Yessir! - MF DOOM, Raekwon

Live in stereo!

Yessir!

This what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah

Yeah yeah (These parts bogie)

You don’t even know that’s the official word up in the town

You heard?

(Yeah) hahaha (Who needs trees?)

Get that swing (Yessir!) get it in man (Yeah)

That’s the official shit kid, mm-hmm (Fuck that)

Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park and shit

What are you going to rap about?

Yeah, when niggas was rhymin hard and comin crazy

Electrifying and vivid (All that, all that) yo

I’m like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I’m mad high

Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah

Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes

The Jews want the crib when the God dies

I’m deadly, metaphors’ll dog you

While I’m in the Forbes, first 500 niggas who raw live

Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key

But he O.G., half of his niggas gone or in hidin

Federales’ll sneak, police, holdin my old piece

Heard the young policeman died

58 carats of glass, the Aston blueberry black

Where I keep my ices and knives at

One of the force rawest

Yo, we’re British aware who get money, shoot dice in his fortress

Mocknecks and stragglers

Eightball jackets the hagglers of the rap game, post up, surprise

I want that spot

Coolin with the Supervillain team, all you other playboys is twats

Niggas be down for the murder game

Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame

I’m thirsty, hungry like a Somalian

Prol’ly with them niggas with the waves in they dome like tsunami

All we do is get fresh and fuck ma probably

Yo' baby mother gave me head in Barney’s while I calmly

And I got giants in armies

While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas

Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith

Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack

We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith

700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance

Yeah son, gimme your ear son

Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man

Fuckin' chicken, ha ha ha

Doom, the warning signal again, somebody approaches!

What manner of creatures are these?

There they are again, FIRE!

A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans

Okay, let’s make sure all the windows are covered

A straightforward entry has turned

Into what appears to be a barricaded standoff

POLICE DEPARTMENT!

COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!

Anything you say, cracker

As the funky beat continues