Banished - JJ DOOM

Villain got banished

Refused out the U.S., he ain’t even Spanish

Oaxacado, sock with the hole toe

Miss the mean streets of LA, a pot hole pro

The goal though in the nick of time

To kick a slicker rhyme, do your face like Nickey the Line

No, not deported

Be a little minute before things get sorted

Known to get money, never got caught kid

Escape with a soft skid, short bid

Knock on wood, dope on plastic

Rocks so hood, hope on spastic

Putting on the ritz

Put your bullshit facial recognition on fritz

I’m afraid you’re sadly mistaken

Paid to spit it like a bad piece of bacon

Take the bread

Even if you gotta lay down on the ground and fake dead

Grab that, way out the habitat

Where the rabbits is at, far from the lab rats

Man’s right to know

Contemplate that as these hands write to flow

It ain’t done yet

He let you know some of the results come sunset

Till then pack your bowl

Jack into your crack ho with black soul coal

Tune the diamond

Just so you know it ain’t some buffoon rhymin'

Hey, watch your tonsils

End up in the hospital, not responsible

Bust that gizzard

Then start to think how it ain’t worth the risk—is it?

Third degree black belt flow

Whip his monkey ass till the track felt slow

Melt snow, now that’s gold

Blow on 'em, make fronts, wow that’s cold

Stole’ded 'em, throws them dice

Cool 'em down, set to mo' flow with ice

Like liquid nitrogen ain’t no wins

Macro- to micro-thin, it’s your skin

Villain strikes again

Equivalent a hundred thousand milligram Vicodin

Not for nuttin', your guess is worth more

Barefoot doin' the James on a dirt floor

Dirt poor

Like, «Don't get your shirt tore, boy»

Crown of thorns, his chain made of razorblades

Gown adorned, homemade blazer suede

Bout to retire

Set up somewhere in the sun and breathe fire

That include tipsy getting

We get it in like your Big Fat Gypsy Wedding

No more thugging

And don’t think you won’t get slapped kid, you’re bugging

It’s all love, rhyme with more dough

Remind me of the fine-wine, time-raw flow

It’s like a worn-in suit

On his shoot, morning commute, torn boot

What a gnarly scene

Publicity stunt, get paid on some Charlie Sheen

Sell Monsanto a barley bean

And have a meeting-up with multiple-party machine

Watch DOOM’s laser

Graze you more worse than an Occam’s razor

Not to interrupt

But anybody else notice time speeding up?

Make your local police worried monthly

And won’t be nowhere nears your country

Grown and got no time for 'em

Lap songs, belly tunes, nylons or iPhone

Bitches do a knock-knee, slack jaw

Don’t speak Afrikaans, cockney, or patois

Alhamdulillah, last off the corner

Only thing he miss is blastin' off a warner

Supervillain, smooth sicko

Why oh why did I leave that Veuve Clicquot?

That’s not up for debate

Be straighter than straight off a big gulp of V8

If she wasn’t so bent

She’d know how the camel got his nose in the tent

Please, enough’s enough

Don’t get snuffed with the key to the cuffs

G’s on your bluffs

Keys to the cuffs

Please, enough’s enough!