[00:00.32]Mic check...[00:20.15]Come through, dig the sound![00:27.86]Crowd around![00:31.68]I used to cop a lot[00:33.42]But never copped no drop[00:34.57]Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bob alot[00:37.17]Stop and stick around[00:38.39]Come through and dig the sound[00:39.53]Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his shit around[00:42.35]Bound to go three-plat[00:43.46]Came to destroy rap[00:44.76]It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strat[00:46.66] cats get kidnapped[00:48.99]Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that[00:52.10]Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility[00:54.67]Broken household name usually said in hostility[00:57.43]Um... what... it's MF, you silly[00:59.68]I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'[01:02.03]"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double[01:04.53]Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo[01:07.15]Watch your own back[01:08.14]Can't even go out alone, black[01:09.77]Stay in the zone - turn H2O to Cognac[01:12.47]On Doomsday![01:13.79]Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went[01:16.09]That's what my tomb will say[01:17.53]Right above my government, Dumile[01:19.83]Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?[01:22.39]I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section[01:24.69]If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then[01:27.60]Cell number 17, up under the top bunk[01:29.94]I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk[01:32.29]Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped[01:34.84]God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape[01:37.46]Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children[01:39.96]One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building[01:42.53]While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer[01:44.83]I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer[01:47.34]A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime[01:49.85]Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime[01:52.30]Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need toothpaste[01:54.75]Fresher mint, monkey-style niggas get[01:57.37]And shit fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness[02:00.21]Real mens mind their own business[02:02.32]That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch[02:05.22]How come I hold the microphone double-clutch[02:07.52]C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox found[02:09.78]On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown[02:12.58]On Doomsday![02:13.64]Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went[02:16.04]That's what my tomb will say[02:17.75]Right above my government, Dumile[02:19.85]Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?[02:23.01]Doomsday[02:23.65]Every since the womb 'til I'm back to the essence[02:26.12]Read it off the tomb[02:27.67]Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?[02:29.78]Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"[02:32.43]Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk[02:34.96]I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk[02:37.40]Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang[02:39.91]Nicknames .metal fang[02:43.02]Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang[02:44.77]Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutan[02:48.07]Only gin and Tang[02:49.17]Guzzled out a rusty tin can[02:51.05]Me and this mic is like yin and yang[02:53.05]Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth[02:55.44]It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth[02:57.99]I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth[03:00.26]Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth[03:03.17]But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce[03:05.52]So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife[03:08.18]Strong enough to please a wife[03:09.93]Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life[03:13.08]Cut the crap far as rap[03:15.13]Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing[03:18.49]What the devil? He's on another level[03:20.38]It's a word! No, a name! MF - the super-villain![03:27.45]Doomsday![03:38.14]Dig the sound[03:39.44]Crowd around