MF DOOM — Curls / Great Days Live

[Part 1] (Curls) [Verse: MF DOOM] Villain get the money like curls They just tryin' to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world Land of milk and honey with the swirls Where reckless naked girls get necklaces of pearls Compliments of the town jeweler Left back now-schooler tryna sound cooler On the microphone known as the crown ruler Never lied to ma when we said we found the moolah Five-hundred somethin' dollars layin' right there in the street Huh, now let's try and get somethin' to eat Then he turned four and started flowin' to the poor That's about when he first started going raw Kept the 'dro in the drawer A rhymin' klepto who couldn't go up in the store no more His life is like a folklore legend Why you so stiff, you need to smoke more, bredren Instead of trying to riff with the broke war veteran Spliff made him swore he saw heaven he was seven Yup, you know it, growin' up too fast Showin' up to class with Moet in a flask He ask the teacher if he leave will he pass His girl is home alone, he tryin' to get the ... If you want a sip get a paper water fountain glass How I'm 'posed to know where your mouth been last? Hands so fast he can out-spin Flash Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash Boom-bash, leave the room with the stash Assume it's in a smash, DOOM get the cash [Part 2] (Great Days) [Intro: MF DOOM] It never really mattered too much to me That I was just too damn old to emcee All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby [Verse: MF DOOM] Looks like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list Some even say he might need some pus-sychiatrist DOOM, are you pondering what I'm pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's on Broadway like Mama, I Want to Sing! Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapeños? Get it like a whoopin' when you holla at your seniors Dolla he can overhear the hashish fienda He just came from over there, the grass is greener Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there's mad glitches Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more... ahem Booze, put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don't use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep 'em, select a date And bring a deep check, like checkmate I kid you not, on the dotted line signed Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought it's too thick His assistant said: "DOOM, you sick," he said "True" through acoustics Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning With micro power he's sound and right reasoning It's easy as pi, three-point-one-four One more one false move and they're done for—