MF DOOM - Reign In The Subway lyrics

No friendly warfare, this ain’t wrestlin’ There’s nothin’ staged over here, you’re trippin’ Mescaline Drinkin’, coulda got smacked for what he thinkin’ Coulda said the word, then whack! Abe Lincoln And still spend stacks off crack, stay crinklin’ This game’s built to get got while blinkin’ Rappers do big up jail like a recruiter Let ’em tend ta hit a boy, said he was a shooter Told him “Man up, or keep it pushin’ like a scooter” Then said nuttin’ and didn’t pa** the Buddha Lo and behold, police shows up Spit his sh**ty sixteen and got his self froze up, up His story had a moral, it’s buried in the soil Vil put it in her back like the epidural Kids: eat, sleep, stay away from creeps Spit it from the heart, this game’s for keeps So peep Yeah, saga of a true B-Boy Beware any likenesses or imagery is a decoy Sho nuff, yo fluff, force like Bruce Leroy Bring trouble up and get double cut— keloid Bubble up, run ’em up, destroy And anything else you see— void Rightful ownership Got a bone to pick with the phoniest colonialist Who own a ship The loneliest known to rip Known to sip pine and ripple Find yourself in a bind and pickle Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, bite the nipple In this land of black and brown, ain’t no backin’ down As foul as that sound, it’s hard to find a cap and gown But it’s always like a MAC around B-r-r-r-r-at!! Man down Metal is empowered, devil is a coward It all smells of high hell like no one ever showered Scrub behind ya ears, shed the final tears Remember what the world was like in the final years Just a speck of dirt in the universe, snap fingers Just like that— a**ume the worst Back in business, guzzle beers, track and fitness Laps get faster, could’ve missed Christmas What is this?