MF DOOM - Kon Karne lyrics

Darker than the East River
Larger than the Empire State
Where the beast who guard
The barbed wire gate
Is on the job not my fate, tired of the wait
'Til the Villain bring deliverance
From the dire strait's
Fire at a higher rate, why debate the liars?
Fliers scatter, buy a plate isolate the wires
Try the straight pliers
If not the vice grips
A real price-saver way to acquire nice whips
What a steal for real on wheels of steel
Stunner, a funner summer
Number-one meal deal-bummer
A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on?
Take your cash, Karma
Or break your fast Ramadan
Transaction drama aw, come on, Barney
Clack, clack pardon me, whack rap con carne
He came to feed the
Childrens like Sally Struthers
After that, he's going back to Cali
Where's the (" love is ")
Wilder than the Nile
Hold power like the great pyramids of Giza
And stay leanin' like the tower of Pisa
Give him something he can feel
That's soft to squeeza raw with the pen
And on the mic off the hezza
Get shot off that wide-eyed talk
And if he had a pot he'd
Still piss on the sidewalk
Can't take the street out the street-person
Lookin' for the perfect beat
Coercion into heat-burstin'
They couldn't spot him on the spot date
Got the only tape that come
With a free hot-plate
Whoever do get to see me sing
With the 3 D-ring sittin'
Stationary like BB king
Can see how it really sting
It ain't no front row
Standing room only at the
Motocross stunt show
The ruckus ain't up to Snuffleupagus
Me and Sub' is like
The brown Smothers Brothers ("My love is ")
Vaster than the seven seas
Bigger than Mount Kilimanjaro
If they don't know, fill 'em in tomorrow
On the horror show
A mental note: return Bob’s record
Swear to God, before he gets a job
He robs an Eckerd
Blessed with a hot flow tested it got dough
Invested in stress
The best to finesse an opto as I reminisce
Never forgot when I was very broke
Shot the Henny straight
Couldn't afford to cop the Cherry Coke
Or should I say, broke with wealth?
To know enough to give them just
Enough rope to yoke they self
Plan B before I take the ring and pawn it
The long arm of the law couldn't
Even put they fingers on it
Dog-gone it do the statistics
How he bust lyrics it's
Too futuristic for ballistics
And far too eccentric for forensics
I dedicate this mix to Subroc
The hip-hop Hendrix "In my pocket, a note
It's from my father"
" from the guard's whip is this a trick?
Why would I resort to
Trickery? You're already a
Prisoner what do I gain by deceiving you?
You can't blame me for being suspicious"
"No" hehe