[00:00.00] 作曲 : Dumile, Jackson ...
[00:02.00][Produced by Madlib]
[00:02.77]
[00:03.28][Intro: MF DOOM]
[00:05.48]It never really mattered too much to me
[00:10.66]'Cause I was just too damn old to emcee
[00:16.40]All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill
[00:21.90]Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby
[00:25.81]
[00:26.19][Verse: MF DOOM]
[00:27.29]Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
[00:29.89]To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
[00:32.85]Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light
[00:35.34]Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
[00:38.21]Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear
[00:41.30]Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
[00:43.75]The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list
[00:46.61]Some even say he might need some pus-sychiatrist
[00:49.44]DOOM, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
[00:51.84]Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
[00:54.86]She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling
[00:57.19]My posse's on Broadway like Mama, I Want to Sing!
[00:59.99]Mad plays the bass like the race card
[01:02.50]Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
[01:05.58]Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude
[01:08.22]But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
[01:11.46]Uh, what is jalape?os?
[01:13.65]Get it like a whoopin' when you holla at your seniors
[01:16.47]Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena
[01:19.18]He just came from over there, the grass is greener
[01:21.86]Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes
[01:24.32]And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there's mad glitches
[01:27.60]Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches
[01:30.25]One thing this party could use is more... *ahem*
[01:33.20]Booze,put yourself in your own shoes
[01:35.49]And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don't use
[01:38.56]He only keep 'em to decorate, if you wanna
[01:41.70]Peep him, select a date and bring a deep check, like "Check, mate"
[01:44.12]I kid you not, on the dotted line signed
[01:46.31]Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
[01:49.26]On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
[01:52.20]But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine
[01:55.25]Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
[01:57.67]This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
[02:00.66]On second thought it's too thick,his assistant said: "DOOM, you sick," he said "True" through acoustics
[02:06.31]Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning
[02:08.72]With micro power he's sound and right reasoning
[02:11.83]It's easy as pi, three-point-one-four
[02:14.37]One more one false move and they're done for—

作曲 : Dumile, Jackson ...

It never really mattered too much to me
'Cause I was just too damn old to emcee
All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill
Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby

Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some pus-sychiatrist
DOOM, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling
My posse's on Broadway like Mama, I Want to Sing!
Mad plays the bass like the race card
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalape?os?
Get it like a whoopin' when you holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena
He just came from over there, the grass is greener
Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes
And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there's mad glitches
Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches
One thing this party could use is more... *ahem*
Booze,put yourself in your own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don't use
He only keep 'em to decorate, if you wanna
Peep him, select a date and bring a deep check, like "Check, mate"
I kid you not, on the dotted line signed
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine
Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second thought it's too thick,his assistant said: "DOOM, you sick," he said "True" through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning
With micro power he's sound and right reasoning
It's easy as pi, three-point-one-four
One more one false move and they're done for—