Moka Only, MF DOOM - More Soup lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[Moka Only, MF DOOM - More Soup lyrics]
No cream, no sugar, Moka Only
Choke the microphone the way he
Loc and choke a phony, won’t he
Told them play ya station like a broken Sony
Tenderoni phone, she know me
Come and stroke the pony
That good lovin’ deserves an
Encore and a Tony brats in the hood buggin'
They want more raw bologna
Chachi need to watch his bony skinny Joanie
Villain fittin' to fattin' her
Up with Minestrone
Been grown, Chromoly skin tone
While he rock the end zone
Tap your toe or chin bone
The choice is yours alone
He came for the throne
And to get the game sewn
DOOM name known as the Don for sure, troop
And he won’t show his face
Or sponsor your group
He sneak up and throw you for a loop
She peeped up
Speak up if you want some more soup
New sues again, who do’s crews again
Who’s too smooth
Whose flues want snooze with them
No surprise, no new-news to him
Here’s a light bulb now how many
Of you screw this in
I do better when there’s less team effort
Went from old blue sweater
I’m a less clean dresser
Full circle, back to the grind war
Mic by the mirror
I’m the best I ever saw record
Mok and Doom get it sewn like an open wound
Two scientists up in the lab
Will make it go Kaboom!
And said don’t mix those
Two properties together
Prob’ly end up with some empty
Eye sockets or whatever
I’m only here to hunt
Pleasure like some treasure
Never from a wack pack of
Bitches like the Heathers
After this you better hone for some loot
You freaks with the funk’ll make
Me want some more soup
Choke the microphone the way he
Loc and choke a phony, won’t he
Told them play ya station like a broken Sony
Tenderoni phone, she know me
Come and stroke the pony
That good lovin’ deserves an
Encore and a Tony brats in the hood buggin'
They want more raw bologna
Chachi need to watch his bony skinny Joanie
Villain fittin' to fattin' her
Up with Minestrone
Been grown, Chromoly skin tone
While he rock the end zone
Tap your toe or chin bone
The choice is yours alone
He came for the throne
And to get the game sewn
DOOM name known as the Don for sure, troop
And he won’t show his face
Or sponsor your group
He sneak up and throw you for a loop
She peeped up
Speak up if you want some more soup
New sues again, who do’s crews again
Who’s too smooth
Whose flues want snooze with them
No surprise, no new-news to him
Here’s a light bulb now how many
Of you screw this in
I do better when there’s less team effort
Went from old blue sweater
I’m a less clean dresser
Full circle, back to the grind war
Mic by the mirror
I’m the best I ever saw record
Mok and Doom get it sewn like an open wound
Two scientists up in the lab
Will make it go Kaboom!
And said don’t mix those
Two properties together
Prob’ly end up with some empty
Eye sockets or whatever
I’m only here to hunt
Pleasure like some treasure
Never from a wack pack of
Bitches like the Heathers
After this you better hone for some loot
You freaks with the funk’ll make
Me want some more soup