No copyright intended Produced by MF DOOM Lyrics... 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]? [Tommy Gunn] 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... [the finest!] [MF Doom] 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 fa! cts Which niggaz 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 [Tommy Gunn] 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 [MF Doom] Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup This one etched in stone, the chisel with the
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