Figaro (demo)

Lyrics

[Verse: MF DOOM] The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best MC with no chain you ever heard Take it from the TEC-9 holder They bit and don't know they own shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fish scale Let me think, don't let her faint, get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back, it's not an act stack Forgot about the cack-a-lack, holler back, clack-clack-blocka Villainy, feel him in your heart chakra Chart-topper, start-shit-stopper, be a smarter shopper Shot a cop day around the way, 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's two more that wonder where the shooter go? 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit venom, said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em, butter moist Man, please, the stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies Ban me, the dough rake Daddy, the flow make her fatty shake Patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once, and shake her hand On some old, "Thank you, ma'am," and ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of rollercoaster riders Not enough tracks (Is it?) Hot enough, black (For ya) It's too hot to handle You got blue sandals Who shot you? Who got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, boast, show skills Close, but no krills, toast for poor ills, post no bills Coast to coast, Joe Shmoe's flows ill Go chill, not supposed to overdose, NoDoz pills Offsides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Off pride tykes, now talk wide though scar meat Told you, on some get-rich shit As he get older, he get colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes, where my nigga go? Oh, Figaro, Figaro