MF DOOM, King Geedorah, MF Grimm, Rodan - No Snakes Alive (MF EP Version) lyrics

MF DOOM ft king Geedorah, Jet Jaguar
And Rodan - "No Snakes Alive
(MF EP Version) "

Geedorah has arrived
You guys could take five
By the time it’s over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I’m telling you
You’re better off
Then up against the flow that make
Her take her sweater off
From the setoff, when it came to scripts
He could hardly brag
It’s the result of concentration and lollygag
I said
"yeah right" He pulled a mic out a snotty rag
Was sealed up air-tight
And tied up in a body bag
Get an advance and catch
Chance writer’s block after
Spending the first and last penny


My own worst enemy
Tell me if I’m OD and usual flow
And made deals with these cats
Who keep sending dough, so
The Three-Headed set it, never get busted
He’s a man of his word
Who’s yet to be trusted
Beats encrypted, multi-faceted, encrusted
Sweaty palm, keep mic rusted
Sort of mellow type of fellow
Who sometimes spaz on wife like Othello
Hell no he won’t use words like Illuminati
Or Gotti or shotty, he might use karate
Azar the Gaza caught cut, I’ll ask why
A mask with the ball-style caps saying
"That’s fly" exact dough ‘til it stack high
The white hoes, black guys
The rap game’s black eye

Exhilaration, Jet Jag’s accelerations
Touch speeds minds can’t conceive
Achieve altered altitudes and angles
Angels answer
Aura, illumination, awesome interpretation
Awkward alarm, ankle house arrest
Who’s best? Monster Island Czars
Crush pawn dreams to be king
A frank reality, calculation could never be
Quest destined, distant competition dusted
Disgusted, race for second, crowded, clouded
Confusion, conclusion: simple, plain
Self-education, self made millionaires
Serpents slithering, sidewinds searching
Stalking, heat-sensing, can’t have me
Jet Jag’s Rikki Tikki Tavi, superhero
Hit zero to sixty, hot pursuit, pedal to
The floor, handling lyrics, traction
Swerving left, right making head-fakes
Playing high stakes levitates
Quick! Hit breaks, they fly past, hit wall
Parts fly loose, killer mongoose

Fake niggas continue to practice
The art of intimidation
Sterile minds conceiving thought
For artificial insemination
Syntax the sequence, arranging
Lessons so deliberate, making
Wise words clear
But population stay illiterate
Consider it gods refine power, fools
Get rid of it, men build
Dreams on promises but lacking the
Will to deliver it
Yo, I dissolve connivers like saliva
On tic tacs gone
Astray, but get the job done
Like socks that’s mismatched
Flip tracks, murder snakes
Drunk niggas killing six packs
Choking on venom
Suffering tricknological kickbacks
Poverty-stricken minds with thoughts barely
Worth two cents build history through time
Linear design on blueprints
A nuisance lies in disguise
Eighty-Five Percent never knew
Wise men arise and pull
Files like Internal Revenue forever true
Opposing self-evidence with leverage
Upset the beast belly
Concoct homogenized beverage
Clever shit, calculated sabotage
Trojan Horse giftwrapped ambush
Lethal energy in motion that grows in force
Trojan swords strategically aligned
Throughout the underworld
God of Elevation kill Superman
Rape Wondergirl
Fictitious character decapitated
Fake beings susceptible
To everyday occurrence
A fatal outcome’s inevitable

Might as well join the force
Boss chance? Take a loss like a coin-toss
Roll with a double headed nickel
While the partner Jet Jag with the sickle
You in a pickle king Geedorah
Your ass needs to leave him alone
‘Fore he cold-catch a seizure
And then you’re blown
If he ain’t the best, he’s the best in
The top three out of myself, I, and me