MF Grimm, Megalon, MF DOOM - Foolish lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[MF Grimm, Megalon, MF DOOM - Foolish lyrics]
Some quote scriptures
But parrots quote grimm scriptures
Are made from scratch, my mind floats
And I got
War scars, war scrapes from war skit's
Rhymes souped-up like lentil to show my
Mental is not accidental
My world revolves ‘cause it’s autocratic
My guns revolve, but some are automatic
Vision beyond the optical needed
When living prodigal
Sleep with third eye open or
Get clipped like a cuticle
Conditional choices stable or critical
"Who lives? Who dies? Who
Strives?" is so political
Young street champs stripped of belts
In pistol title shots
Heavyweight division, KO’s
No split decisions
Giuliani referees this hellhole
But he don’t give a
Fuck, so there’s cuts, headbutts, and elbows
Drug sweeps, bullets fly
Bloods splot blotches
Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured
Held hostage
Actions brutal beyond belief but authentic
Rhymes genuine, thoughts are anti-synthetic
Attempt to get Jurassic
Plant shit back prehistoric
Roach niggas are morbid from my
Acid thoughts of boric
Kidnapped, snatched, ran off
No self-extortion shit’s Creek
They seek demands of financial portions
Six Million Dollars, nigga
Like you’re Steve Austin
‘Cause if they really love you
That’s how much love is costing
Or death will be puzzled jigsaw fate, chopped
Up, distributed body parts
In different states
Take you to spots that nobody knows
Curiosity grows as you decompose
Lord have mercy, Percy bagged up in Jersey
But don’t curse me six million ways to die
But none of them could hurt me aw
Fuck! I’m stuck in the desert
And I’m thirsty call- -ing Black Jesus
"Help! Red Devils disturbing me!" but I’ma
Rise look into my eyes it’s hard to
Survive when your mother and father
Dies you try suicide, but all you do is cry
Wrist bleeding, who do I believe
In? Looking through satan’s eyes
I start hating God for no reason
Why do I feel this way? Every day, living in
Darkness, I never ever see the
Bright of day i hide
Away from the sun and come out at night
Squeeze squeeze the steel tight ‘cause
If it ain’t real, it ain’t right
Now I’m up to no good
Big shorty from the hood almost died twice
But I don’t think that I could last
Five years
Did five bids i hope I don’t have to do a 25-
-to-life bid i gotta live
Gotta feel the braille locked in jail
Cut a nigga throat to get a cell
Black DOOM, Black DOOM, getting it
Done in a room, selling crack boom
Crack boom from the sun to the moon
Big up the jig is up swig up
Chop a nigga up
But first have him schedule a pick up
If you ask me
They’re all a bunch of sick pups
Always seem to repeat the
Same stuff like hiccups
Nowadays, the game is all bugged out
Phony like back when Hammer tried
To come thugged out
Stop it he pulled files like Coppit
Out from under the feet of
The clowns that pop shit
Nasty like spit the verse and go gargle
Don’t fit no type of profile psychological
Any last words? Time’s up like Boggle
The Supervillain run ‘em like Hamburglar
"Robble robble!" another one asked him
"Could I hold the microphone?"
He said, "Sorry
My brother you gots to get your own!"
Set the tone even though he’s already known
When he get the rock
He rock on like Shep Pettibone
On the downstroke, "Good day, townsfolk!
Thank you for your vote
And you all get a pound of smoke!"
The dro soon to blow don’t make
‘em wait ‘til noon to know
The Villain’s been doing flows since many
Many moon ago
But parrots quote grimm scriptures
Are made from scratch, my mind floats
And I got
War scars, war scrapes from war skit's
Rhymes souped-up like lentil to show my
Mental is not accidental
My world revolves ‘cause it’s autocratic
My guns revolve, but some are automatic
Vision beyond the optical needed
When living prodigal
Sleep with third eye open or
Get clipped like a cuticle
Conditional choices stable or critical
"Who lives? Who dies? Who
Strives?" is so political
Young street champs stripped of belts
In pistol title shots
Heavyweight division, KO’s
No split decisions
Giuliani referees this hellhole
But he don’t give a
Fuck, so there’s cuts, headbutts, and elbows
Drug sweeps, bullets fly
Bloods splot blotches
Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured
Held hostage
Actions brutal beyond belief but authentic
Rhymes genuine, thoughts are anti-synthetic
Attempt to get Jurassic
Plant shit back prehistoric
Roach niggas are morbid from my
Acid thoughts of boric
Kidnapped, snatched, ran off
No self-extortion shit’s Creek
They seek demands of financial portions
Six Million Dollars, nigga
Like you’re Steve Austin
‘Cause if they really love you
That’s how much love is costing
Or death will be puzzled jigsaw fate, chopped
Up, distributed body parts
In different states
Take you to spots that nobody knows
Curiosity grows as you decompose
Lord have mercy, Percy bagged up in Jersey
But don’t curse me six million ways to die
But none of them could hurt me aw
Fuck! I’m stuck in the desert
And I’m thirsty call- -ing Black Jesus
"Help! Red Devils disturbing me!" but I’ma
Rise look into my eyes it’s hard to
Survive when your mother and father
Dies you try suicide, but all you do is cry
Wrist bleeding, who do I believe
In? Looking through satan’s eyes
I start hating God for no reason
Why do I feel this way? Every day, living in
Darkness, I never ever see the
Bright of day i hide
Away from the sun and come out at night
Squeeze squeeze the steel tight ‘cause
If it ain’t real, it ain’t right
Now I’m up to no good
Big shorty from the hood almost died twice
But I don’t think that I could last
Five years
Did five bids i hope I don’t have to do a 25-
-to-life bid i gotta live
Gotta feel the braille locked in jail
Cut a nigga throat to get a cell
Black DOOM, Black DOOM, getting it
Done in a room, selling crack boom
Crack boom from the sun to the moon
Big up the jig is up swig up
Chop a nigga up
But first have him schedule a pick up
If you ask me
They’re all a bunch of sick pups
Always seem to repeat the
Same stuff like hiccups
Nowadays, the game is all bugged out
Phony like back when Hammer tried
To come thugged out
Stop it he pulled files like Coppit
Out from under the feet of
The clowns that pop shit
Nasty like spit the verse and go gargle
Don’t fit no type of profile psychological
Any last words? Time’s up like Boggle
The Supervillain run ‘em like Hamburglar
"Robble robble!" another one asked him
"Could I hold the microphone?"
He said, "Sorry
My brother you gots to get your own!"
Set the tone even though he’s already known
When he get the rock
He rock on like Shep Pettibone
On the downstroke, "Good day, townsfolk!
Thank you for your vote
And you all get a pound of smoke!"
The dro soon to blow don’t make
‘em wait ‘til noon to know
The Villain’s been doing flows since many
Many moon ago