Dabrye, MF DOOM - Air lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[Dabrye, MF DOOM - Air lyrics]
The beat is sicker than the
Blood in your stool
The way it repeats can trick
Ya like a stuttering fool
Uttering butter king jewels
His mudda been cool
Schooled her how to wash away the
Crud in the drool pool
Made his chrome dome glisten
At first he couldn't tell she
Had a chromosome missin'
Kept a spare somewhere
In these underwear, he swear
It helped her get the gum out her hair
They need to get they thumb out they rears
And show some skills the one time
They come out in years
Instead of dumbin' out in fears
Of they own shadow
In a game that swell 'em up
To dead 'em like cattle
Take your rattle and skedaddle
Before you get a whippin' with
The pen and pad paddle
Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes
Than molecules in air
The track was like a thorn in his back
As for the rhymes, I'll
Give y'all fair warnin', it's crack
Whoever start to smokin', come back
Quit or catch a heart attack
Up in some bum shack
Sharper than a thumb tack
His body was a temple made
Of chemicals to the dimple
To him still it wasn't so simple
Kept his right and left hand beefin'
One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin'
But first
This song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes
Hit you with a direct blow, bo!
Souped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip
Before they put the system in
And had it all stripped
It ain't no need to trip
Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip
Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer
Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air
Blood in your stool
The way it repeats can trick
Ya like a stuttering fool
Uttering butter king jewels
His mudda been cool
Schooled her how to wash away the
Crud in the drool pool
Made his chrome dome glisten
At first he couldn't tell she
Had a chromosome missin'
Kept a spare somewhere
In these underwear, he swear
It helped her get the gum out her hair
They need to get they thumb out they rears
And show some skills the one time
They come out in years
Instead of dumbin' out in fears
Of they own shadow
In a game that swell 'em up
To dead 'em like cattle
Take your rattle and skedaddle
Before you get a whippin' with
The pen and pad paddle
Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear
He came with more rhymes
Than molecules in air
The track was like a thorn in his back
As for the rhymes, I'll
Give y'all fair warnin', it's crack
Whoever start to smokin', come back
Quit or catch a heart attack
Up in some bum shack
Sharper than a thumb tack
His body was a temple made
Of chemicals to the dimple
To him still it wasn't so simple
Kept his right and left hand beefin'
One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin'
But first
This song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes
Hit you with a direct blow, bo!
Souped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip
Before they put the system in
And had it all stripped
It ain't no need to trip
Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip
Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer
Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air