MF DOOM — Doomsday Mister Jason Remix

MF DOOM - “Doomsday (Mister Jason Remix)” [Emcee(s): MF DOOM] [Producer(s): Mister Jason] [Scratches: Mister Jason] [Verse 1: MF DOOM] I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop Hold mics like ponytails: tight and bob a lot Stop, stick around, come through and dig the sound Of the fly, brown, 6-0, sicko psycho who throws his dick around Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap It’s an intricate plot of a b-boy strapped Femstat cats get kidnapped, then release A statement to the press, let the rest know who did that Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility Broken household name usually said in hostility Um... what is MF? You silly I’d like to take “Mens to the End” for two milli’ “Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!” That’s an 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 [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mister Jason] “On Doomsday” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Operation: Doomsday” “MF? You silly” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Operation: Doomsday” [Verse 2: MF DOOM] 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 C-Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped God forbid, if ain’t no escape, blame MF tape Definition: “Supervillain,” 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, asking ‘bout my case. You need toothpaste Refresher mint, monkey-style nigga the Dentadent And dope fiends still in their 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 had ox found On shakedown, lockdown, wet dreams of Fox’ Brown [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mister Jason] “On Doomsday” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Operation: Doomsday” “MF” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Doom” “Operation: Doomsday” “MF” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” “Doom” “Definition: ‘Supervillain’” - Sample from MF DOOM - “Doomsday” [Verse 3: MF DOOM] 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 it interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nicknames off nibbling tip of nipple: Metal Fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang, known amongst Foes for flow without 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 Spitting all out the sunroof through her missing tooth But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce So I turnt 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 And get the same shit a Arab will do to you for stealing What the Devil? He on another level It’s a word! No, a name! MF the Supervillain! [Outro: MF DOOM] Doomsday!