"MacDope Pro" ("Bbydhyonchord" by Aphex Twin from Drukqs)
Push the envelope, lick the stamp. Fresh like a eucalyptus plant. You can listen, you can dance, if you want to. Romancing, rap phantom of the opera. Operating, but not like a doctor, I'm more like Midnight Starr. This is an emergency, hopped in the car, but I couldn't park on the dancefloor. Rappers have got glass jaws and they need windex. Big rock in between my thumb and index. Don't worry about who's coming in next. I kris-kross the game, niggas all dyslexed, and they best to remain upon their Ps & Qs, unless they wanna get slain upon the evening news, like: "Film at 11". Severing the Salazar Slytherin snakehead, spitting it vivid as a jpeg image. Hitting you from the line of scrimmage. 110% to make grimace and wince with pain, go back from whence you came and turn purple like Prince's rain. Get it? Y'know, Grimace (
www.poundingtherock.com/images/admin/08grimace.jpg)? Purple? Ronald McDonald? It all comes circling around the mountain. I "Reel Around The Fountain", MCs should start kneeling and bowing down. I got a sound like the sun in a shroud of clouds. Coming soon to a theatre in a crowded town near you and your folks. Niggers say "dope" and crackers say "stoked". Accolades won't make me change my delivery pitch, I throw my coat on the floor on some chivalry shit. Rappers be joking, riddle me this, riddle me that. Minimum dope, niggas is wack. Children of the corn, lend me an ear. Lightskinned babies, this is our year. I'll be goddamned and Al B. Sure. Audi 5000 like a Saudi tour-of-duty. Rumble like Fish in the movie. Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie.
You look like you haven't eaten in a long while. There now is a frown where there used to be a smile, and you used to be as fly as me, but now you're an in-the-meanwhile MC. An overrated, can't freestyle MC. A bragging about selling crack viles MC? So wack that I would rather change the dial MC, and listen to some Father MC-MC.
Guest vocal: Craig Mack
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