Viberian Son

Lyrics

[Intro: MF DOOM] Let this serve as a warning To all y'all out there who's in charge of these little people Yeahhh – the young ones It's not the same like when we was growing up Used to get a whooping, and then everything would be good – You'd get back in line These are divine beings Here to usher in the new era, a new age So, if it gonna work,  You need to reason with these beings Talk to them, let 'em know what's going on They are unique, angelic beings So enter at your own risk If you wanna hit them with sticks like, they baby goats {*pssh*} "Kids," call 'em "kids," and rile 'em up, corral them... It ain't gonna work [Pre-Verse: Del the Funky Homosapien & MF DOM] Tell this n***a to stop running through the f****n' house Stop running through the m*hf***n' house!!! Stop running through the f****n' house... Let's see y'all fall...! Yo... [Verse 1: Del the Funky Homosapien] Lava rock disc jock Talk million dollar crack rock Opposition – not Whole block watch my squat "Gimme-got" thoughts of jock Well-sought after, rise like astronauts Tell negroes they ain't half as hot Tell The Beatles, the negroes is where they took half they plot Young Diesel, I'm nasty – watch How Black people flip and bounce anythang and smash on y'all Buttermilk biscuits, this test is clear Y'all already know DOOM one of the best there is I confess, I dig – The best make me speak crazy Out the side of my neck about the BET lady The Caribbean chick before they started playing "gimme the hits" Any simian bit in the abyss Indigestion disintegrate real quick, real spit Illuminati knew we wildin' with stupid violence So most of these fools choose silence While we move mountains and chew diamonds Like groove pirates on our new island – just commandeered It's not wrong, it's weird Sing along and cheer, this your song of the year Survivor series,  Underground million language, combined with mercury Viable first degree maniacal verb velocity, tossed hands-free Dangling about your city Batman's memory – photographic, but chilling Haunted visual density,  Illustrated word weaponry,  Step to me – Like Big Daddy