MF Doom - Yessir! Lyrics






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[Raekwon:]
Yessir! This what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah
Yeah yeah
You don't even know that's the official word up in the town
You heard? Ha ha ha
Get that swing, yessir! Get it in man
That's the official shit kid, mmhmm
Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit
Yeah, when niggaz was rhymin hard and comin crazy
Electrifyin and vivid, yo

I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high
Stolen black Jag I brag fly, yeah
Yo a project thug, political gangster, starvin Langston Hughes
Jews want the crib when the God dies
I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes
First 500 niggaz who raw live
Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key
But he O.G., half of his niggaz gone or in hidin
Federados'll sneak, police, holdin my old piece
Heard the young policeman died
58 carats of glass, the Aston
Blueberry black where I keep my ices and knives at
One of the force rawest, yo we're British aware
Who get money shoot dice in his fortress
Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets the hagglers
of the rap game, post up surprise
I want that spot, coolin with the Supervillain team
All you other playboys is twats
Niggaz be down for the murder game
Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame
I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalis
Polly with them niggaz with the waves in they dome like tsunami
All we do is get fresh and fuck ma
Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly
And I got giants in armies
While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas
Yeah Chef back, some call him Louis Smith
Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack
We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith
700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance
Yeah son, gimme your ear son

Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man
(Yo, fuckin' chicken!)

Doom, the warning signal again
Somebody approaches!

What matter of creatures are these?
There they are again, FIRE!

"A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans"
"A straightforward entry, has turned into what appears to be"
"A barricaded standoff"

"POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!"
"Anything you say, cracker"

As the funky beat continues...





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  1. S.... Z....

    ESG - UFO

  2. D.... Y....

    Raekwon?

    D.... Y....

    Hell yeah nigga

  3. i.... ....

    I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high
    Stolen black Jag I brag fly, yeah
    Yo a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes
    The Jews want the crib when the God dies
    I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes
    First 500 niggas who raw live
    Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key
    But he O.G., half of his niggas gone or in hidin
    Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin my old piece
    Heard the young policeman died
    58 carats of glass, the Aston—blueberry black
    Where I keep my ices and knives at
    One of the force rawest, yo we're British aware
    Who get money shoot dice in his fortress
    Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets the hagglers
    Of the rap game, post up surprise
    I want that spot, coolin with the Supervillain team
    All you other playboys is twats
    Niggas be down for the murder game
    Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame
    I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian
    Polly with them niggas with the waves in they dome like tsunami
    All we do is get fresh and fuck ma
    Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly
    And I got giants in armies
    While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas
    Yeah Chef back, some call him Louis Smith
    Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack
    We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith
    700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance
    Yeah son, gimme your ear son

    Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man

  4. J.... K....

    "who needs trees?"

  5. J.... R....

    im paralyzed now, a piece of art

  6. I.... T....

    🔥🔥🔥