Deities of Def

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I know you woulda liked a song that made booties shake Cuties on the floor like cougars on the shootin' range Groupies on stage doin', yay, like who's to blame Keep the bazooka aimed at Judge Judy face It's Obese, movin' weight like Ruby Hunter I was named after a motherfuckin' doobie brother I got the funk like hoochie mamas in a beauty parlour Diggin' for a roach in the vortex of coogie jumpers Systematically bringin' anarchy back Kid black-on-black, the King's Academy graduate Established back when the lyrics had to be classic Rappers would steal cars and drink the battery acid Nice girl, fight girls brutally honest Like beautiful boxers after too many vodkas We grew dreadlocks and smoked too many And I got no regrets at the youth that we squandered [Chorus] Deities of death, death, death, death Death, death, death, death Death And never let your memory die Death, death, death, death Death, death, death, death Real recognise, real recognise And never let your memory die [Verse 2] Couple of bottles later and the ladies are perfect Everywhere we go, we're like deities worshipped Break dancin' to somethin' vaguely disturbin' Like George Bush and the eighties resurgence Maybe, one day, you can say that it's worth it When the cribs paid off and Mercedes is purchased "Bullshit!" Murder tracks, stay subversive Put your homies up and celebrating the person Spill a little bit on the curb, a little bit on my shirt A little bit on the desk when I'm sitting at work "What's tomorrow?" Tighter than Tyson and Custamado Flyin' above the clouds, survivin' on cups of Milo Ghetto boys for life, drivin' amongst the five-o She put my nuts in her mouth and started humming the high notes [Chorus] Deities of death, death, death, death Death, death, death, death Death And never let your memory die Death, death, death, death Death, death, death, death Real recognise, real recognise And never let your memory die [Verse 3] Mind of a lunatic, fightin' a champion pugilist For a bike courier's slice of the planet's nucleus In my own world like a psychosomatic uterus Spittin' the raw shit, inspired by rappers doin' this Mentored from Trench Town to Crenshaw In New York, studied under Large Professor And celebrating with friends on the day of the dead Doin' lines off the Ouija board sayin' a prayer "I'm fucked up!" Talkin' to ghosts, payin' respect Making the girls say "uh-uh, you ain't taking it there" Nothin' compares to the few moments we live You were always there when I was going through shit Got ya name on my arm, photo on the fridge Twenty years of memories, a stolen gift "This ain't a typical song for somebody you've lost Physically gone but I can still hear you laugh [Chorus] Deities of death, death, death, death Death, death, death, death Death And never let your memory die Death, death, death, death Death, death, death, death Real recognise, real recognise And never let your memory die