Anti-Matter

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From Venus to Mars, back to Earth
 Back to the HBO satellite
 It's showtime nigga
 King Geedorah on the board (King Geedorah)
 MF DOOM and I am Mister Fantastik
 Expeditiously, I be on my grizzly
 Feds try to creep me, somehow always miss me
 Mister Fantastik put the busy in the bee
 Rock from the bottom straight to the tizzy
 Who is he? He need to get out more
 Or either get outta here like some dang outlaw
 Standing like Lurch, no herb in the record bin
 Called him for a random search, curbside checkin' and
 It's on, nigga, on and cracking
 Like Digg'em, lips be smacking
 Running off at the mouth steady talkin' 'bout us
 On some shit they overheard, but enough is enough
 Yeah, It's neither here nor there black
 Warfare in your ear, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
 What's that? You're hearing things, tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
 Be wearing your thinking hat
 No matter how hard they try, they can't stop us now
 We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sound (are you serious?) (Of course)
 They don't know how we get down when we're out uptown (deadly serious. King Geedorah)
 So when you see us in the streets, don't be fuckin' around (perfect)
 A hundred things on the re-up, of course I'm living fat
 My Mercedes outside, nigga, where yours at?
 Top down on a good day, Decatur out on wood way
 Got cats thinking, "Should I stay?" Fuck what the hood say
 Niggas wanna rob me now, bitches wanna slob me now
 Hoes didn't holler last year, feel sorry now
 Practice jump shot, Reggie Mill', Robert Horry now
 The nigga that you with played like Atari now
 Lyrically unorthodox, I flow continuous
 Never on a straight path, I'm known to bend a twist
 Put it down from the Suburb to the Tenament
 You betting against me, but wanna wonder where your money went
 I get the cash, take niggas out like trash
 Known to stack a mean stash, they used to call me pure math
 Back in the days, all I did was stay paid
 But as they say in the South, "Bitch, give me some head"
 Excuse me Mister, do she got a sister?
 Who he not to kiss her? True, she do got a blister
 Now the movie plot twists like a Twizzler
 If I needed my meat burnt, I'd go to Sizzler
 Getting paid like a biker with the best crank
 Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank
 Type to just blank and don't show much pity
 When I'm in the city, I always keep a Dutch with me
 Touch her titty 'til she ask me where the trees is at
 Or tell me, "Don't squeeze that," rats, wanna tease a cat
 Let the dog beg, wait up, who talking?
 DOOM with the hog leg, straight up New York
 No matter how hard they try, they can't stop us now (that's correct)
 We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sound (King Geedorah)
 They don't know how we get down when we're out uptown (I just can't stand the guy)
 So when you see us in the streets
 

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Duration
03:26
Tempo
95 BPM

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