MF DOOM - Ballskin lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[MF DOOM - Ballskin lyrics]
M-m-m-m!
The flow is toe in, precision as an afro trim
All big letters but isn't no acronym
Smack the thin grin off a
Chin for crack smoking dDT the first bar
Leave this track back broken
Chrome grown men doing business
With Anglo-Sax and them
Lacking swing but that banjo's so relaxing
As the wax spin, hacking axes in the wind
Pretend it's just a pen
See if you can pencil 'em in
Tense, mention men of honor fenced in
Census is tens
The wheels fall off then it's the end
Don't get keelhauled in
Villain always been, feel real
Genuine ballskin
Not to call the whole crowd out
It's just a few chumps
And you know who you are like a shoutout
Place 'em in your loud mouth and
Taste 'em like a pastry
Waste of space face hastily
Bow out gracefully
Disappear, reappear and disappear again
Villain not his hair, he's no Afro-American
If that's the case
He'd be a bald headed African
Taking all the credit and jetted
Astral traveling
Turn a man into a mannequin for AFLAC'n
And being tough actin' Tinactin bluff jacking
He wears a mask so when he dogs his face
Each and every race, could absorb the bass
In the place to be
Don't believe the hyperbole
It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally
Or beat in the head with lead pipe languages
For street cred
Leave him for dead in anguishments
The slang suggest it was the
Guy in the glasses
Who came to help the people with
They minds in they asses
You set trip and get a grip like Spalding
These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin
The flow is toe in, precision as an afro trim
All big letters but isn't no acronym
Smack the thin grin off a
Chin for crack smoking dDT the first bar
Leave this track back broken
Chrome grown men doing business
With Anglo-Sax and them
Lacking swing but that banjo's so relaxing
As the wax spin, hacking axes in the wind
Pretend it's just a pen
See if you can pencil 'em in
Tense, mention men of honor fenced in
Census is tens
The wheels fall off then it's the end
Don't get keelhauled in
Villain always been, feel real
Genuine ballskin
Not to call the whole crowd out
It's just a few chumps
And you know who you are like a shoutout
Place 'em in your loud mouth and
Taste 'em like a pastry
Waste of space face hastily
Bow out gracefully
Disappear, reappear and disappear again
Villain not his hair, he's no Afro-American
If that's the case
He'd be a bald headed African
Taking all the credit and jetted
Astral traveling
Turn a man into a mannequin for AFLAC'n
And being tough actin' Tinactin bluff jacking
He wears a mask so when he dogs his face
Each and every race, could absorb the bass
In the place to be
Don't believe the hyperbole
It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally
Or beat in the head with lead pipe languages
For street cred
Leave him for dead in anguishments
The slang suggest it was the
Guy in the glasses
Who came to help the people with
They minds in they asses
You set trip and get a grip like Spalding
These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin