MF DOOM - Humrush lyrics

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MF DOOM - Humrush lyrics

[Dialogue excerpts from Bert and Ernie of "Sesame Street"] [E] Bert, is that you? [B] Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it! A perfect place to practice the exciting art Of - humming! [E] Bert? [B] *clears throat* Chorus: * humming in background * [Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along [Onyx] Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along [Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along [Zev] Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X [Zev Love X] * humming in background * Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings And feathers of the same, so we flock much Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this Mic, to touch like an entire stadium With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin' ( * humming ends * ) Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin sh** I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip No no no, shake your hip, or your rump Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and ( * Bert clears throat * ) Chorus: * humming in background * [Onyx] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along [Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along [Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along [Onyx] Hum with the Birthstone Kid [Onyx] * humming in background * You could have sworn I was a WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker Cuter than Booker, a real good looker ( * Bert laughs * ) Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele ( * humming ends * ) Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard So trust in me becaue you, trust in God The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to ( * Bert laughs * ) Chorus: * humming in background * [Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along [Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along [Onyx] Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along [Roc] Hum with the one Subroc [Subroc] * humming in background * Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it So bring it back and forth, just to swing it Hmm, a voom to a hum can get smooth So I choose to rock slow to amuse ( * Bert laughs * ) To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong To the car new age, to rip raw Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more ( * humming ends * ) Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it ( * Bert clears throat * ) ( * humming again * ) All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus And this is how we kicks it, for eighty decker This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!