Juice Magazin - Yikes lyrics

(Intro announcer voice) And now the nations of the worlds brought to you by [MF DOOM] It's way too fly like the ecliptic is fun to see Remind me of "hey you guys"— The Electric Company Big Lil Sci, ID, Willabee And silly me, Villainy, in this ill built soliloquy Came through to do the do through the tube To the groove and confuse your crew like rubik's cube The metal mask, face mangled, purple cape Found a way to smash the triangle through the circle shape Faster than a team of apes microphone bandit Taller than the solar system nine known planet Enough to leave your mind blown ain't it? Keep a open mind don't take things for granted "DINNINIT!" 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 Cut it out [ID 4 Windz] Ay yow who tapped me? About to get real ill And still k** two birds with one rock My bad spill 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 psycho social single no more no less and less I say Inspect Willi dash wigs out And gets jiggy bling platinum and swigged out On old Grandad, who me? Oh yeaah I'm buggin Sorta like when my daughter's mother told me she had a bun in the oven Ay yo don't even try to mess with me to the exit Messin' around on the mic I'll leave the rhyme pregnant (Hook) YIKES! Whenever we picking up mics it's like YIKES! Whenever we blowing up shows it's like YIKES! Whenever we taking control of our destiny Taking hip-hop to next degree X2 [Lil Scienz] Holy Smokes, you don't want to mess with these MCs cause We've rhymin' ever since we had '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 Aaaaaaaah 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 bar I said we give them no pity ya'll Scienz to the MF on down to the titty bar [ID 4 Windz] The supersonic ex-feeling Six million bionic Twisted smirnoff ice 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 We ran raw Over tracks And banned all rappers that's wack Scoop the saturn loop the drum track Yo we live and direct transmitting text Yo the pro prospect VX verb made the first correct In transmitting threaten your sound set system Profound bliss And like the sun solar Joints are soft like Mozart Performing arts director Moves like the martyr connector Reflection rays like Nine Ether the bomb piece Complete vision Medicate conniption off the rhythm My wisdom, permission, admission cop the LP listen 4 Windz to all night Living a brawl fight Kicking drum beats, spits in my lung ribs Chest expands thunderous We runnin' red light stop lights All night [Inspector Willabee] Ain't it funny when I get up in the morning and I Jump in the shower scrub my body then I get out and dry Throw on some clothes all of my oil then I tire my lot Put on my shoes, put on my cap, and leave my door a lot Walk down the block, go in the store and then I get me a drink Walk over to the park I sit down on the bench and I think Hadda a sun it shinin' on down all up on my face A nice cool breeze is blowin', and I'm chillin' in space I'm blowing through the hazy fog like I exhaled smoke [??????] It's just a pretty nice day and I'm feelin' quite fine Chillin' in my habitat and I'm subverse in in my mind Then we get up off the streets and we hit up some stores And get some incense and dashikis 'cause I'm goin' on tour [?????] Egypt [?????] So I could recitate my fans [??] my hook So maybe the next time, maybe the next rhyme Maybe the beat, or maybe the next line