MF Doom, Tommy Gunn - The Finest(2011)

[00:01.81] [MF Doom]
[00:06.35] As the life cycle goes on ... goes on
[00:09.09] And you learn to hold on (hold on)
[00:12.63] To things like the mic ... the mic
[00:14.49] And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
[00:18.05] But who is [the finest]?
[00:21.66] [Tommy Gunn]
[00:22.51] Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
[00:24.48] Time and time and time, my mind, I'm trying to find a tumor
[00:26.27] Time at shashuma, no time for humor
[00:27.19] As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas
[00:30.71] Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
[00:33.41] Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
[00:34.32] We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
[00:36.29] (You know it like a poet, my brother)
[00:38.06] (Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever... [the finest!]
[00:39.82] [MF Doom]
[00:40.74] I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-off
[00:42.55] To bust a shell off, to dick-riders: "Get the hell off"
[00:45.20] Made a call to a client, he must've had his cell off
[00:47.91] A show-off, he has the same bite but fell off
[00:49.74] I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
[00:52.40] Which niggas is wack 'til they last two tracks
[00:55.14] Matter fact, y'all could wait for the rep to tell
[00:56.92] The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell
[00:59.77] [Tommy Gunn]
[01:00.61] When die, he gon' die like a soldier die:
[01:01.53] Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
[01:03.32] Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach
[01:05.13] Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
[01:06.91] He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
[01:08.75] [MF Doom]
[01:09.68] Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
[01:11.40] This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
[01:13.28] I need a cut: a taper-up, edge-up
[01:15.98] Niggas can't measure up, I'm here to get the treasure up
[01:18.65] [Megalon]
[01:19.54] Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die
[01:20.50] He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
[01:22.24] Got the weed, rolling lah
[01:23.21] Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
[01:25.99] Within the prophecies hold the lie
[01:27.75] [MF Doom]
[01:28.62] He bled my mother and my father, but can't bleed me
[01:33.12] OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me
[01:37.64] A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed ...
[01:42.18] Me ... sci-fly, whole style stuck up
[01:44.84] Used to talk to myself, I told him, "Shut the fuck up!"
[01:46.78] Buckle up, cause it's about to be rough
[01:49.44] He said, "Keep talking that shit, you 'bout to be snuffed"
[01:51.24] Then we squashed it, I let em know: "Watch it --
[01:53.99] We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit"
[01:56.69] Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
[01:59.35] For a pussy nigga face to hit the dance floor
[02:01.14] [Megalon]
[02:02.01] I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
[02:03.83] Now it's all good business, and so this bitch is locked up
[02:05.66] On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your bitch got knocked up
[02:07.55] Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
[02:10.25] Damn, I just shook your hand and can't stand you already
[02:12.90] Can't stand you, understand you deadly
[02:14.76] But my hammer's like a band, my man, it's Brand New and Heavy
[02:17.40] Yo' Doom, you ready?
[02:19.29] (Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever.
[02:20.17] [MF Doom]
[02:21.08] Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day
[02:22.87] Remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!"
[02:24.62] Yikes! Who can fuck with the likes
[02:27.42] Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's
[02:30.17] Metal grill, with many styles, better still
[02:31.97] Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
[02:34.64] And deal, and run rings around rhymers
[02:36.46] And run rings like number runners whose old-timers
[02:39.11] [Megalon]
[02:40.06] Shorty in the all black, she think she all that
[02:40.99] I called her, she said, "Don't call back!"
[02:42.76] She called me, now what you call that?
[02:43.65] Let's go back, I sold crack
[02:45.53] Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, toke that
[02:46.44] Fuck! Where that ho at? Where that dough at?
[02:48.20] [MF Doom]
[02:49.18] Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash
[02:51.84] He love her, motherfuck her ass
[02:53.79] Metal feet dented your car fender
[02:55.53] My agenda up in the basement party tipping the bartender
[02:58.28] Is unbeknownst to you -- who could get body blown?
[03:00.91] MF like Mike Fran Corleone
[03:02.76] And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
[03:05.45] An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
[03:08.16] Raised by a pack a wild wolves, it's like Sweetback
[03:09.92] Front? I'mma be back! (Like brothers in the street act)
[03:12.65] (Surrounded by a bunch a bad bitches like Sweetback)
[03:14.43] (Fuck with me I'll be back)
[03:16.22] Like niggas in the streets act (streets act!)
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