Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anti-Matter , by - King Geedorah. Song from the album Take Me To Your Leader, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.06.2003
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Anti-Matter |
| [Verse 1: Mr. Fantastik + |
| MF DOOM |
| From Venus to Mars back to Earth |
| Back to the HBO satellite |
| It’s showtime, nigga |
| King Geedorah on the boards (King Geedorah) |
| MF DOOM, and I am Mister Fantastik |
| Expeditiously I be on my grizzly |
| Feds try to creep me somehow always miss me |
| Mister Fantastik put the busy in the bee |
| Rock from the bottom straight to the tizzy |
| Who is he? |
| He need to get out more |
| Or either get outta here like some dang outlaw |
| Standing like Lurch, |
| no herb in the record bin |
| Called him for a random search from curbside checkin' in |
| It’s on nigga, on and cracking |
| Like Digg’em, lips be smacking |
| Running off at the mouth steady talkin' 'bout us |
| On some shit they overheard but enough is enough |
| Yeah, |
| It’s neither here nor there |
| , black |
| Warfare in your ear, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack |
| What’s that? |
| You’re hearing things! |
| Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat |
| Be wearing your thinking hat |
| [Chorus: MF DOOM & Mr. Fantastik + |
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| No matter how hard they try |
| They can’t stop us now |
| We got King Geedorah on the boards |
| With that golden sound |
| («Are you serious?») («Of course.») |
| They don’t know how we get down |
| When we’re out of town ( |
| «Deadly serious» |
| «King Geedorah» |
| So, when you see us in the streets |
| Don’t be fuckin' around |
| «Perfect» |
| [Verse 2: Mr. Fantastik + |
| MF DOOM |
| A hundred things on the re-up, of course I’m living fat |
| My Mercedes outside, nigga, where yours at? |
| Top down on a good day, Decatur, out on Wood Way |
| Got cats thinking should I stay, fuck what the hood say |
| Niggas wanna rob me now |
| Bitches wanna slob me now |
| Hoes didn’t holla last year feel sorry now |
| Practice jumpshot, Reggie Mill', Robert Horry now |
| The nigga that you with played like Atari now |
| Lyrically unorthodox, I flow continuous |
| Never on a straight path, I’m known to bend and twist |
| Put it down from the suburbs to the tenement |
| You bet against me but wanna wonder where your money went |
| I get the cash, take niggas out like trash |
| Known to stack a mean stash, they used to call me Pure Math |
| Back in the days, all I did was stay paid |
| But as they say in the South, bitch; |
| «Gimme some head» |
| Excuse me, Mister—do she got a sister? |
| Who he not to kiss her? |
| True— |
| she do got a blister |
| Now the movie plot twists like a Twizzler |
| If I needed my |
| meat burned |
| I’d go to Sizzler |
| Getting paid like a biker with the best crank |
| Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank |
| Type to just blank and don’t show much pity |
| When I’m in the city, I always keep a dutch with me |
| Touch her titty 'til she ask me where the trees is at |
| Or tell me don’t squeeze that, rats wanna tease a cat |
| Let the dog beg, wait up, who talking? |
| DOOM with the hog leg straight up New Yorkin' |
| [Chorus: MF DOOM & Mr. Fantastik + |
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| No matter how hard they try |
| They can’t stop us now |
| «That's correct» |
| We got King Geedorah on the boards |
| With that golden sound |
| «King Geedorah» |
| They don’t know how we get down |
| When we’re out of town |
| («I just can’t stand the guy») |
| So, when you see us in the streets— |