MF DOOM - Rap Ambush lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[MF DOOM - Rap Ambush lyrics]
So we're gonna stand on perimeter
We did have some shots fired right
Down the street on us
While this was goin on
So we gotta set up a tight perimeter
We got the streets blocked off
To make sure we don't have any drivebys on us
Other than that
The operation went fairly well
Hell no, this shit is crazy
Where is it they're coming from?
I don't believe that shit
Who told you that? Rolled through, brrat!
Old to the new knows who holds the hat
Custom tailored fitted, head stayed same size
Big since first born, well spitted game wise
Same guy, same disguise
Sick aim eye stare at thick dame thighs
Click claim prize
And the lucky contestant was sent
A whole year's supply of
Buckets of yucky excrement
Digital format, provide the ROM
Ride calm, flow was like a roadside bomb
(Woo)
Flipped the Humvee, impact was limb-numbing
Cameraman wig back
Gunner screaming "Incoming!"
RPG, rhyme propelled grenade
Time to yell, scramble for cover in the shade
Bright as the midday sun, then it fade
Darkness come quick, some run and get sprayed
Rot dead, hot lead, it's rainin'
Left 'em with they brains kicked
In with they trainin'
Dragged the remains into the
Open by the bootstraps
Dog tag attached to explosive
Human booby traps
Where's air support? Ears ringin'
Mortars whistlin'
Bloodshot vision, afterthought: abort mission
Too little too late, as the last man gush
Took no prisoners mush, rap ambush
Murdalizing sucker emcees!
We did have some shots fired right
Down the street on us
While this was goin on
So we gotta set up a tight perimeter
We got the streets blocked off
To make sure we don't have any drivebys on us
Other than that
The operation went fairly well
Hell no, this shit is crazy
Where is it they're coming from?
I don't believe that shit
Who told you that? Rolled through, brrat!
Old to the new knows who holds the hat
Custom tailored fitted, head stayed same size
Big since first born, well spitted game wise
Same guy, same disguise
Sick aim eye stare at thick dame thighs
Click claim prize
And the lucky contestant was sent
A whole year's supply of
Buckets of yucky excrement
Digital format, provide the ROM
Ride calm, flow was like a roadside bomb
(Woo)
Flipped the Humvee, impact was limb-numbing
Cameraman wig back
Gunner screaming "Incoming!"
RPG, rhyme propelled grenade
Time to yell, scramble for cover in the shade
Bright as the midday sun, then it fade
Darkness come quick, some run and get sprayed
Rot dead, hot lead, it's rainin'
Left 'em with they brains kicked
In with they trainin'
Dragged the remains into the
Open by the bootstraps
Dog tag attached to explosive
Human booby traps
Where's air support? Ears ringin'
Mortars whistlin'
Bloodshot vision, afterthought: abort mission
Too little too late, as the last man gush
Took no prisoners mush, rap ambush
Murdalizing sucker emcees!