J Dilla - Gazzillion Ear lyrics

[Verse 1 - Doom] Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin' the wasteland sands Raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceiling fan He rest when he's ashes Ask 'em after ten miles in his goulashes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed ta know, it show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough it's horrible Time is money, spend, waste, save, invest the fess From ten case of cave of chicken chest S Yes ya'll the dub will get ya trickles The best ballers pitch in to rub together nickels But tut tut, he about to change the price again It go up each time he blow up like hydrogen (Villain!) Villain here, have em shrillin' in fear And won't stop top billin' til he a gazillionaire Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold an inbred skinhead a n***a joke Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke I thought I told em "Firing pins was separate" He find out later when he tries to go and rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged an advance to translate it and ignored it, sorta One monkey don't stop no slaughter A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it ain't worth the overk** Flow sk**, still there's no thrill Villa bill ya ten K bills in his pilla Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with... [Verse 2] Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick Sketch lyric, bet 'cha by the nick on some vic Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb shtick Sick slick, hidden in a book The only way they find it if you're spittin' in a hook Listen, don't look now, keep walkin' Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin' Hawk men stalkin' hear that we hawkin' often Coughing to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then He's like Worf, some say stronger though Off the top Jay Strongbow, play along bro Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro For ya info when he's not practicing Jim Crow Or actressin' and some nympho bimbo He's playin' Ray J the old tape DOOM - well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape Fill it to the rim like brim Villain and ya won't find him in no gym Probably a foggy bog with the frogs With a dot on the guard as he squat on a log Half co*ked and half baked Used to keep a full stock of work, half rock and half shake My mistake, sign a track agreement For more G's than lines and cracks in the cement In any event it's fake like wrestling Get em like Jake The Snake on mescalines Ahem, elixir for the dry throat Tried to hit the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote By remote, send in the meat wagon Bragging MC's packed in with they feets draggin' These stats are staggerin' Had his PhD in indiscreet street hagglin' Villain, his agenda is clear Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here It's not meant for the seein' Went through the ceiling after entering his center being A new meanin' to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth was truth, proof It's the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam when Ernest Goes To Camp For the right earn - na'mean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets He gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off SimplyLyrics One man's waste is another man's soap Sons fan base know the brotha man's dope A real weirdo with a bug-rear flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge won't grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought n******gish Refuse to walk tight and got his off the vigorish Black licorice and equally as yucky How he handled the money was strictly Dan Stuckie Monkey hustle, man on fire Later for the date than the Hadron Collider And cost more, it be singin' like a style DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile Smile, ding! Sparkling j**els In effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules Fools, the roach was never dead Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head Instead it was depicted as flicked in Split, the wick's lit (Can you dig it?) "We have got to try and find Doom!" "Good luck!"