MF DOOM - Kon Karne lyrics

Darker than the East river, larger than the Empire State Where the beasts to guard the barbed wire gate is on the job not my fate Tired of the wait till the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits, fire at a higher rate Why'd they make the liars, fliers scatter, buy a plate, isolate the wires Try the straight pliers if not the vice grips A real price saver way to acquire nice whips What a steal for real on wheels of steel Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal bummer A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on Take your cash, Karma, or break your fast, Ramadan Transaction drama, aww come on Barney Clack clack, pardon me, whack rap con carne He came to feed the childrens like Sally Struthers After that he's going back to Cali where's the (Love is) Wilder than the Nile, hold power like the great pyramids of Giza And stay leanin' like the tower of Pisa Give him something he can feel that's soft to squeeza Raw with the pen and on the mic off the hezza Get shot off that wide eyed talk If he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk Can't take the street out the street person Lookin' for the perfect beat coercion into heat burstin' They couldn't spot him on the spot date Got the only tape that comes with a free hot plate Whoever do get to see me sing With the 3D ring sittin' stationary like B.B. King Can see how it really sting, it ain't no front row Standing room only at the motocross stunt show The ruckus ain't up to Snuffleupagus Me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers (Love is) Vaster than the seven seas, bigger than Mount Kilimanjaro If they don't know, fill them in tomorrow on the horror show A mental note, return Bob's record Swear to god before he gets a job, he robs Eckerd Blessed with a hot flow, tested, it got dough Invested in stress the best to finesse an opto As I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke Shot the Henny straight couldn't afford to cop the cherry coke Or should I say broke with wealth? To know enough to give them just enough rope to yoke theyself Plan B before I take the ring and pawn it The long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it Dog gone it, do the statistics How he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics And far too eccentric for forensics I dedicate this mix to Subroc the Hip Hop Hendrix Boris and the freedom fighter: In my pocket, a note (It's from my father From the guard's whip, is this a trick?) Why would I resort to trickery? You're already a prisoner What do I gain by deceiving you? (You can't blame me for being suspicious) No (Love is)