CELLZ, Pt. 2 - MF DOOM

DOOM from the realm of El Kulum, smelly gel fume

Separating cell womb to Melle Mel, boom

Revelations in Braille, respiration inhale, view

Nations fail and shaking of a snake tail make due

Blazing swords trace the haze, praise the Lord

Saving Grace, lace your broad, she say she bored

A crazy straw, ink and stale dry paraffin

Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison

A bad samaritan averaging above average men

Rancid rants having rambling savages scavenging

For scraps, perhaps roadkill, if that

Gift of gab, and he flowed ill, chrom stiff hat

Known for writing lightning tight lines, chiefin'

Beefin', being off deep nds, divine bright shines even

Dimes quiet as mimes by design mighty fine

Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind

Need mines now that was this is then, listenin'

To sizzlin' officialtons whisperin', «Him again»

Metal Face Finster playing with the dirty money

Sinister, don’t know what he saying but the words be funny

Major vet spaded through the vest with a bayonet

Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget

Make her sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits

Then it gets wilder with more childisher degenerates

Three thousand years ago, Moses said:

«Every human being is responsible for his actions

Or thy being is still a beast, not yet human!»

You ought to let your uncle flow, my motorcycle trunkfuls

From two-one two-one, lose crumbs to chunks in bundles

Hands down, better than what your mans used to get

Standing around from where the translucent looses spit

Missing wheel, you don’t listen, you’re a feel-head

Sitting in the kitchen pissing, twitching, kissing steel lead

Crime pays no dental nor medical

Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal

You heard like roaring waters in a seashell

If a tree fell, you couldn’t tell from three cell

Be real careful, they tell him by the earful

Kids doing skid bids, acting out is terrible

Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on

Pants sagging back when you used to meant you had a skirt on

Squirts posing as thuggers and hustlers

El Eloh closer then y’alls ball huggers and jugglers

Motherfuckers!

DOOM is transmitting a message to you

Super fools

I need to use more power