MF Doom - Kon Karne lyrics

Darker than the east river

Larger than the Empire

State

Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate

Is

on the job not my fate

Tired of the wait to the villain

bring deliverance from the dire straits

Fire at a higher

rate

Why'd they make the liars

Fliers

scatter

Buy a plate

Isolate the wires

Try the

straight pliers if not the vise grips

A real price saver way

to acquire nice whips

What a steal for real on wheels of

steel

Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal

bummer

A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on

Take ya

cash coma or break ya fast Ramadan

Trons action drama awww

come on barney

Clack clack pardon me wack rap Kon

Karne

He came to feed the childrens like Sally

Strothers

After that he's going back to cali

where's da

[love is]

Wilder than the

nile

Old power like the great pyramids of giza

And stay

leanin like the tower of pisa

Give him something he can feel

that's off the squeeza

Raw with the pen and on the mic

off the hezza

Get shot off that wide eye talk

If he had

a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk

Can't take

the street out the street person

Looking for the perfect

beat co worsen into heat bursting

They couldn't spot

him on the spot date

Got the only tape that comes with a

free hot plate

Whoever do get to see me sing

With the

3-D ring sittin stationary like B.B. King

Can see how it

really sting

It ain't no front row

Standing room

only at the motorcross stunt show

The ruckus ain't up

to snuffiluffigus me and Sub is like the brown Smothers

Brothers

Faster than the seven seas

Bigger than

mount kilimanjaro

If they don't know fill them in

tomorrow

And the horror show

I'm into no return

bars regularly

Swear to god before he gets a job he robs

head hurt

Blessed with a hot flow

Tested and got

doe

Invested and stressed the best to finest an opto

As

I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke

Shot the

henny straight couldn't afford to cop the cherry

coke

Or should I say broke with wealth

To know enough to

give them just rope to yoke they self

Playin me before I

take the ring and pawn it

The long arm of the law

couldn't even put they fingers on it

Dog on it

Do

the statistics

How he bust lyrics was to futuristic for

ballistics

And far to eccentric for forensics

I dedicate

this mix to Subroc the Hip Hop Hendrix