Doomsday Lyrics - Operation: Doomsday - Mf Doom

Mic check... 

Come through, dig the sound! 

Crowd around! 

I used to cop a lot 

But never copped no drop 

Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bobble ops 

Stop and stick around 

Come through and dig the sound 

Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around 

Bound to go three-plat 

Came to destroy rap 

It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strat 

[PEM Stack or vmstat], cats get kidnapped 

Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that 

Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility 

Broken household name usually said in hostility 

Um... what... it's MF, you silly 

I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli' 

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double 

Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo 

Watch your own back 

Came in and go out alone, black 

Stay in the zone - turn H2O to Cognac 

On Doomsday! 

Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went 

That's what my tomb will say 

Right above my government, Doom will lay [like "Dumile"] 

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say? 

I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section 

If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then 

Cell number 17, up under the top bunk 

I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk 

Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped 

God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape 

Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children 

One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building 

While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer 

I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer 

A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime 

Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime 

Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need toothpaste 

Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get [Denta-Dent] 

And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness 

Real mens mind their own business 

That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch 

How come I hold the microphone double-clutch 

C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox found 

On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown 

On Doomsday! 

Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went 

That's what my tomb will say 

Right above my government, Doom will lay 

Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say? 

Doomsday 

Every since the womb 'til I'm back to the essence 

Read it off the tomb 

Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say? 

Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say" 

Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk 

I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk 

Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang 

Nicknames [? off nipple and tip of nipples?].metal fang 

Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang 

Known amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutans 

Only gin and Tang 

Guzzled out a rusty tin can 

Me and this mic is like yin and yang 

Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth 

It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth 

I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth 

Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth 

But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce 

So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife 

Strong enough to please a wife 

Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life 

Cut the crap far as rap 

Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing 

What the devil? He's on another level 

It's a word! No, a name! MF - the super-villain! 

Doomsday! 

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