Beer Games

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[Part I: One Beer] [Intro: MF DOOM] Madlib special I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me, why shouldn't it be true? I get a kick out of brew [Verse: MF DOOM] There's only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid" However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron-horsе it You're leaving on your face, forfеit I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him, "Get off it," and a bunch of other more shit Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads It's like he eating watermelon: stay spitting new seeds It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him autograph her derriere, it read: "To Wide Load, this yardbird taste like fried toad turd Love, Villain"—take pride in code words Crooked eye mode, nerd, geek with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel They call the super when they need their back—uh, plumbing fixed "How is only one left? The pack comes in six! Whatever happened to two and three?" A herb tried to slide with four and five And got caught like, "What you doing, G? Don't make him have to get cutting like truancy Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!" Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters, MCs sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin' He do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is like it's time for "Teletubbies" [Segue] "Madlib special" [Part II: No Games] [Verse: J Dilla] No jokes, no games, no gimmicks Jaylib, no beat, but no limit It's so hot, the N-O-dot O-N-E Fo'sho dawg, off the top, we don't sleep It's all work, no play, get mo' money And mo' problems; no doubt, but no cake It's no good, just like these rappers No hood in 'em, knowing they some actors The takeover, rap game makeover It's next year now, yesterday's over Time for new shit, "What can you do?" shit Nothing; stick it up the you-know-what and There's no fake suckas around, by no means There's no half steppin' here, you know we Some nomads, 'cross the globe, you local We loco, with Flo-Jo, you so-so You know what's up like oats, no can do Can't go for that clone shit, I demand you Rap cats with no skills, know this: Jaylib, we ain't taking, no prisoners We gon' set shit off, like LoJack All night like no doors, dough stacked There's no way, if no dough, it's no deal J Dil and Madlib, mo' real And now you know, but knowing is only half the battle Until y'all niggas get it together Just turn up the bass and let ya trunk rattle