Sorcerers - MF DOOM, John Robinson, Invizible Handz

«Yo, ain’t that?»

He’s not that cat

Got that, and he never shot that gat

Clever spot rats, face plate glisten

He got fat and hate for Jake Snake Plissken

Y’all got the wrong tape by mistake, listen to it hissin'

Crack the safe, his cake’s missin'

Backs to break to tape this could make in prison

Fake dissin', and bake that the wig twistin'

Legend stature

Since the prime factor of the blast master

Gift of gab, mic wrapper, rapper ever

Tracks with terror, like bad meanin' good though

I’m talkin' some of the finest truths to ever bang in your hood, yo

World notoriety, recognized by mad societies

For supplyin' that high-fi so fly

Oh my, skies clear as day

Go sit down in the sunshine

Takin' rappers out like lunch time

It’s just one of those

Bullet holes deliver killer notes

Silence never spoke violence

Keep quiet while you wildin' tryin' to live the Island

Nonsense is never callin' 80 G’s behind him

Still crime affects time on the Island

Nickel and dimin' the hustle’s optional

Powerful moves

Copped two work shifts, block side-gig or two

Under the table

The tammy food blaze with

Stay paid if the name fits you

Who went back and made y’all the boss of us?

It’s the rawest MC’s that flossed’ed it

Sorcerers

It’s furtherin' the era that most know of

Everywhere he go they go

That whole show love

Thank god for the buddha

Tank armor suitor

Word kama sutra user

Stank mama recruiter

Broad set fools up

God get your jewels up (buddha)

Get your jewels up

Get your jewels up

Superstar, all pro, homegrown

The craft speaks alone, mastered this closed casket

Pro savages, poor travelers, hunger reach streets battlers

Money the dollar the dream gaffled up

Scalpel cut broke

Dope gettin' that’s most definite

Gold record hits spinnin', grind forever get it

God’s clever buildin', cheddar fillin'

Keep the better living'

Miscellaneous thoughts

Gettin' millions, know that feelin'

You had enough of that '85 jive talkin'

Loonie schemes, somethin' right off of the movie screens

Burn Hollywood like arson

More powers than Austin, sound awesome

Pump these sounds often

Last chance to come off, son

For more to come in the mental auditorium without forcin' him

Strung him up on the last joint but it don’t stop

Doing this so the world could rock

Who blows spots?

Mommy, look, he talkin' to his self and walkin' fast

On the ave, hawkin' ass with the Walkman on blast

Coby headphones wack

At least it’s Dolby Sony chrome cassette

Only the best you can get off the black market

Tell it, find these truer hell strategies

Sell it like Chinese Duracell batteries

Two dollar for change for a aqua blue benjie

These were brand new

He grew stingy gingerly