Semi.Official, MF DOOM - Songs in the Key of Tryfe lyrics

Poisonous attack cancer black lung
Nigga with forked tongue is lynch hung
Insufficient funds bounce a check tight
Sure to a blank strike individual
I'm goin all out for self
Shyst when it's critical

Word and it don't make no kind of sense
Dudes walkin round here staring all intense
Yeah, well look at how the
Gods done gone crazy
With edge ups gone like Jefferey Osborne baby

Consecutive blunts my chest
Leather like moccasins
Infinite sin dealin with
Toxins obnoxious deluxe
Extra faulty karma ill enough
For three villains with weed fetish
Black hearts and keep buildin

It's all gravy get crackin or get packin
Passin for flows before the
Age of Jet Jackson
Bet action it ain't no camera
They can get roll 'em like
They stamina is amateur

The mind pull the strings while
The body does the dance
And the dream fully awake
Walkin on stolen land
The mind pull the strings while
The body do the dance
And the dream fully awake
Walkin on stolen lands

Psst you, yeah you, come here keep it low
I see you not from here welcome to hell son
You might wanna wear your bum gear
Also here to let you know
The mic is dumb clear then you disappear
So quiet you can hear turd fall
Just when you thought you heard it all
Bird call they think they so slick
Up to they old tricks
Sendin the little dude
Grimey with the old kicks
He on some old "oh those shit's is hot
What size is those? Lemme try em on!"
Rob you blind like ya eyes closed
Nine other foes on the corner I suppose
Personal space burst his face by his nose
I need to find I Self to split these jingles
Still while we wait to
Dry these counterfeit singles
With more rhymes than any time
Is DOOM senses tingle
Those who got the nuts too
Bound to get the spinkles
While we, is more vivid than digital TV
All live, feel me like burgundy DVD
Eat 'em like mango, follow how the slang go
It's like a flurry
Now who bloody on my furry Kangol?

The mind pulls the strings while
The body does the dance
And the dream fully awake
Walkin on stolen land
The mind pulls the strings while
The body do the dance
And the dream fully awake
Walkin on swollen glands

At eleven years old I sold my
Soul to the devil for kicks
Following white kids buildin
Wood crucifixes three
Sixes shit ain’t no joke
Reverse the mission seen reflection
In the mirror
Foreign objects, government projects, after
School program pay Cut, boycott
Single parent kids in the street
Half dead flesh rot
I lack internal discipline
Play you how you play yourself
Thievery stealth
Fiendin for wealth plus a meal ticket
Blood in my hand I feel wicked
Hell’s dwindlin live by the minute within
The second said trippin
Fake gods with bad lessons
Today's mathematics is acceptance
Don't question shit muslims call me atheist
I can’t wait to leave this planet behind me
(I thought by now that you would)
You would recognize the battleground
Agile, step in razor walkin on a high wire
Risk taker out in the cold
With slit wrist makin
Balled fists terrorists threats
To paper mache marionettes
Machete kept, I’m very tense
Little make sense
Fuck a black cloud it’s black tint on my lens
Stolen grey Tims swollen face blazin