ฟังเพลงThe Finest

The Finest - MF Doom

The Finest

As the life cycle goes on goes on

And you learn to hold on hold on

To things like the mic the mic

And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest

On said device

But who is The finest

Time at shashuma too much drama blind behind the rumor

Time and time and time my mind

I'm trying to find a tumor

Time at shashuma no time for humor

As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead

You trying to find Pumas

Sooner the better even knitted a sweater already

Keep your leather we coming through the brutal weather

We ready to do whatever yo' Doom you with it

You know it like a poet my brother

Hey Gunn you wit it

Whatever I know about going paid to broke

To next day well-off

To bust a shell off to dick-riders Get the hell off

Made a call to a client he must've had his cell off

A show-off he has the same bite but fell off

I tell off the bat from science to pure facts

Which niggas is wack 'til they last two tracks

Matter fact y'all could wait for the rep to tell

The tall-tale how he escape from out the depths of hell

When die he gon' die like a soldier die

Holding a swollen eye drinking Olde Gold

Smoking a stog watching po-po patrol the beach

Blowing my high rolling by when Gunn die

He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky

Yup That hold water like drizzle in a paper cup

This one etched in stone the chisel with the paper up

I need a cut a taper-up edge-up

Niggas can't measure up I'm here to get the treasure up

Stands up and hold 'em high do or die

He got heat no surprise stop the beat close your eyes

Got the w**d rolling lah

Not sweet so no demise all the guys drops seeds so multiply

Within the prophecies hold the lie

He bled my mother and my father but can't bleed me

Od ghetto misery he bled my brother my sister

But can't bleed me

Aog ghetto misery bled my mother my father

But can't bleed

Me sci-fly whole style stuck up

Used to talk to myself I told him Shut the f**k up

Buckle up 'cause it's about to be rough

He said Keep talking that sh*t you 'bout to be snuffed

Then we squashed it I let em know Watch it

We only met a time to join these rhymers

In the mosh pit

Gosh it feels great just to increase the chance

For a p**sy ni**a face to hit the dance floor

I pull ya' top up got clout crack rock what

Now it's all good business

And so this b**ch is locked up

On the dance floor

You got knocked out your b**ch got knocked up

Baby-face and hey can you brand you brand new machete

Damn I just syour hand and can't stand you already

Can't stand you understand you deadly

But my hammer's like a band my man

It's Brand New and Heavy

Yo' Doom you ready

Yeah Yo' Gunn you with it Whatever

Come on stay I wrote this rhyme on my born-day

Remind me of the same style I flipped on Hey

Yikes Who can f**k with the likes

Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's

Metal grill with many styles better still

Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel

And deal and run rings around rhymers

And run rings like number runners whose old-timers

Shorty in the all black she think she all that

I called her she said don't call back

She called me now what you call that

Let's go back I sold crack

Hold gats smoke that drink that toke that

F**k Where that ho at Where that dough at

Suffering succotash

This hooker broke into his last buck of cash

He love her motherf**k her a**

Metal feet dented your car fender

My agenda up in the basement party tipping the bartender

Is unbeknownst to you who could get body blown

MF like Mike Fran Corleone

And got it sown maricon like to know what you staring at

An invisible cat who pull off a disappearing act

Raised by a pack a wild womens like Sweetback

Front I'm be back

Like brothers in the street act

Surrounded by a bunch a bad b**ches like Sweetback

F**k with me I'll be back

Like niggas in the streets act streets act