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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madlib
Madlib
Programming
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Vocals
Bill Evans
Bill Evans
Sampled Artist
George Clinton
George Clinton
Sampled Artist
MED
MED
Vocals
Osmar Milito & Quarteto Forma
Osmar Milito & Quarteto Forma
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otis Jackson Jr
Otis Jackson Jr
Songwriter
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
Nick Rodriguez
Nick Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Recording Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Two, two, one two
[Verse 2]
How Doom hold heat then preach non-violence?
Shhh, he about to start the speech, c'mon silence
On one starry night, I saw the light
Heard a voice that sound like Barry White
Said "Sure you're right"
Don't let me find out who tried to bite
They better off goin' to fly a kite in a firefight
During tornado time with no coat than I caught ya
Wrote the book on rhymes, a note from the author
With no headshot, he said it's been a while
Got a breadwinner style to get a inner child to finna smile
And that's no exaggeration
The doctor told a patient
"It's all in your imagination, negro"
Ahh, what do he know?
About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego
Trippin' to date the metal fellow been rippin' flows
Since New York plates was ghetto yellow with broke blue writing
This is too exciting
Folks leave out the show feelin' truly enlightened
They say "The Villain been spittin' enough lightning
To rock shock the Boogie Down to Brighton"
Aight then
[Verse 3]
Yeah, check, it's enough
Uh, yeah, now
[Verse 4]
How Med hold heat like Clint East is reborn?
Leave you with more holes than a dartboard
Haters watch him, Hennessy double shot drink
Like the answer to the problems at the bottle's bottom
Uh, from the bottom, top that homey, pay how you owe me
My **** take no like Kobe
Even with the arms of the Hulk
You couldn't hold me
From gettin' mines, stogies be rolled
Smokin' and gettin' by
Thanks to rap I ain't got a dime
Got me sneakin' out of checkout lines with bottles by the waistside
Yeah, smack 'em in the face, let 'em taste pride
Face trial, end up washed up like the shorelines
Do or die, ride how the dead return
Street turns, keep me in this dirt like an earthworm
What he spit hits the bones, will brothers ever learn?
Word for word, chat with a nerd, meeting adjourned
Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson, MED, Otis Jackson Jr
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