[00:00.000] 作曲 : Otis Jackson, Jr./Daniel Dumile
[00:00.552][Verse: MF Doom]
[00:05.333]The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
[00:07.851]The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
[00:11.159]Take it from the TEC-9 holder
[00:13.203]They bit, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
[00:16.491]Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
[00:18.098]Lemme think; don't let her faint get Ishmael
[00:20.934]A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
[00:23.438]Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack-clack blocka
[00:26.832]Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
[00:29.340]Start shit stoppa be a smarter shoppa
[00:31.666]Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
[00:33.673]But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
[00:36.731]'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
[00:39.004]Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
[00:41.770]Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
[00:44.279]We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butter moist
[00:47.076]Man, please. The stage is made of panties
[00:49.334]From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
[00:51.646]Ban me the dough rake, daddy
[00:53.981]The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
[00:57.362]For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
[00:59.922]He'd take her for her masters, hit it once, and shake her hand
[01:02.689]On some ol' "thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her
[01:04.963]She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
[01:08.018]A whole host of roller coaster riders
[01:10.328]Not enough tracks (is it?)
[01:11.338]Hot enuff black (for ya)
[01:12.923]It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
[01:15.430]Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
[01:17.939]Do not stand still, boast show skills
[01:19.955]Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
[01:22.210]Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill
[01:25.731]Not supposed to overdose, NoDoz pills
[01:28.732]Offsides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
[01:30.991]Off pride tykes now talk wide though scar meat
[01:33.752]Told ya, on some get-rich shit
[01:36.032]As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit
[01:39.044]This is it, make no mistakes
[01:40.551]Where my nigga go?
[01:42.559]Figaro, Figaro
[01:43.336]

作曲 : Otis Jackson, Jr./Daniel Dumile
The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the TEC-9 holder
They bit, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
Lemme think; don't let her faint get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack-clack blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
Start shit stoppa be a smarter shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butter moist
Man, please. The stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
Ban me the dough rake, daddy
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once, and shake her hand
On some ol' "thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks (is it?)
Hot enuff black (for ya)
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast show skills
Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose, NoDoz pills
Offsides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
Off pride tykes now talk wide though scar meat
Told ya, on some get-rich shit
As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro