Zen Garden lyrics

by

MF DOOM


[Verse 1: Jedi]
If the zen right
And my ends right
And my n*ggas keep it a hundred like ten 10's I
Feel balanced
No scales when I deal knowledge
Even though I never been to a real college
My cup runeth over
It's like comparing the sun to a super nova
You slower than koopa soldiers
And I'm coming through the pipeline
The mic is the lifeline I want to make a mill
Leveled up faster
Just so I could be a master
Now I mastered this sh*t like my pokedex filled, ew
Peep the catastrophe
I don't avidly rap
But I just advocate
The use of rap gravity
To pull you in, electromagnetic
This, Rap Calisthenics
Work out your mind while you at it
Rhyme addict
My lines somewhere in the attic
While you n*ggas at ground zero still tryna grasp it
Acid when I spit, elastic
Tryna stretch like Mr. Fantastic
sh*t, four tabs of acid
Tripping like my shoelace untied
n*ggas hear this sh*t and they're like who, what, where, why
But don't ask how
Stay away from beef, it'll make you a cash cow
Used to be class clown
Now we just act wild

[Hook: Var]
The code is this
He who rolls the piff
Holds it so close between both his finger tips
It got the dopest benefits
Hotbox the room got the smoke lingerin'
Mary Jane so shameless, bring her in
Mary Jane so shamelessss..
Dead right, If the zen right Var be there every night

[Verse 2: Trigg]
I said I'm, astronomically creative with these written bars
That's ironic because I'm rolling with them shooting stars
Var on the hook, that's Kareem Abdul Jabbar
Throwin' sky hooks n*gga, 4th quarter gotta ball
Trigg, you know I stay top notch
Use you squares as a stepping stone, I'm playing hop scotch
Till I got the top spot
'Fore I'm in that pine box
I swear that life is ticking hiiipower sped up the damn clocks
I spit that deadly superstition
Gas like matter to this solid competition
Match tip, pen point, this the hottest sh*t written
Straight flames n*gga, now you all fall vitcim
Fork in your brain is you 'gainst em or you with them
Got a wild crew, want to ball, Scottie Pippen..
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Var]
My n*gga Sam said drop a free
So I had to cop me a bit of property
Long acres
See where the bong takes us
Police perpetrate us just because they see the pigment on our faces
Faded
It smell like dank sh*t and teens sippin' spirits
We liftin' spirits, blurred vision
Then the piff will clear it
Slurred lizzips I was sizzippin' on Hennessy
Plenty flowin' like down stream Mississippi tendencies
These dudes sleepin' like this been a drill
If they really want to get it poppin' well then I will
And I'll kill off all competition
There's really no calm petitions cause n*ggas kill
So when I write this bet I cite the game and write its will

[Hook]
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