Crack For The Masses lyrics

by

MF DOOM


[Verse 1]
n*gga welcome to good raps
The champ is on the mic and he spits sh*t
The killer on the loose finna' kill beats
It's deeper than hip hop, I'm feedin' dope rhymes to the masses
I'm comin' up slow as molasses, my times near
...Uhn, I'm -- Iller than sick pups
I be on my iron man air missiles fly as f*ck
The dope crew ain't no point in even trying us
f*ck shady deals ain't no labels gone' be buyin' us
Desire to spit ill sh*t
Thinkin' out the box, I be on that hella real sh*t
Blast through the speakers as I'm rappin in these sneakers
And these NB's got a n*gga rockin' foreign features
I be jammin' in these beat by Dre
And I'm know for makin' beats by the day
I'm a rapper by night
Better beware cuz' a n*gga be on the come up
I'm cuttin' n*ggas off and ain't' no room for a f*ck up
The rappin' ass genius, yall rappin' is tedious
Denim with the creases, higher volume than speakers is
Top scorer, ballin like small forwards
Beat pad bangin' on dope MIDI recorders
I'm enlisted in an army full of emcees
Thirst for the fame, they talent is half empty
Keepin' every verse 100 like two 50's
The labels still sleepin' they continue to be picky,f*ck EM!
I don't think that they could handle the reality
And I sneeze when I hear you rap it's the allergies
You spittin' the BS this is recess
And I'm on the job so just ask me "where the beats at?"
When it comes the instrumentals, Ima statutory
Rape it, and pay the engineer to f*ckin' tape it
And get a disc jockey on the stage just to scrape it
I'm tryna blow up but my head ain't gettin' inflated
Too many emcees thinkin they killin it but isn't sick
Them n*ggas bite, but I bite back back I'm venomous
Friday the 13th, Mask on killin sh*t
Bombs over Baghdad , blast in the villages
Modern Vintage on that Wu Tang Roots sh*t
The rhyme scheme have a n*gga lost lookin clueless
Gimmie' the mic, gimmie' the loot, gimmie the instrumentals
I deliver a brass knuckle to yo f*ckin' dentals
Forever laced in the cleanest threads
Make a n*gga reconsider everything he said
Bodybaggin' these sixteens with ease
I rip spleens in these SB's and raw denim n*gga
They hate hard cuz' a n*gga spit
They said I should stop cursin' but I said, "f*ck censorship"
Aw man, what's the plan tryna' cop?
What you got?
Man I got the dopest rhymes on the block n*gga
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