Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Great Day, artist - Madvillain. Album song Four Tet Remixes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Great Day |
It never really mattered too much to me |
That I was just too damn old to emcee |
All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill |
Girl, that’s all that really mattered to me, oh baby |
Looks like it’s gonna be a great day today |
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway |
Hey you, got a light? |
Nah, a Bud Light |
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight |
Looky here, it’s just the way the cookie tear |
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year |
The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list |
Some even say he might need some pus-sychiatrist |
DOOM, are you pondering what I’m pondering? |
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? |
She’s like a foundling, barely worth fondling |
My posse’s on Broadway like Mama, I Want to Sing! |
Mad plays the bass like the race card |
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred |
Groovy, dude! |
Not to prove to be rude |
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food |
Uh, what is jalapeños? |
Get it like a whoopin' when you holla at your seniors |
Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena |
He just came from over there, the grass is greener |
Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes |
And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there’s mad glitches |
Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches |
One thing this party could use is more… ahem |
Booze, put yourself in your own shoes |
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don’t use |
He only keep 'em to decorate, if you wanna |
Peep him, select a date and bring a deep check, like «Check, mate» |
I kid you not, on the dotted line signed |
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein |
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine |
But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine |
Couldn’t find a pen, had to think of a new trick |
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick |
On second thought it’s too thick, his assistant said: «DOOM, you sick,» he said «True» through acoustics |
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry’s seasoning |
With micro power he’s sound and right reasoning |
It’s easy as pi, three-point-one-four |
One more one false move and they’re done for— |