MEATHEAD - Bishop Nehru, MF DOOM

I sip a hot tea, watchin' Archie flip on Meathead

And left the page Rip Torn writin' what the beat said

On the mic he’s heat-red, ghetto and street-bred

All crooked D.T.s and feds can eat

Lead, wheat, and gluten free, he is who he is, is who he be

Mind your biz for me

It could even help you in the long run

What good’s a song if the jawn’s no fun, son?

Shogun, invisible armor level 5

Couldn’t penetrate the bomber with your llama, stay alive

Playin' jive, beamin' on the telemetry

Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC

Although prefer the term «rhymer», third-timer

Slurred word primer, dime a mama

And make sure it stay tight, it’s only right

Own the daylight and the night life, they bite trife

From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit

Ask him, do he really give a fuck-shit?

Tuck it

No ice bucket list, suck it

Struck a nugget, duck, kid

When I die, fuck it, I guess I prefer me goin' to Hell

Because Earth is truly the same, so the difference I’ll never tell

He send it like it’s the mail, Captain Bishy set his sail

Excel like Microsoft on all of these other fails

His trail never derail, his mental’s the Holy Grail

As the stress gets released from the simplest of inhales

It’s sealed from all the chantin', like he holdin' up a strike

The mic’s his only light, alikes, my only vice

Advice is like a satellite, I see them try and dish

Feel I’m dyin' in the skies, I’ve been grantin' this kid’s wish, it’s

Kinda ridiculous like thoughts of Saint Nicholas

Breakin' in, leavin' gifts for all the world’s underprivileged kids

Quit with the ignorance, the emperor’s legitimate

And learn to never give a shit

They never gettin' it, I’m makin' it clear

All the haze took focus as these jokers appear

I been acceleratin', I already know where to steer

He save face, no brakes, I’m just peepin' the rear

And I been livin' out of love, they livin' in they fear

I change ways, I’m cruisin', but never changin' the gears

They say that he back;

actually, I been at it for years

Dreams the side-view mirror, they closer than they appear

Just beware of the emperor, I play the game’s vendor

He raps Wes Anderson, directin' these beginners

Too illustrious, I leave the sucker fits to the pretenders

Made tenders as I played Simba, nigga, that’s dinner

I remember when my shine was a little bit dimmer

Now it’s bright, and the light, I leave 'em blind from the shimmer

They tryna play the blinds, I leave 'em fallin' like, «timber»

Designed to rise from this abyss, this kid’s art differs

Like shivers, he’s the coldest vibe alive, and it’s evident

I put the pride to the side, it’s irrelevant

A angel like mine know mine heaven sent

And this the best it gets, bitch