Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CELLZ, Pt. 2 , by - MF DOOM. Release date: 26.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CELLZ, Pt. 2 |
| DOOM from the realm of El Kulum, smelly gel fume |
| Separating cell womb to Melle Mel, boom |
| Revelations in Braille, respiration inhale, view |
| Nations fail and shaking of a snake tail make due |
| Blazing swords trace the haze, praise the Lord |
| Saving Grace, lace your broad, she say she bored |
| A crazy straw, ink and stale dry paraffin |
| Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison |
| A bad samaritan averaging above average men |
| Rancid rants having rambling savages scavenging |
| For scraps, perhaps roadkill, if that |
| Gift of gab, and he flowed ill, chrom stiff hat |
| Known for writing lightning tight lines, chiefin' |
| Beefin', being off deep nds, divine bright shines even |
| Dimes quiet as mimes by design mighty fine |
| Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind |
| Need mines now that was this is then, listenin' |
| To sizzlin' officialtons whisperin', «Him again» |
| Metal Face Finster playing with the dirty money |
| Sinister, don’t know what he saying but the words be funny |
| Major vet spaded through the vest with a bayonet |
| Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget |
| Make her sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits |
| Then it gets wilder with more childisher degenerates |
| Three thousand years ago, Moses said: |
| «Every human being is responsible for his actions |
| Or thy being is still a beast, not yet human!» |
| You ought to let your uncle flow, my motorcycle trunkfuls |
| From two-one two-one, lose crumbs to chunks in bundles |
| Hands down, better than what your mans used to get |
| Standing around from where the translucent looses spit |
| Missing wheel, you don’t listen, you’re a feel-head |
| Sitting in the kitchen pissing, twitching, kissing steel lead |
| Crime pays no dental nor medical |
| Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal |
| You heard like roaring waters in a seashell |
| If a tree fell, you couldn’t tell from three cell |
| Be real careful, they tell him by the earful |
| Kids doing skid bids, acting out is terrible |
| Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on |
| Pants sagging back when you used to meant you had a skirt on |
| Squirts posing as thuggers and hustlers |
| El Eloh closer then y’alls ball huggers and jugglers |
| Motherfuckers! |
| DOOM is transmitting a message to you |
| Super fools |
| I need to use more power |