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CZARFACE & MF DOOM – Czarwyn’s Theory Of People Getting Loose Lyrics

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CZARFACE & MF DOOM – Czarwyn’s Theory Of People Getting Loose Lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

Usual suspects again (Usual suspects at it)

Mr. Black (Mr. Black), Mr. Brown (Mr. Brown)

Mr. Irish (Mr. Irish), Mr. Greek (Mr. Greek)

We been at it for hours (Hours)

We searched this whole industry (Whole industry)

And we couldn’t find no dope (Found no dope)

I mean, there’s no fuckin’ dope (No fuckin’ dope)

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

They love me ’cause I talk my shit

They love me more ’cause I walk my shit

War with the gift, score with it, Jordan assists

Shorter blip, beat the beat, stick a fork in this shit

Don’t trip, forfeit, it’s a brother’s grip

Yo, how they kill a body and still party like it wasn’t them?

Fire supplier, droppin’ game like I’m Urban Meyer

Thе sire leave your еyes wider than Suburban tires

Rebel the great, whatever it takes

No pressin’ the brakes, you hate? You could never debate

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I’m settin’ ya straight, wait, no scale could measure the weight

The bottom line is your head on a plate, mate (CZARFACE)

I pull strings like I’m playin’ the harp

I really live it, you just playin’ the part

Make way for the shark, I’m colder, strictly business is the soldier

Steady knockin’ like a witness of Jehovah (Come with me)

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]

Metal mask, get harassed, say it’s true, forget the past

Bring your liquor, get the flask, tap your cigarette to ash

Feel it quicker, get to blast, this is sicker than this trash

Guard my ninjas in the cash, you begin to bet the stash

Chicken dinners, up to task, toes pressin’ on your throat

Wonderin’, “Is this the end?” Good question, you know who

On a better note, better than racketeerin’, sellin’ dope


Not obvious, resilient like bending down to get the soap (Ah)

[Break]

That kinda separates me from everybody else

You know, my mask, so, I love it

Look at this freakin’ loaf of bread that my buddy Piero baked today

Holy shit (There, fall back)

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[Verse 3: Esoteric]

I can see clear in the dark, beauty, Imperial March

All my material sharp, that’s how I tear ’em apart

I’m magic like Houdini, my gambit low, but no Luccini

Hoodied up like Jawa, Utinni, rest look like [?]

People likin’ me to question, nobody can truly see me

When it comes to rap, I’m as brutal as Mussolini

My patience wearing thin, I’m Ratjakowski at arenas

Sorta, Joaquin Phoenix, remix of the Joker

Listen, it’s bulimic, a demon, [?] steez how I part the seas

If they speakin’ like they Mola Ram, without heart to squeeze

Barely sleepin’ ’cause they heart disease

Your arteries are filled with bars, the beats and every mark a P

I swear they all unique, I’m David Harbour meets a Marley beat

The way I get bands and give ’em hell, boy

Leave you in the dirt like Barry Larkin cleats, spaced out

Like how a Martian speaks

Ironic, how you sound like a salesman when you rockin’

When in fact, it’s me who had zero interest in what you’re droppin’

Or concocted, unlock it, so stick a sock in it, I’m dominant

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Like Tyson Fury boxin’, I’m prominent

Yo, I heard your crew was poppin’ shit, but now, not so often

I caught ’em and I made ’em cry

Like catchin’ [?] from Sarah McLaughlin

The pharaoh was talkin’, people want ’em

The beats beat the freaks, so Bleeker Street don’t need to scorn ’em

I kill the track, it’s still intact, so why you playin’ possum?

I download packs and red lines, I thought you knew I’m awesome

[Outro]

I have no idea what you said but I’m pretty sure it’s awesome

What?

What?

And if you idiots out there don’t know what that is

I’m not gonna tell ya


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