Yikes

(Intro announcer voice)
 And Now the nation of the worlds presented by YIKES
 It's way too fly like the ecliptic is fun to see
 Reminds of hey you guys and electric company
 Big Lil Sci, ID, Willabee,
 Atillamy, Villainy, In this ill built soliloquy
 Came through to do the do through the do
 and confuse your crew like rubik's cube
 The metal masked face mangled and purpled caped
 Found a way to smash the triangle through the circle shape
 Faster than a team of ace microphone bandits
 Taller than a solar system not known planet
 Enough to leave your mind blown ain't it?
 Keep an open mind don't take things for granted
 MCs seem to be slushed out
 They must be still got the wool over their eyes like mush mouth
 It's like a goldrush in the South for the truth
 Beyond shadow of a doubt
 Ay yow who tapped me?
 About to get real ill
 And still kill two birds with one rock
 Still coolin, chilli'n making papers
 Acting stupid running capers
 Acting like vis giving skeez the vapors
 Now can I remember or was I really dead bent
 When theis trick tried to get me for all shillings and pence
 Oh yeah that makes me think about sly when he was alive
 The first cat that took me to the country and before he moved out Wy
 And I was a little guy hanging around older cats
 With fat dookie ropes and fly Gucci hats
 Fucking around with black shoe polish writing my name on the wall
 My theme through like Slick Rick lick the balls
 And here I am with Dumile
 The city sciple social single no more no less and less I say
 Inspecta layback wigs out
 And gets jiggy bling platinum swigged out
 On old Grandad, who me? Oh yeaah I'm buggin
 Sorta like when my daughters mother told me she had a bun in the oven
 Ay yow don't even try to mess with me to the exit
 Messi'n around on the mic I'll leave the rhyme pregnant
 Whenever we picking up mics it's like
 Whenever we blowing up shows it's like
 Whenever we taking control of our destiny
 Taking hip-hop to next degree
 Holy Smokes, you don't want to mess with these MCs cause
 We've rhyming ever since we had '(Sample)Peach Fuzz.'
 For each of us it's been a ten year span now
 Even back then I knew one day we'd lay this jam down
 Smoother version of return of the boom bap
 MF to the Scienz consider yourself DOOMED black
 Acting mics like chrome piece
 Styles stay fat like obese
 Whether written or off the dome piece
 Carbon copy MCs getting real sloppy ya'll
 Won't even waste my time going back and forth like volleyball
 Riding tracks like trolley cars
 The last thing on my mind is selling my soul becoming a shiny star
 Can't even consider it
 A real tight cat I'll let a brother know if I ain't feeling it
 Not even a little bit
 Half these cats trying to pass ignorance for heaven sense
 But we give them no pity ya'll
 Scienz of Life, MF DOOM down to the titty ball
 I said we give them no pity ya'll
 Scienz to the MF going down to the titty bar
 The supersonic ex-feeling
 Sipping the liquid tonic
 Pull the bubonic tag, the man hunt
 Circle dot now you got it
 Review my microphonics
 Do the economics 4 Windz and God
 For standoff burning tags with camfrost
 The man's lost without a mic
 Pop-a-stoppa a handoff
 And banned all rappers that's wack
 Spook the saturn loop the drum track
 Yow we live and direct transmitting text
 VX verb made the first correct
 In transmitting threaten your sound set system
 And like the sun solar
 Joints are soft like Mozart
 Performing arts director
 Moves like the martyr connector
 Reflection rays like I need the bomb
 Depletes complete vision
 Medicate conniption off the rhythm
 The wisdom, permission, admission cop the lP listen
 Kicking drums there's fits in my lung ribs
 Chest expands thunderous
 We running red light stop lights