Talib Kweli, MF DOOM - Fly That Knot lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[Talib Kweli, MF DOOM - Fly That Knot lyrics]
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah, we on fire
We gotta call the fire department let's go
Yo, yo, yo
I don't know why people try to
Be live when they not
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
Yo, I know you like that you like that!
Yeah, yeah
There's an E! True Hollywood Story
For the pluckin' it's ripe
How cats is stuck in purgatory for life
Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight
They in the dark swingin' right to left
Clingin' to the little bit
Of light that's left
And can't escape the room
You can't escape the tomb
You all wear a mask sometimes
I can relate to Doom
That make the whole world earthquake, shake
And move the beat create a mood or eat
Your whole plate of food
You can't come close like
An order of protection
That this is myself in the pack
Was sort of my intention
Slaughter anybody testin' my callin'
My profession
Anymore questions will born 'em a lesson
A demonstration of takin' it all the way home
While you stuck at first base and
It's like havin' relations
Without the penetration
Basically doin' nathin'
You a waste of space and time
Always chasin' mine is how you
Lost your place in line
I don't know why people try to
Be live when they not
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
We got that uncut flow that
Bring the cops out
Pay and groan like young Mike
And get knocked out
I don't know why people try to
Be live when they not
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
Yeah, free the radio population
Kweli and Doom the 1-2, the combination
Let's go
About time you heard a rhyme
Flow with DOOM and Kweli
To catch you with the combo, boom boom
Muhammad Ali
Versus Potsie cursin' Yahtzee at
The crap table
Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label
Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable
Evaporate an ice grill
Read the seeds of Aesop fables
Children, come sit, gather
Face the rapid fire of the
Super slap shit outta liar the end
Villain, the champ tramp
Flowin' since they had him holdin'?
At the Kuumba camp
He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt
And a little bit of her blue spit
She told him you so stupid
Wiped it off, got dressed and left
Everybody instigating, not just the ref
We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground
Rocks out live with the worst sound
First round knock out
DJ cuts Talib Kweli samples
Yeah, we on fire
We gotta call the fire department let's go
Yo, yo, yo
I don't know why people try to
Be live when they not
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
Yo, I know you like that you like that!
Yeah, yeah
There's an E! True Hollywood Story
For the pluckin' it's ripe
How cats is stuck in purgatory for life
Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight
They in the dark swingin' right to left
Clingin' to the little bit
Of light that's left
And can't escape the room
You can't escape the tomb
You all wear a mask sometimes
I can relate to Doom
That make the whole world earthquake, shake
And move the beat create a mood or eat
Your whole plate of food
You can't come close like
An order of protection
That this is myself in the pack
Was sort of my intention
Slaughter anybody testin' my callin'
My profession
Anymore questions will born 'em a lesson
A demonstration of takin' it all the way home
While you stuck at first base and
It's like havin' relations
Without the penetration
Basically doin' nathin'
You a waste of space and time
Always chasin' mine is how you
Lost your place in line
I don't know why people try to
Be live when they not
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
We got that uncut flow that
Bring the cops out
Pay and groan like young Mike
And get knocked out
I don't know why people try to
Be live when they not
I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
Yeah, free the radio population
Kweli and Doom the 1-2, the combination
Let's go
About time you heard a rhyme
Flow with DOOM and Kweli
To catch you with the combo, boom boom
Muhammad Ali
Versus Potsie cursin' Yahtzee at
The crap table
Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label
Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable
Evaporate an ice grill
Read the seeds of Aesop fables
Children, come sit, gather
Face the rapid fire of the
Super slap shit outta liar the end
Villain, the champ tramp
Flowin' since they had him holdin'?
At the Kuumba camp
He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt
And a little bit of her blue spit
She told him you so stupid
Wiped it off, got dressed and left
Everybody instigating, not just the ref
We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground
Rocks out live with the worst sound
First round knock out
DJ cuts Talib Kweli samples