DANGERDOOM, Money Mark - No Names lyrics

[DANGERDOOM, Money Mark - No Names lyrics]

Well, Debbie thinks this is all
About her biological clock and I
She stopped screaming long enough
To tell you that?
Huh? No no no no, no, the other Debbie
Debbie the teacher
Oh, you mean - Black Debbie!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Why is she "Black" Debbie?
No, not in a bad way
It's just to tell them apart because she's
Black!

True DOOM rolled on through with a whole crew
That stole owning for holding old brew
Who told you?
Even if it's crap, mind your own business
They raps ain't got no gift
Like a lonely Christmas
Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh
How they manage to deal is anybody's guess
Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine
From the hood where you squeeze your nine
Off the free cheese line
All you saw was a ho do a bee's line
To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape
The sweet kind
Circle you, thicker by de-sign
Behind swingin' like bring it back
Come rewind uhh, excuse me boo
She stuck out her tongue
It was purple number two
FDA approved played it smoother than a durag
What a brother gotta do to get
A taste a some of you?
Bagged, and he don't mean coach
Then she saw the mask
Acted like she seen a roach
The mirror shine reflect colors
Like your CD's show love to others
We all brothers like the Bee Gees
All except the broads and you
Hold your applause, they break God's laws
And who pays? The taxpayer that's who
Catch a rapper by his toe
And smack off his tattoos
That's gonna leave a bruise
Leave 'em grievin' blues like
Believin' in evenin' news
They must be eatin' glue
Heave it all back and we even Steven Sue
Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew
And sneezin' all in it after
Breathin' in the flu
Get a clue, his reasonin' is askew
As to all the feverin' and heavin' up goo
Either that or, dude
Leave your girl around this man
Whore and she's too screwed
Just in case she's in a
"what you wanna do" mood
Bring your plate to the Metal Face
And get your food chewed tastes like chicken
He wastes no time like
The bassline kickin' in
Or like a lace eye with
You through thick and thin
Raw humor, face pie to a frickin' chin
New York'n, a hell of a finer town
Choose your words wisely from the
Boogie Down to Chinatown
Or be found with a hole in your designer gown
In the role of public opinion
It earned a minor frown
If you think you're slick
You might can whisper, uh
As a few good men set sights
To link with your chick
You have to find a new hen
Fight to drink your liq' ten years later
See how Enzyte'll shrink your- wallet
As you wallow in a sorrow pit
Cheers, is that your beer
Kid? Then swallow it
Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo-
Flow so weird
His own peers couldn't follow it
On the phone, he sounded like a real paid
(Whoa, whoa, whoa) then we met in person
He was three shades blacker
That's why he say money over
Ball and chain dames
We all the same, no callin' names
I'm as smart as him! What? I got PhD's in
Four scientific disciplines
Really? (Why do you think they call me Dr quinn?)
Um, I just thought that was a nickname
You know like, Dr dre, Eastside!

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