MF DOOM - Djugudju & I lyrics

This is the voice of Zimbabwe [Verse 2: Black Fin] We encourage you to listen really close As we let the story flourish and nourish your sensibilities I used to be afraid of all the black The black that surrounds and approaches you without a sound The kind of black that you will never wrap your head The kind of black I'm thinking waits ahead when you're finally dead And when it made me pee the bed My brother used to chuckle while it s**led on my street cred, damn The sweaty palm to my sweaty hand Tried to find the cheapest ticket leaving for the promised land My homies always had the little debbies locked Sundays by the west mall doing what little kids do Drug abuse with a whisky fetish Kind of bummy that the homies never missed me Dreaming of a time that any Debbie would have kissed me I fantasized it while I rode the brothers Arthur's bike Carry on the back so I could tug along the heavy load These are roads less travelled by the many Deep until the gravel till the sun goes down and the nutsack tighten I should have worn my other pants And then I heard him for the first time I heard as I wrote my very first rhyme Damn this feels amazing let me write another He told me “Go on brother…” Damn dude who is you? “I, Djugudju... Sent by all the spirits who'd love you to make jams Here I am.” And I'm glad that he never left Only had to make the next exit to reach the avenue And now we cooking Mama told me go outside But nah I'm cooking Power cutting nationwide Cook it with a candle Hours after bedtime, tinker while I'm tired The rapping just got me fired up Then made a record in a week Photocopy sleeves on a fax machine Shibha in the backyard barking Birds singing... Next thing phone ringing off the hook Cause the hooks had the Debbies shook They like “Homie what you sippin' on?” I'm still the same lad Drama club, choir boy attire clad Sitting in the front of Ilieva cla** Only wine I'm sipping is at the table of your Sunday ma** Damn! But attention is like a drug Intravenous, feeding the ego that comes between us Losing control of my brain stem Losing my religion, losing rem sleep Pullin on the hem until it all unravel Bring you back to where it all began Nobody with you... everybody moving on No body miss you Ain't nobody care about them tired a** songs And pushing your mom and daddy whip (Chea) But you stuck it through Through thick and thin Way back when, way before the Fin I was looking for that deus ex machina Nobody dropping a line except the beats And then I took the cord With some duct tape put it together then i hit record No more fear for the the black The kind of Black that gives a weak brother his power back The kind of Black that make you see the light The kind of Black that's way too bright, yeah its one and the same We playing the game, moving along the little Fin that could The kind of Black that make you make it your name yeah