Like how you like them apples
Confined to tin shackles
Predisposed tensions like hoes
Sitting in chapels
He in white sands, barin' his black toes
Sippin' a Snapple
Fish taco, Casablanca, Morocco
Stash similar to the National Bank, vato
Got dough, probably some snitch or a sapo
Sing at the top of they lungs
Like chicks in the top row
Plus streams of confetti
Same reason he hardly talk to
Team on his celly
Breakfast continental, cream cheese, jelly
Bread long and smells sea
Breeze at the 'telly
Yo, Dzl the first to show who dependent
On crutches
Pushed down the ramp that descended
Point at the west, commencin' with the speech
It's no handrail, very long, very steep
It may be slippery but I mop accordingly
Falling for it
That's the last thing most importantly
It's like being new and fake at the same time
Momentum ran 'em down ten feet, can't grind
I see it like a cult leader
Holding a mass rally inside
Slash mass-suicide
Bludgeoned right on the peak
Of a sudden spike cuffin' mics
Crushin' massive egos to slush and ice
Nothing like my mentals and the muscle type
Ain't no discussion with munchkins
They just as trife
Destroyed by a mere allegation
Falsely accused, just a clear adolescent
Which son is the right hunt? Try it, chump
Funky Homosapien funky Homosapien
I'm in an impossible fantasy world
It's true, I'm going mad
Like the FACECZAR" i get that all the time
King on the board
Got 'em eyeing my next move
Your boy more water than Poseidon and Neptune
I bless fools, still in the rec room
Flow so scientific as if it's
Fresh out a test tube
I'm true like the right answer
Known to swing big
This is par 5 at the Masters
The side-eyes hardly matter
Fuck all the gossip and chatter
I'm gaining weight now, my
Pockets are fatter, yeah deck spaz
Apocalypse Now soon as the check cash
I spend half then flee the
Scene on a jet craft
Non-believers, see 'em with they jaws wide
I tear 'em up inside like a mom's cry
I'm from SI
Don't mistake me for the next guy
You feel me youngin? Watch a vet ride
And consider yourself highly
Privileged to eyewitness
The mind twisted that I exhibit, dig it?
I leave you right beside
The fishes, not personal, it's business
Last wishes then it's over with the quickness
CZARFACE my gun can't stop it
Son of a bitch, son of a bitch
I'm hard to kill so guard your
Grill until it's over with
CZARFACE and DOOM been pro
Mask before Corona hit
Legacy, so solidified that you
Can plank on it
Your only gun's in your burner account
Bank on it
You talking about killing snitches in one bar
You call your man your shooter
Now he barely can come far
Claimin' you movin' them bricks with killers
And goons in your clique
But I saw you grooving in
Lululemon and Zumba with chicks
And that's okay
But don't tell me you locked in
With the Glock in both socks when
You really in hot spin
My pen game is Endgame, I send flames
Your best dame
Got E-S name engraved on her bedframe
You been lame
With your mind on the methane, saying
"Eso gettin' gassed"
But I can pull the last when
I'm at Esso getting gas
CZAR i heard Eso was a czar
I heard Deck was a czar
I heard DOOM was a villain
Snatched the bag like the Grinch, dag
It's a cinch
Snagged with the burner and ain't
Seen your man since
Irrelevant to tag if the swag is past-tense
And karma swing backwards and drag
You can't flinch
A thrill you deserve to feel if
Your ass is that dense
Like how you like them apples
Confined to tin shackles
Predisposed tensions like hoes
Sitting in chapels
He in white sands, barin' his black toes
Sippin' a Snapple
Fish taco, Casablanca, Morocco
Stash similar to the National Bank, vato
Got dough, probably some snitch or a sapo
Sing at the top of they lungs
Like chicks in the top row
Plus streams of confetti
Same reason he hardly talk to
Team on his celly
Breakfast continental, cream cheese, jelly
Bread long and smells sea
Breeze at the 'telly
Yo, Dzl the first to show who dependent
On crutches
Pushed down the ramp that descended
Point at the west, commencin' with the speech
It's no handrail, very long, very steep
It may be slippery but I mop accordingly
Falling for it
That's the last thing most importantly
It's like being new and fake at the same time
Momentum ran 'em down ten feet, can't grind
I see it like a cult leader
Holding a mass rally inside
Slash mass-suicide
Bludgeoned right on the peak
Of a sudden spike cuffin' mics
Crushin' massive egos to slush and ice
Nothing like my mentals and the muscle type
Ain't no discussion with munchkins
They just as trife
Destroyed by a mere allegation
Falsely accused, just a clear adolescent
Which son is the right hunt? Try it, chump
Funky Homosapien funky Homosapien
I'm in an impossible fantasy world
It's true, I'm going mad