MF DOOM, Monsta Island Czars - Who You Think I Am? lyrics

Who you think I am
But who you want me to be?

When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock
Don’t watch the birdie
Watch the clock go tick-tock i rip shop
I make your girl’s bottom lip drop
Yo, word to the truckers at the pit stop
I’m hip hop
I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me
They showed me other emcees trying to fold me
They owe me, yo, plus them niggas mad slow, G
I got my "Get U Now
" so I’m coming with my homie
Here’s the plan: stick ‘em up, I enter
Through the window
Stoop down so we can’t see our crescendo
Pass the indo yo
He used to be our friend though
Yeah, but that’s the reason I don’t
Really like to lend dough



From the corner, cylindrical triangle
Hat says "Dunce, " lyrics precise
Like forensical science
Leave you entangled for months
Trying to figure who done it, you fronted
Got your shit stunted
Didn’t have to be that way some saw
The light coming and they shunned it
For the wickedness of those who
Despise life and worship death
Be a savage, match
Shit eye-for-eye, tooth-for-tooth
Breath-for-breath
In the last days of the countdown
Shit is just that drastic
Write journals like Hebrew prophets
Study math like an Aztec

Loved not for who you think I am but who you
Want me to be, a true thugging emcee
True thugs with no strings attached
I wanna give you my slugs
And don’t wanna take ‘em

Box sprays with my box-cutter in my boxers
Shots sprayed on the cops’
Hostages, we rastas, rockaway
Boulevard, got love obnoxious, got five
Cops today for my Rockaway
Niggas that rock braids, got paid
A-Rock, you know how I rock meet me at
The Lobster’s i suggest I should dress proper
Copped a buzz, I copped a Dutch
I got a lot of love with no strings attached

Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty
Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many
Sparked up and chat, you keep counting
I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubting
Rock ‘n’ roll, lock ‘n’ load
Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop ‘em cold
In their tracks and take all their chipseses
All their DATs, all their bullshit mixeses
Give ‘em credit? Nah, dead it we just
Flip the callisthenic
Toss the Andy Pettitte to set it
We grand-slamming and never bystanding
And pussy emcees we abandon

Flew in from Monsta Island just to
Rag shit with jet lag
With brothers specialized in ways how
Us not to get bagged
Egads! I bring confusion like roll call
To emcees so-called, hoes be like, "Yup
I told y’all"
So socialize my bio show I dip, dip, dive
Memorize like Iomega zip drive
Go to the bar to drink to get soberer
King Geedorah
Eat the head of a king cobra like Ginkoba

Kong in the cut like cold meat
I hold heat so sweet
Roll deep with no beef those that doze deep
Closed sheets foes chose to
Speak with reach over
To reload the reef, swift from feet to teeth
Keep
Kongcrete parallel to body ‘til the next male
Shotties and hotties still waiting to exhale
Smell the bloodbath when slugs caught
Slugs passed in bloodsport
Bugged laugh and bugged thoughts caught
Some eyes, make the K-Slash stagger like
A Bocker drinking vodka
Hit note like Sinatra at a opera
Drop a flocker
Orville Redenbacher, get you, got you
Shot the two L’s
Without the proper for the album’s knocker
Hit the liquor
Quicker than a quicker picker-upper girl and
Stick her, I leave more nuts than a Snicker
Kick her
To the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick
For now call me Kong, Monsta Isle
Monsta Click (Blao)
Loved not for who you think I am but who you
Want me to be, a true thugging emcee
True thugs with no strings attached
I wanna give you my slugs and
Don’t wanna take ‘em back