MF DOOM, Kurious - ? (Extended Raw Rhymes Version) lyrics

131 years savage generation
One recipe enough said
Jack Daniels old number 7 B
Quality, Tennessee, sour mash whiskey

Ooh, so many flows
Shit goes, so many ways down and below
20-10 thousand leagues under the sea
Motherfuckers never know it was me
Oh, that nigga' flew so many flows
It's like so many fly colors on the hoe toes
God dammit, motherfucker ruling whole planet
Gimme' two times, cut no shit, nah, fuck it
I'm coming through kicked the bucket one day
Motherfuckers never see a nigga parlay
Like, lay in the cut, like, he never knew
Motherfucker, Super Villain
And who the fuck is you? Ooh

One two, one two in order TO make a jam, kid
We gotta' get it back up in the zone


Mad shit the way we be spittin
When the writing shit is on
I'm fucking it up cause right now

See Imma be serious my next verse
Imma just be serious (yeah)
I be starting to laugh, that's my problem

That's my problem too
My shit sound like on some funny shit
You know what's hot? The way we keep talking
I'm taking off the headphones to talk to you
But it's dope
Cause we talkin' and still doin'
It to the music

So wait, then the beat's too loud?
I keep the beats kinda low
Like this and shit

No, nah I don't the levels are fucked up
Oh you mean to keep the tone down?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, kinda like riding
Like right there, right there, be like yo
(The sound facts on the whole situation is)
(Good things)

Nope-a nope, nope

He cleans his metal mask with gasoline
They after him
Last seen pulling a chick like a
Fiend pull a fast one
Can't put shit past him
Got niggas on his own team
Mad enough to blast him
Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man
Stand close to his main man like a chain gang
Who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew
That's no mystery what Hardy Boys
Do with Nancy Drew
Sorta with her drawers down quarter
The extorter bring slaughter like
"Well I oughta"
I suggest you hand over the formula doula
A villain in your land, in his land a ruler
Hard hitting like puffing a
Woola with Lieutenant Uhura
Every day feel like it's an
Off day with Ferris Bueller
Brother pull heat to prove they not sweet
No matter how you spell it
We still got beats

People question how we live
Question what we give
Take it to the next leave 'em
Where they can't see me
Still they judge, but they be butt ass
Twist that wig like a muppet, keep it simple
Can't truss it
Light's the fuel, mic is the tool
Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel
Finish what I start mastered the art
Living hell can't explain it
Inhale confuse it more, cop the 44
Contemplate, meditate, dictate
I direct my direct fate, coming of late
Kurious, can I say shit
Do it for CottleRock, do it for KNit (RIP)
K-N-I T, Sub R-O-C (Eternally for M-IC)
Only we save we yeah,? (word up)
All ya'll punk motherfuckers get schooled
Slammed on sight

By candlelight my hand will write these
Rhymes 'til I'm burnt out
Mostly from experience
Shit that I learned about
Topics and views, generally concerned about
With different ways to come up and earn clout
I take a look at my life and pace the trails
From Tablik and savage females with
Fake nails to face veils
You out your frame but still bagging 'em too
You know I know
These hoes be asking me if I'm you
Like my twin brother
We did everything together
From hundred raka'at salats to
Copping butter leathers
Remember when you went and got
The dark blue Ballys i had all the different
Color Cazals and Gazelles
The "SUBROC" three-finger ring with the
Ruby in the "O", ock
Truly the illest dynamic duo
On the whole block
I keep a flick of you with
The machete sword in your hand
Everything is going according to plan man