The Missing Notebook Rhymes - MF DOOM

Madvillain -  F.Y.I (Ft. MED) (UNRELEASED) RIP MF DOOM

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Lyrics 

Let me rap on this shit cause you know what I've done
I think I need to suffer
Exactly this shit that I've done, this shit that I do

Man, this shit is a bluffer
I guess I gotta look at my actions and know what I've done
Man, this shit'll get rougher
Man, I feel like life, that shit ain't even fair

I feel like you weren't even there
Gotta think of my room, had to look over there
It's been 23 minutes, fucking seven yard scare
You can try to hurt me if you dare

You think you can do it, but you know I ain't scared
And I told you, Gianna, that life is not fair
Life doesn't really matter cause you know that I care
If all the stuff that I'm doing's a sin

Why God never stop it, you know that he win
I feel like the bowling ball, you are the pin
My head's in a spiral, be making me spin
Like I be mad, I be lashing all out

Like UrStar9900, you know we're about
I be breaking and, breaking, it turns into doubt
My chopper go crazy, it sound like a shout
My emotions changed to sad, to happy, to sad

To mad, to happy, to sad
You couldn't be me, you can't step on my shoes
If you would've been me, then you wouldn't been glad
Like always out here just busting my ass

Like bitch ain't no racer, but coming in last
I'm talking about me cause you know that I'm fast
Yeah, yeah, you know that I'm fast
Bitch, it's 1:50 right back in the morning

Bitch, I be missing my flight, damn
I be screaming, UrStar, UrStar
Bitch, I'm on live with the cam
Man, I ran to God like a lamb

They calling me Thomas, they thinking I can
Hear shots in the air like you're hearing a bam
When tapping his credit, that shit was a scam
That shit is the plan

Hate when these niggas they telling these lies
Lil' nigga you lying, you paying the price
I care about money, and getting so rich
These niggas be hating, they all on are dicks

Spinning in SRT, I'm in the whip
I know that her ass ain't talking about shit
Some people just really think that I'm chaotic
We popping my shit, I be changing the topic

Stay in school, you getting great knowledge
Stop all of the cap a lot, there's no logic
When I'm rapping on songs, you know that I got it
Damn, that's your bitch, you all in her body

Got a whole lot of standards, I really got hobbies
Really got bars, but this is not it
We catching some opps, and we catching my feet
If my music is ass, I gotta delete

I be going on live at I tend to not leave
Tend to not leave
I be staying on that shit, too
Y'all feel me

Yeah the bitch gonna feel me
I feel like immortal they failing to kill me
I'm breaking inside. I want Yahweh to heal me
My cousin wanna see me, she wanna see the real me
But you know, I can't do it
You love me so much but you know that I blew it
Like I feel loose screws in my head you can't screw it
I told you again and again I can't do it
I can't do it
I felt like I'm wicked I did it again
I don't want no friends
I'm done with this song. yeah that shit is the end
Me and Key Marr yeah we back on a song
Can't be in the dark I be taking that bong
I don't want these people go singing along
I deserve to suffer. That's where I belong.

Unidentified

I'd like to start off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for this Frankenstein monster
Along with my partner who's a bro of few words
We did this research for true nerds and two birds
Piano
Do a show, same time watch it
And guaranteed to give em more than just hock spit
MC extraordinaire, technique sort of rare
Caught a glare, sure to scare, next week more to share
From the most retardedest artists this year and forever
Villain 'nem, ya mean big brothers love ya
Definitely felonies, telling me
Treacherously MC, yelling B, set em free
Let me see, that strategy's misleading
Gs all in the freezer with the batteries and Z-Rims
He him stalked the concrete with bunion
And won't hurt corns when it's on like the stun gun
*tsssst*
Not so shocking
Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, over beatboxin'
Debunk punks with a stock flow
And make them funky fresh with no socks for hocko
Madvillain been as high as Kathmandu
And tilted to the side like that fat man's shoe
Look, not to give them mix signal
The rap game got more toys than Kris Kringle
And he's fake, his ears are not deceiving
I can't believe my eyeballs no more than "Steveland"
No "Wonder", OMFG
Snuck him like an unexpected blow from a lefty
Caught me, almost shot her eye out
Felt good though, even with the cotton dry mouth
Time out
Okay, time back in
Never seen a living human being with black skin
What's crackin? Besides smoking trees and wheezing
For no reason working like a broken tetrahedron
He get paid and get even
Building
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They thought the Don had gone silent
And since deep in the studies he's accepted non-violence
Don't make him have to skip some classes
And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the fastness
Cut the rolling melatonin put a little more in
Strip club full of whores and grown men snoring
Keep the block sewed like Thread and Bobbin Bonus
And make sure the seeds know they'll never ever own this
Beat a dead pony and sell the corpse for glue
Get a portion off the proceeds for the shoe
No need to bleed if there’s no pig to do
Flew a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a platinum card debit
Come back broke as hell ask the god for credit
Dead it
The mask is like a hand crafted ghillie suit
Only if the ladies could see him they’d say it’s really cute
Hmm
Thanks in advance
Don’t try to be cool now had ya chance
Avalanche
Rappers is Bagger Vance acting
Who need to fix they pants or get smacked by the Mac 10
Or 11, or both
Find Jesus, see the reverend take the oath
He moves his huge hands in the dark like fate
Waitin' for the date to drop the tape like bait

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