JJ DOOM - Banished lyrics
[JJ DOOM - Banished lyrics]
Refused out the US, he ain't even Spanish
Oaxacado, sock with the hole toe
Miss the mean streets of LA, a pot hole pro
The goal though in the nick of time
To kick a slicker rhyme
Do your face like Nickey the Line
No, not deported
Be a little minute before things get sorted
Known to get money, never got caught kid
Escape with a soft skid, short bid
Knock on wood, dope on plastic
Rocks so hood, hope on spastic
Putting on the Ritz
Put your bullshit facial recognition on fritz
I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken
Paid to spit it like a bad piece of bacon
Take the bread even if you gotta lay down on
The ground and fake dead
Grab that, way out the habitat
Where the rabbit's is at
Far from the lab rats man's right to know
Contemplate that as these hands write to flow
It ain't done yet he let you know some of
The results come sunset
Till then pack your bowl
Jack into your crack ho with black soul coal
Tune the diamond just so you know it
Ain't some buffoon rhymin'
Hey, watch your tonsils
End up in the hospital, not responsible
Bust that gizzard
Then start to think how it ain't
Worth the risk is it?
Third degree black belt flow
Whip his monkey ass till the track felt slow
Melt snow, now that's gold
Blow on 'em, make fronts, wow that's cold
Stole'ded 'em, throws them dice
Cool 'em down, set to mo' flow with ice
Like liquid nitrogen ain't no wins
Macro- to micro-thin, it's your skin
Villain strikes again
Equivalent a hundred thousand
Milligram Vicodin
Not for nuttin', your guess is worth more
Barefoot doin' the James on a dirt floor
Dirt poor
Like, "Don't get your shirt tore, boy"
Crown of thorns
His chain made of razorblades
Gown adorned, homemade blazer suede
Bout to retire
Set up somewhere in the sun and breathe fire
That include tipsy getting
We get it in like your Big Fat Gypsy Wedding
No more thugging
And don't think you won't get slapped kid
You're bugging
It's all love, rhyme with more dough
Remind me of the fine-wine, time raw flow
It's like a worn-in suit
On his shoot, morning commute, torn boot
What a gnarly scene publicity stunt
Get paid on some Charlie Sheen
Sell Monsanto a barley bean
And have a meeting-up with
Multiple party machine watch DOOM's laser
Graze you more worse than an Occam's razor
Not to interrupt
But anybody else notice time speeding up?
Make your local police worried monthly
And won't be nowhere nears your country
Grown and got no time for 'em
Lap songs, belly tunes, nylons or iPhone
Bitches do a knock-knee, slack jaw
Don't speak Afrikaans, cockney, or patois
Alhamdulillah, last off the corner
Only thing he miss is blastin' off a warner
Supervillain, smooth sicko
Why oh why did I leave that Veuve Clicquot?
That's not up for debate
Be straighter than straight off a
Big gulp of V8 if she wasn't so bent
She'd know how the camel got
His nose in the tent please, enough's enough
Don't get snuffed with the key to the cuffs
G's on your bluffs keys to the cuffs
Please, enough's enough!