MF DOOM - Charlie Brown lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, hand me my surfboard, I'mma surf on these n***as real quick You know what I mean, show these n***as out See whose real and see whose fake Youknowhatimean, it just seem like you n***as float on water Check this style out... I've never used this sh** before (yo, yo) [Ghostface k**ah] I got them Beefsteak Charlie's on, size 12, medium Shy top wallies on, straight from England I got taps on mines, ya'lls is leaning f** ya star pussies for real, ya'll just dreaming Wake up, mothaf**as, shape up, feel the pain What up, stand the f** up, pull ya cup out for change Now who wanna step through my backyard? When this go double platinum I'mma flash hard, like Oh boy, Toney's the Don, know With so much paper, call me Enron, so My peeps blow, check my peacoat She holds, throw it back, n***a I keep those Just in case ya'll wanna see a freakshow Barnum & Bailey's, night of the deepthroats Dirty mouth n***as, may ya'll eat soap Shoot one of ya'll, touch my cheese toast [Chorus 2X: Ghostface k**ah] Hey hey, what you say? This is real hip hop on the line today It's worth more than any label, on what they pay I'm here to save hip hop, cuz it's dying away, come on [Ghostface k**ah] Fiber optic, microscopic Bulletproof. Yo, I'm glad you copped it Sony stop it, Def Jam gon' do the opposite Hov' gon' keep on top of it I'm real positive, my prerogative Socrates, mockeries, Betty Croker kids Go broke, I'mma f**ing rob ya crib And I'mma k** him if I get on top of him With crazy hammers, nothing but grown man taste With bandanas, right in front of cameras Parents planning, feel the cannon Tanning yogurt n***as, like Dannon Stretch, yes, I go to war with a banged up vest Teflon, that was made by Guess Even my girl got a bulletproof dress J.Lo sh** to runway, laid Prego crisp Diego, k**ah wave-oh, Play-Doh fifth They ain't no, n***a like Ghost, play those chips We dying from the guns shots, fatal licks From yae yo bricks to Adolf spits, we paid off it The Wally Don, done ate off it Throwing stones at a gla** house, front and get mashed out My gun turn heads, like b**hes with they a** out [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, uh-huh, n***a, ya'll like that sh** huh, youknowhatimean This is real hip hop and sh**, youknowhatimean This is a huh, I'm a true MC, ya'll n***as know how I get down Ain't none of that commercial sh**, youknowhatimean I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95 '88, '86 era, of real hip hop and sh** You know what I mean, word up, it's the great Ghost Deini, n***a I got too many styles, I juggle this sh** Ya'll little n***as out there need to take heed