LYRICS for William
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep 'em rolling
On they shoulder like the California highway patrolmen
Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman
I'm still in photos, posed and with my own omen
A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan
It's something like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan
This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters
Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence
I feel as though it's safe to assume that you're the students
And non-congruent to the way that me and DOOM do this
You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps
With rap projects in housing developments
Cool it cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's shakin' besides gelatin
News bulletin, I refuse to take the medicine
Fuck a thick skin, I got me a exoskeleton
The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster
Deliver like an obstetrician, but not a doctor
Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords
The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis
Compensated for playing nice, it's optics
Product of The Last Poets and The Watts Prophets
Ahk, stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket
Donezo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket
Catastrophic, supreme microphoners
In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones
Brothers, both components of the close to coldest
Court holders with bars as hard as Angola's
You might also likeViolas and LupitasDanger Mouse & Black ThoughtFor KeepsJIDFamily MattersDrake[Bridge]
Away from you

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
DOOM get rude with the dude off CHiPs
The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich
Danger make him groove off a glitch
Made your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch
Always wanted to say that
Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat
The one he often frequently slapped around
All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown
Hated the rap sound
Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped down
Enough to have the game trapped and bound
Scratched in the crown was the names of lames who yapped the noun
Or verb, for that matter
Had no data for a herb who chat chatter
Oh, Erik Estrada
Fat rat, the mask made him batty as a mad hatter
Known for his absurd word choices
Now we'll ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices
Look, the energy is crazy
Far as he was concerned, the enemy was lazy
Ahem, your attention please
Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese
Before he flees to Belize
In case he forgot to mention, squeeze these
Just keep it on a need-to-know basis
They knew he was a negro, so no need to show faces
Back in the days of no laces
On a slow pace, they used to say he might could go places
Man, whatever the case is
The card he played was ace of spades, but no races
A spastic, some call loony
When he spit a tune sarcastic as Paul Mooney
[Outro]
Away from you
Away from you

 Clarentine wrote:


refer here for now :-)[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep 'em rolling
On they shoulder like the California highway patrolmen
Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman
I'm still in photos, posed and with my own omen
A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan
It's something like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan
This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters
Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence
I feel as though it's safe to assume that you're the students
And non-congruent to the way that me and DOOM do this
You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps
With rap projects in housing developments
Cool it cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's shakin' besides gelatin
News bulletin, I refuse to take the medicine
Fuck a thick skin, I got me a exoskeleton
The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster
Deliver like an obstetrician, but not a doctor
Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords
The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis
Compensated for playing nice, it's optics
Product of The Last Poets and The Watts Prophets
Ahk, stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket
Donezo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket
Catastrophic, supreme microphoners
In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones
Brothers, both components of the close to coldest
Court holders with bars as hard as Angola's
You might also likeViolas and LupitasDanger Mouse & Black ThoughtFor KeepsJIDFamily MattersDrake[Bridge]
Away from you

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
DOOM get rude with the dude off CHiPs
The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich
Danger make him groove off a glitch
Made your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch
Always wanted to say that
Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat
The one he often frequently slapped around
All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown
Hated the rap sound
Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped down
Enough to have the game trapped and bound
Scratched in the crown was the names of lames who yapped the noun
Or verb, for that matter
Had no data for a herb who chat chatter
Oh, Erik Estrada
Fat rat, the mask made him batty as a mad hatter
Known for his absurd word choices
Now we'll ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices
Look, the energy is crazy
Far as he was concerned, the enemy was lazy
Ahem, your attention please
Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese
Before he flees to Belize
In case he forgot to mention, squeeze these
Just keep it on a need-to-know basis
They knew he was a negro, so no need to show faces
Back in the days of no laces
On a slow pace, they used to say he might could go places
Man, whatever the case is
The card he played was ace of spades, but no races
A spastic, some call loony
When he spit a tune sarcastic as Paul Mooney
[Outro]
Away from you
Away from you

Not an instant "no", but close...

 j.palethorpe wrote:


The skip button is your friend. 

I'd like to read the lyrics, if they were available.  Spoken language can be challenging to understand.  I respect this artist and would like to appreciate this piece; the wall of similar spoken tones reduces the overall effect to a drone for me, otherwise.

 mcvh wrote:

Nah, tis cRap. I used to listen far more than now, and Rap etc is making me reconsider payment. I nearly never listen outside of work, and often get fed up and go to the Favorites list and miss new stuff I might like because of too much of the junk infiltrating the place I came to get away from such garbage. If I've got to put up with something I dislike, I'll take ads from Spotify and go with my Prog/Metal stuff nearly none of which gets play here.

I believe this is good stuff,  relevant poetry and a beat.

 j.palethorpe wrote:
Your bad.

 Duc1098 wrote:
Today, 'Danger Mouse' was followed by 'Jazz Sabbath' (Black Sabbath jazz covers). Where else...? I’m actually quite pleased that someone is helping expand my musical horizons by sharing quality music that would otherwise pass me by. Moreover, the consensus seems to be that this guy is pretty good:


He has been nominated for 22 Grammy Awards and has won six. He has been nominated in the Producer of the Year category five times, and won the award in 2011.

 

If you’re going to play rap then I’m not going to listen!!!

IM SICK NO LYMPHNODES ARE SWOLLEN

mix one part  MF Doom + Danger Mouse and get this amazing concoction.  Listen up folks, even the haters…

Is the world not already flooded with this stuff? Can we not have a bit of a respite on RP from this declasse genre?