CZARFACE, MF DOOM - Ka-Bang! lyrics
CZARFACE
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[CZARFACE, MF DOOM - Ka-Bang! lyrics]
Freddie, hey whats wrong with ya?
Oh no, gas! Behold, the Armored One!
A grown-ass man, mind from a trash can
And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam
Whoosh! Like a flash bang
Crash the Shazam Van
Made it with the stashed cash
And his black ash hand
Bring on the last man standing, he can hang
Did the Shang-A-Lang then caught him
Ka-Bang!
Drone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam
Known as a king who do rings on a mass scam
Overthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam'
Rock it like a sun's splash jam
She had the color
Came first place on the can-can band stand
Face like Ann Landers, ask my man, man man
Bitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan
Don't get smacked with the practice hand
Not one to grand stand
Get it on a low-low gram
Ampersand handstand gas can
"For every super menace
There seems to be a super hero
To rise in fearless challenge"
I'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks
Fire, and desire, call it water for chocolate
The spark in the darkness
Marvelous hard shit
Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick
Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with
No discussion, nor argument
No trust, no partnership
Respect, get me 'spect but
The rest get hardship
My bars get funky like a playoff armpit
You living in your mom's crib
Driving your broad's whip
I'm on it, strong grip holding my fork with
I'm on it, strong piff
Floating my thoughts with
Nah I ain't feeling what y'all spit
All of 'em talk shit
Call a coroner for these corpses
Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict
Live from the battlefield swords, and horses
"Seconds later
The villain was in the cockpit"
Break out the fine china
Tired of dining on a garbage rhymer
Quick on the draw like an art designer
Filthy like a carpet miner
Masked men not from comic con
I'm hungry like Olajuwon
Playing through Ramadan
Phenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung
Run run
'fore I come undone and eat her lung lung
Um um, stuck in '95 like Rust Cohle
Bust souls
Punch sneaker heads through their gum soles
Holding 'em
And folding 'em a tough soul controlling them
Emo rappers cry along like
There's no Rust-Oleum
The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian
No salvation shall take place
This Czar with the Metal Face
Rebel based, mayday mayday
I'm out for that JJ Abrams style pay day
I catch deer on foot
Snatch eagles mid flight
Crashing through your skylight with
Scott Summers eyesight
Easy, Scott, baby, don't lose control
Gotta' focus all my power into one tiny beam
Hold steady, steady
If I can't blast through, I'll burn through!
Oh no, gas! Behold, the Armored One!
A grown-ass man, mind from a trash can
And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam
Whoosh! Like a flash bang
Crash the Shazam Van
Made it with the stashed cash
And his black ash hand
Bring on the last man standing, he can hang
Did the Shang-A-Lang then caught him
Ka-Bang!
Drone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam
Known as a king who do rings on a mass scam
Overthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam'
Rock it like a sun's splash jam
She had the color
Came first place on the can-can band stand
Face like Ann Landers, ask my man, man man
Bitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan
Don't get smacked with the practice hand
Not one to grand stand
Get it on a low-low gram
Ampersand handstand gas can
"For every super menace
There seems to be a super hero
To rise in fearless challenge"
I'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks
Fire, and desire, call it water for chocolate
The spark in the darkness
Marvelous hard shit
Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick
Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with
No discussion, nor argument
No trust, no partnership
Respect, get me 'spect but
The rest get hardship
My bars get funky like a playoff armpit
You living in your mom's crib
Driving your broad's whip
I'm on it, strong grip holding my fork with
I'm on it, strong piff
Floating my thoughts with
Nah I ain't feeling what y'all spit
All of 'em talk shit
Call a coroner for these corpses
Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict
Live from the battlefield swords, and horses
"Seconds later
The villain was in the cockpit"
Break out the fine china
Tired of dining on a garbage rhymer
Quick on the draw like an art designer
Filthy like a carpet miner
Masked men not from comic con
I'm hungry like Olajuwon
Playing through Ramadan
Phenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung
Run run
'fore I come undone and eat her lung lung
Um um, stuck in '95 like Rust Cohle
Bust souls
Punch sneaker heads through their gum soles
Holding 'em
And folding 'em a tough soul controlling them
Emo rappers cry along like
There's no Rust-Oleum
The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian
No salvation shall take place
This Czar with the Metal Face
Rebel based, mayday mayday
I'm out for that JJ Abrams style pay day
I catch deer on foot
Snatch eagles mid flight
Crashing through your skylight with
Scott Summers eyesight
Easy, Scott, baby, don't lose control
Gotta' focus all my power into one tiny beam
Hold steady, steady
If I can't blast through, I'll burn through!