Wilma Archer, MF DOOM - Last Sniff lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[Wilma Archer, MF DOOM - Last Sniff lyrics]
As the clock ticks
He plays the low NY sticks (hey)
Pause, deep cover, binocular optics (oh)
Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick
Zoomed out to notice a shiny badge
Officer dropkick must've been pork fries
Spit a chunk of fodder at his partner
As he put the ride in park
I see both eyes staring at the opposite side
Of the block as they spied, a fiend glide by
Hotter than July, what a bullshit disguise
Vest bulging through the sides, aviator hides
It's just 5 past lunch rush
Last time a fast guy took a dive
Step lively, look alive
The city don't sleep or take naps
And won't easily concede to jake traps
How quick he make scraps through fake daps
Either the trees, the D
Or cracks that break snap
Choose your poison, amusing or annoyin'
Just be sure to avoid the blues
In them boys 'n 'em
They're not toyin', taxpayers help employ 'em
They turn around and treat 'em
More worser than the goyim
Soarin' past the krilla to the
Other wearin' denim Lees
They real dirty, plain clothes enemies
Tend to be pretendin'
In it to end a dude's legacy
With numbers that run concurrent
Still'll be a century
Or end in a heartbeat, them streets, damn
For simply just tryna' eat and feed fam
The drug war turned out to be a complete sham
All the while throughout the system
A beat jam not my problem
He's here to watch the watchers
'til the last shift
And get paid good if who ask "if"
And be ready to blast for the hood
Don't let your mask shift
And put that work in overtime
'til the last sniff
He plays the low NY sticks (hey)
Pause, deep cover, binocular optics (oh)
Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick
Zoomed out to notice a shiny badge
Officer dropkick must've been pork fries
Spit a chunk of fodder at his partner
As he put the ride in park
I see both eyes staring at the opposite side
Of the block as they spied, a fiend glide by
Hotter than July, what a bullshit disguise
Vest bulging through the sides, aviator hides
It's just 5 past lunch rush
Last time a fast guy took a dive
Step lively, look alive
The city don't sleep or take naps
And won't easily concede to jake traps
How quick he make scraps through fake daps
Either the trees, the D
Or cracks that break snap
Choose your poison, amusing or annoyin'
Just be sure to avoid the blues
In them boys 'n 'em
They're not toyin', taxpayers help employ 'em
They turn around and treat 'em
More worser than the goyim
Soarin' past the krilla to the
Other wearin' denim Lees
They real dirty, plain clothes enemies
Tend to be pretendin'
In it to end a dude's legacy
With numbers that run concurrent
Still'll be a century
Or end in a heartbeat, them streets, damn
For simply just tryna' eat and feed fam
The drug war turned out to be a complete sham
All the while throughout the system
A beat jam not my problem
He's here to watch the watchers
'til the last shift
And get paid good if who ask "if"
And be ready to blast for the hood
Don't let your mask shift
And put that work in overtime
'til the last sniff