Figaro

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
 Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
 Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
 Let me 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 smart shoppa
 Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
 But who'd a know there's two 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 make 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
 Hand 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, No-dose pills
 Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat
 Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
 Told ya, on some get-rich shit
 As he get older, he gets colder than a witch tit
 This is it, make no mistakes
 Where my nigga go?
 Figaro, Figaro
 O's beats and my rhymes attack
 A scary act
 All black like, Miss Mary Mack
 Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
 Doom sings soprano like uno dos y'ano
 My momma told me
 Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
 Not to be troublesome
 But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
 No stick of bubble gum
 I like ice cream
 We could skip the wedding
 Have a nice dream
 She only let him stick the head in
 
 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
 Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
 Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
 Let me 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 smart shoppa
 Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
 But who'd a know there's two 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 make 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
 Hand 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, No-dose pills
 Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat
 Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
 Told ya, on some get-rich shit
 As he get older, he gets colder than a witch tit
 This is it, make no mistakes
 Where my nigga go?
 Figaro, Figaro
 O's beats and my rhymes attack
 A scary act
 All black like, Miss Mary Mack
 Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
 Doom sings soprano like uno dos y'ano
 My momma told me
 Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
 Not to be troublesome
 But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
 No stick of bubble gum
 I like ice cream
 We could skip the wedding
 Have a nice dream
 She only let him stick the head in
 
 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
 Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
 Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
 Let me 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 smart shoppa
 Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
 But who'd a know there's two 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 make 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
 Hand 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, No-dose pills
 Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat
 Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
 Told ya, on some get-rich shit
 As he get older, he gets colder than a witch tit
 This is it, make no mistakes
 Where my nigga go?
 Figaro, Figaro
 O's beats and my rhymes attack
 A scary act
 All black like, Miss Mary Mack
 Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
 Doom sings soprano like uno dos y'ano
 My momma told me
 Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
 Not to be troublesome
 But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
 No stick of bubble gum
 I like ice cream
 We could skip the wedding
 Have a nice dream
 She only let him stick the head in
 
 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
 Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
 Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
 Let me 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 smart shoppa
 Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
 But who'd a know there's two 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 make 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
 Hand 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, No-dose pills
 Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat
 Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
 Told ya, on some get-rich shit
 As he get older, he gets colder than a witch tit
 This is it, make no mistakes
 Where my nigga go?
 Figaro, Figaro
 O's beats and my rhymes attack
 A scary act
 All black like, Miss Mary Mack
 Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
 Doom sings soprano like uno dos y'ano
 My momma told me
 Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
 Not to be troublesome
 But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
 No stick of bubble gum
 I like ice cream
 We could skip the wedding
 Have a nice dream
 She only let him stick the head in