Greenbacks - 12" Version

[00:10.98] [MF Doom
[00:39.46] A fly tramp, that's what she called me
[00:41.05] 'Cause I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul C
[00:43.53] As y'all see, who give a fuck? Who know what is it?
[00:46.64] These styles will be flipped to the absolute exquisite
[00:49.20] It's like a blizzard, soon as I got home from ATL
[00:52.49] Looked into my baby's face, my boo was like ... "Well!
[00:55.35] I know your types of clientele! Thoughts, needs"
[00:58.10] As I held her firmly, yet gentle as the soft sea
[01:00.83] She said, "The one with the horse weave?" The pretty one?"
[01:03.88] All crazy, had to touch the tattoo through the short sleeve
[01:06.52] Which one you want? I'm like, "If there was comp?
[01:08.67] Fuck around, a nigga like me probably run up in all three!"
[01:12.06] King Geedorah what they call me, either caesar or baldy
[01:15.66] Probably half-boozed since last y'all saw me
[01:17.83] On the D-low, I slaughter solo emcees, they paper-thin
[01:20.56] In they Polo, Nautica, or DK men
[01:23.13] Amen! It's funny how significance make a difference
[01:26.33] Notice parables of three in every other inference
[01:28.94] For instance: "Who wanna battle? On the real?
[01:31.50] Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel"
[01:34.80] I own a crown in all three for getting down without a doubt
[01:38.01] I'd like to give a extra special out
[01:40.52] To Jet Jaguar, the sun, moon and star
[01:42.84] The Monster Island Czars – y'all know who you are
[01:45.69] Get that!
[01:46.58] [Tommy Gunn
[02:02.67] Coming straight from the black lungs
[02:03.85] I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
[02:05.70] Stack ones in packs, done and doing back-to-back runs
[02:08.34] To my peeps that close, so's ya' knows what's up
[02:10.54] Y'all know the dough's quick, hoes that mess with 5-O shrimp like, "What?"
[02:14.16] Like they wanna shmoosh us, just to packing the pushers
[02:16.60] I'm packing gat then bust a cap at po-po
[02:18.38] If they catch us and try to push us
[02:19.90] Since when a MINY nigga don't be taking no shit?
[02:22.20] I be that drug dealing nigga that be fucking ya' bitch!
[02:26.36] What a fella! Like Salt, Pepa, Spinderella
[02:28.64] I came to spark the deaf, dumb and blind like Helen Keller
[02:31.50] If I'm not with George of the Jungle, if he not with Stella
[02:34.50] Or either Priscilla, I'm doing dips on Godzilla
[02:37.23] Though y'all know he don't play, right?
[02:38.90] TNT throws a nigga out a moving van in broad daylight
[02:42.56] And he was shackled by hands and feet
[02:44.59] Then they say he tried to escape, once his face scraped the concrete
[02:48.58] Near the curb on Monster Island, 103 Street
[02:51.40] Where brothers run the risk of getting swallowed once the Beast eat
[02:54.05] I'd rather lay in the cut, collect cash pay
[02:56.61] Only TNT I see is Gilligan's castaway
[02:59.71] With Mary Jane and Ginger
[03:01.70] Oh, from which you spent the night by accident, I creep like a ninja
[03:05.22] When the mack is bent, who can give one fuck?
[03:08.23] Get bucked, get broke up like three-piece nun-chucks
[03:10.80] Y'all sun struck, sick to they head-piece
[03:13.64] Three-headed beast brings the drama to a dead cease
[03:16.76] (Get that money, god)
[03:24.41] Sick to they head-piece
[03:33.92] (Get that money, god)
[03:44.53] (Get that money, god)
[03:48.16] (Get that money, god)
[03:49.63] Greenbacks ... the meanest green stacks
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