MF DOOM, Megalon - Operation: Greenbacks lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[MF DOOM, Megalon - Operation: Greenbacks lyrics]
M-O-N-E-Y never did a thing for L-O-V-IN
Never understand what people's heads are in
Ask me what I need
A fly tramp, that's what she called me
Cause I don't wear no Stetson
Hats like Paul C as y'all see
Who give a fuck? Who know what is it?
These styles will be flipped
To the absolute exquisite
It's like a blizzard
Soon as I got home from ATL
Looked into my baby's face
My boo was like "Well!
I know your types of clientele! Thoughts
Needs" as I held her firmly
Yet gentle as the soft sea she said
"The one with the horse
Weave? The pretty one? Or crazy
Had to touch the tattoo
Through the short sleeve?
Which one you want?" I'm like
"If there was comp? Fuck around
A nigga like me probably run
Up in all three!"
King Geedorah what they call me
Either caesar or baldy
Probably have moved since last y'all saw me
On the D-low, I slaughter solo emcees
They paper-thin
In they Polo, Nautica, or DK men
Amen! It's funny how significance
Make a difference
Notice parables of three in
Every other inference
For instance: "Who wants to
Battle? On the real?
Choose your weapon: microphone, beats
Or the wheels-of-steel"
I own a crown in all three
For getting down without a doubt
I'd like to give a extra special
Out to Jet Jaguar, the sun, moon and star
The Monster Island Czars - y'all
Know who you are get that!
M-O-N-E-Y never did a thing for L-O-V-IN
Coming straight from the black lungs
I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
Stack ones in packs
Done and doing back-to back runs
To my peeps that close
So's ya' knows what's up
Y'all know the dough's quick, hoes that
Mess with 5-O shrimp like, "What?"
Like they wanna shmoosh us
Just to packing the pushers
I'm packing gat then bust a cap at po-po
If they catch us and try to push us
Since when a MINY nigga don't
Be taking no shit?
I be that drug dealing nigga
That be fucking ya' bitch!
What a fella! Like Salt, Pepa, Spinderella
I came to spark the deaf
Dumb and blind like Helen Keller
If I'm not with George of the Jungle
If he not with Stella or either Priscilla
I'm doing dips on Godzilla
Though y'all know he don't play, right?
TNT throws a nigga out a
Moving van in broad daylight
And he was shackled by hands and feet
Then they say he tried to escape
Once his face scraped the concrete
Near the curb on Monster Island, 103 Street
Where brothers run the risk of getting
Swallowed once the Beast eat
I'd rather lay in the cut, collect cash pay
Only TNT I see is Gilligan's castaway
With Mary Jane and Ginger
Oh, from which you spent
The night by accident, i creep like a ninja
When the mack is bent, who can give one fuck?
Get bucked
Get broke up like three-piece nun-chucks
Y'all sun struck, sick to they head-piece
Three headed beast brings the drama
To a dead cease (Get that money, god)
Sick to they head-piece
(Get that money, god, Get that money, god)
(Get that money, god)
Greenbacks the meanest green stacks
M-O-N-E-Y never did a thing for L-O-V-IN
Never ask me what I need, I need your
M-O-N-E-Y
Never understand what people's heads are in
Ask me what I need
A fly tramp, that's what she called me
Cause I don't wear no Stetson
Hats like Paul C as y'all see
Who give a fuck? Who know what is it?
These styles will be flipped
To the absolute exquisite
It's like a blizzard
Soon as I got home from ATL
Looked into my baby's face
My boo was like "Well!
I know your types of clientele! Thoughts
Needs" as I held her firmly
Yet gentle as the soft sea she said
"The one with the horse
Weave? The pretty one? Or crazy
Had to touch the tattoo
Through the short sleeve?
Which one you want?" I'm like
"If there was comp? Fuck around
A nigga like me probably run
Up in all three!"
King Geedorah what they call me
Either caesar or baldy
Probably have moved since last y'all saw me
On the D-low, I slaughter solo emcees
They paper-thin
In they Polo, Nautica, or DK men
Amen! It's funny how significance
Make a difference
Notice parables of three in
Every other inference
For instance: "Who wants to
Battle? On the real?
Choose your weapon: microphone, beats
Or the wheels-of-steel"
I own a crown in all three
For getting down without a doubt
I'd like to give a extra special
Out to Jet Jaguar, the sun, moon and star
The Monster Island Czars - y'all
Know who you are get that!
M-O-N-E-Y never did a thing for L-O-V-IN
Coming straight from the black lungs
I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
Stack ones in packs
Done and doing back-to back runs
To my peeps that close
So's ya' knows what's up
Y'all know the dough's quick, hoes that
Mess with 5-O shrimp like, "What?"
Like they wanna shmoosh us
Just to packing the pushers
I'm packing gat then bust a cap at po-po
If they catch us and try to push us
Since when a MINY nigga don't
Be taking no shit?
I be that drug dealing nigga
That be fucking ya' bitch!
What a fella! Like Salt, Pepa, Spinderella
I came to spark the deaf
Dumb and blind like Helen Keller
If I'm not with George of the Jungle
If he not with Stella or either Priscilla
I'm doing dips on Godzilla
Though y'all know he don't play, right?
TNT throws a nigga out a
Moving van in broad daylight
And he was shackled by hands and feet
Then they say he tried to escape
Once his face scraped the concrete
Near the curb on Monster Island, 103 Street
Where brothers run the risk of getting
Swallowed once the Beast eat
I'd rather lay in the cut, collect cash pay
Only TNT I see is Gilligan's castaway
With Mary Jane and Ginger
Oh, from which you spent
The night by accident, i creep like a ninja
When the mack is bent, who can give one fuck?
Get bucked
Get broke up like three-piece nun-chucks
Y'all sun struck, sick to they head-piece
Three headed beast brings the drama
To a dead cease (Get that money, god)
Sick to they head-piece
(Get that money, god, Get that money, god)
(Get that money, god)
Greenbacks the meanest green stacks
M-O-N-E-Y never did a thing for L-O-V-IN
Never ask me what I need, I need your
M-O-N-E-Y