Red and Gold - MF DOOM, MF Doom feat. King Ghidra

I remember when, last past November when

Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberlands

They left him trembling, he was not remembering:

Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem

Some would debate, «Wait, the fella ate gelatin

Or he been listening in to what his weathermens was telling him»

When I could feel it in my melanin, it’s compelling

Us to break them off, no reassembling

No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to

Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do

You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse

Just don’t look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the scripts

Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails

All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail

700 volts holds rap to a standstill

Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed

Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled

And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill

And built with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze

(And the lights went down and hey!)

And I knew it was the last day — Wig-Twisting Season

When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason

Mostly with these crimes of treason

And you’ll be lucky if there’s no squeezing even this evening

From how he’s feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick

He’s the villain with the million dollar voice-throw trick

He’s like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker’s back

Couldn’t think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack

It don’t really matter how big them is.

So much as a nipple

Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple

'Cept the nipple little.

Just hot off the griddle

Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self

Ain’t no average MC ahead of me

Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree

With nicknames, sick games as Rick James

Messy games, sci-fly such as Jesse James

Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker

Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker

Got bagged cause of the dirty chick with make-up

Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up

My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May

To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod earthday

All else?

Worthless to say

(And the lights went down and hey!)

That’s when I knew it was the first day — Wig-Twisting Season

When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning

Mostly with these crimes of treason men

And y’all be lucky if there’s no squeezing even this evening

It’s like a mosquito, the much sweeter resent the act

I been bent back since my Physical went back

Since, Cultured more of my kin

And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole

Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold

In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold

To 'round Nimrod release day

And all else?

Needless to say

Wait a motherfucking minute!

True facts presented

The names was probably changed just to protect who ain’t in it

The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4/5ths was converted

The way his shit was twisted?

Ask him if it hurted

Wig-Twisting Season

When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning

Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating

All types of different styles of treason