John Robinson - Yikes feat. doom lyrics

(Intro announcer voice) And Now the nation of the worlds presented by YIKES It's way too fly like the ecliptic is fun to see Reminds of hey you guys and electric company Big Lil Sci, ID, Willabee Atillamy, Villainy, In this ill built soliloquy Came through to do the do through the do And confuse your crew like rubik's cube The metal masked face mangled and purpled caped Found a way to smash the triangle through the circle shape Faster than a team of ace microphone bandits Taller than a solar system not known planet Enough to leave your mind blown ain't it? Keep an open mind don't take things for granted MCs seem to be slushed out They must be still got the wool over their eyes like mush mouth It's like a goldrush in the South for the truth Beyond shadow of a doubt Ay yow who tapped me? About to get real ill And still k** two birds with one rock Still coolin, chilli'n making papers Acting stupid running capers Acting like vis giving skeez the vapors Now can I remember or was I really dead bent When theis trick tried to get me for all shillings and pence Oh yeah that makes me think about sly when he was alive The first cat that took me to the country and before he moved out Wy And I was a little guy hanging around older cats With fat dookie ropes and fly Gucci hats f**ing around with black shoe polish writing my name on the wall My theme through like Slick Rick lick the balls And here I am with Dumile The city sciple social single no more no less and less I say Inspecta layback wigs out And gets jiggy bling platinum swigged out On old Grandad, who me? Oh yeaah I'm buggin Sorta like when my daughters mother told me she had a bun in the oven Ay yow don't even try to mess with me to the exit Messi'n around on the mic I'll leave the rhyme pregnant Whenever we picking up mics it's like Whenever we blowing up shows it's like Whenever we taking control of our destiny Taking hip-hop to next degree Holy Smokes, you don't want to mess with these MCs cause We've rhyming ever since we had '(Sample)Peach Fuzz.' For each of us it's been a ten year span now Even back then I knew one day we'd lay this jam down Smoother version of return of the boom bap MF to the Scienz consider yourself DOOMED black Acting mics like chrome piece Styles stay fat like obese Whether written or off the dome piece Carbon copy MCs getting real sloppy ya'll Won't even waste my time going back and forth like volleyball Riding tracks like trolley cars The last thing on my mind is selling my soul becoming a shiny star Can't even consider it A real tight cat I'll let a brother know if I ain't feeling it Not even a little bit Half these cats trying to pa** ignorance for heaven sense But we give them no pity ya'll Scienz of Life, MF DOOM down to the titty ball I said we give them no pity ya'll Scienz to the MF going down to the titty bar The supersonic ex-feeling Sipping the liquid tonic Pull the bubonic tag, the man hunt Circle dot now you got it Review my microphonics Do the economics 4 Windz and God For standoff burning tags with camfrost The man's lost without a mic Pop-a-stoppa a handoff And banned all rappers that's wack Spook the saturn loop the drum track Yow we live and direct transmitting text VX verb made the first correct In transmitting threaten your sound set system And like the sun solar Joints are soft like Mozart Performing arts director Moves like the martyr connector Reflection rays like I need the bomb Depletes complete vision Medicate conniption off the rhythm The wisdom, permission, admission cop the lP listen Kicking drums there's fits in my lung ribs Chest expands thunderous We running red light stop lights