Yikes - Scienz of Life, MF DOOM

And Now the nation of the worlds presented by YIKES

It’s way too fly like the ecliptic is fun to see

Reminds of hey you guys and electric company

Big Lil Sci, ID, Willabee,

Atillamy, Villainy, In this ill built soliloquy

Came through to do the do through the do

and confuse your crew like rubik’s cube

The metal masked face mangled and purpled caped

Found a way to smash the triangle through the circle shape

Faster than a team of ace microphone bandits

Taller than a solar system not known planet

Enough to leave your mind blown ain’t it?

Keep an open mind don’t take things for granted

MCs seem to be slushed out

They must be still got the wool over their eyes like mush mouth

It’s like a goldrush in the South for the truth

Beyond shadow of a doubt

Ay yow who tapped me?

About to get real ill

And still kill two birds with one rock

Still coolin, chilli’n making papers

Acting stupid running capers

Acting like vis giving skeez the vapors

Now can I remember or was I really dead bent

When theis trick tried to get me for all shillings and pence

Oh yeah that makes me think about sly when he was alive

The first cat that took me to the country and before he moved out Wy

And I was a little guy hanging around older cats

With fat dookie ropes and fly Gucci hats

Fucking around with black shoe polish writing my name on the wall

My theme through like Slick Rick lick the balls

And here I am with Dumile

The city sciple social single no more no less and less I say

Inspecta layback wigs out

And gets jiggy bling platinum swigged out

On old Grandad, who me? Oh yeaah I’m buggin

Sorta like when my daughters mother told me she had a bun in the oven

Ay yow don’t even try to mess with me to the exit

Messi’n around on the mic I’ll leave the rhyme pregnant

Whenever we picking up mics it’s like

Whenever we blowing up shows it’s like

Whenever we taking control of our destiny

Taking hip-hop to next degree

Holy Smokes, you don’t want to mess with these MCs cause

We’ve rhyming ever since we had '(Sample)Peach Fuzz.'

For each of us it’s been a ten year span now

Even back then I knew one day we’d lay this jam down

Smoother version of return of the boom bap

MF to the Scienz consider yourself DOOMED black

Acting mics like chrome piece

Styles stay fat like obese

Whether written or off the dome piece

Carbon copy MCs getting real sloppy ya’ll

Won’t even waste my time going back and forth like volleyball

Riding tracks like trolley cars

The last thing on my mind is selling my soul becoming a shiny star

Can’t even consider it

A real tight cat I’ll let a brother know if I ain’t feeling it

Not even a little bit

Half these cats trying to pass ignorance for heaven sense

But we give them no pity ya’ll

Scienz of Life, MF DOOM down to the titty ball

I said we give them no pity ya’ll

Scienz to the MF going down to the titty bar

The supersonic ex-feeling

Sipping the liquid tonic

Pull the bubonic tag, the man hunt

Circle dot now you got it

Review my microphonics

Do the economics 4 Windz and God

For standoff burning tags with camfrost

The man’s lost without a mic

Pop-a-stoppa a handoff

And banned all rappers that’s wack

Spook the saturn loop the drum track

Yow we live and direct transmitting text

VX verb made the first correct

In transmitting threaten your sound set system

And like the sun solar

Joints are soft like Mozart

Performing arts director

Moves like the martyr connector

Reflection rays like I need the bomb

Depletes complete vision

Medicate conniption off the rhythm

The wisdom, permission, admission cop the lP listen

Kicking drums there’s fits in my lung ribs

Chest expands thunderous

We running red light stop lights