[Intro]
Eddie, hey whats wrong with ya?
Oh no, gas!
Behold, the Armored One!
[Verse 1 - MF DOOM]
A grown a** man, mind from a trash can
And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a [?]
Whoosh! Like a flash bang crashes [?]
Made it with the stashed cash, and his [?]
Bring on the last man standing, he can hang
Did the ?shangalang? then caught him, Ka-Bang!
Drone flown pa**, blam, ping on the dash cam
Known as a king who do [?] on a ma** scam
Overthrow a vast plan, [?] unmask fam'
Rock it like a sun's splash jam
She had the color, came first place on the [?] band stand
Face like [?], [?]
[?] than the [?] gram from Pakistan
Don't get smacked with the practice hand
Not one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram
[?] handstand gas can
[Bridge]
For every super menace there seems to be, a super hero!
To rise in fearless challenge
[Verse 2 - Inspectah Deck]
I'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks
[?] desire, call it water for chocolate
The spark in the darkness, marvelous hard sh**
Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick
Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with
No discussion, nor argument
No trust, no partnership
Respect, get me 'spect but the West get hardship
My bars get, funky like a playoff armpit
You living in your mom's crib, driving your broad's whip
I'm on it, strong grip holding my [?] whip
I'm on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts [?]
Nah I ain't feeling what ya'll spit
All of 'em talk sh**, call a coroner for this corpses
Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict
Live from the battlefield swords, and horses
[Bridge]
Seconds later the villain was in the co*kpit
[Verse 3 - Esoteric]
Break out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer
Quick gun to draw like an art designer
Filthy like a carpet miner, ma** men are from comic con
I'm hungry like Elijahuan, praying through[?]
Phenomenon, one stung gun for the unsung
Run run, 'fore I come with [?] and eat her lung lung
Um um, stuck in '95 like [?], but souls
Bust sneaker heads through their gum soles
Holding 'em, and folding 'em a tough soul controlling them
Emo rappers cry along like there's no [?]
The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation
Sound take place, this is all with the Metal Face
Rebel based, mayday mayday
I'm out for that JJ, [?] style pay day
I catch [?] a foot snatch equals mid flight
Crashing through your skylight, the [?] summers I sight
[Outro]
Easy Scott baby, don't lose control
Gotta' focus all my power, into one tiny beam
Hold steady, steady
If I can't blast through, I'll burn through!