Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Dope, artist - MF DOOM. Date of issue: 22.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Dope |
| I’m still dope even if the bag ain’t Coach |
| Even if I don’t smoke 'til the hydro roach |
| I’m still dope, rock a thrift store coat |
| And a fresh pair of moccasins comfortable for walkin' in |
| No A&R marketin', this is my reality |
| Still dope, power walk, burning off the calories |
| Fact and not fallacy, Metal Face family |
| Imminent fatality, taking us too casually |
| I got it, it’s cool, just part of the school |
| And I’m acing the lesson, it’s time, so quit stressin' |
| Still dope, vibrant, natural game |
| No ring, no chain, still bringin' the pain |
| Still dope, got no choice but to cope |
| Listen, take notes, I’m showin' you the ropes |
| Still dope, very high dosage |
| My approach is lights out, buenos noches |
| Hold my glasses so I can get Riddick |
| Send 'em home tail tucked, holdin' they fitteds |
| Cold as a Guinness, «One pint miss!» |
| Yo, chill, watch the table, a fish might flip! |
| Crack jokes spit, pop mad shit |
| That’s what it’s made for, cop that quick |
| «Drop that, vic!» |
| Butterfingers, oopsie |
| Signed away your publishing for Jordans and a loosie? |
| The old one-two, see; |
| solo not groupie |
| All over they ass like sweats by Juicy |
| Cats is puss like Sagwa and Morris |
| Stay spittin' lines, there is no chorus |
| Deploying the troublesome, sleep in bubblegum |
| That’s a double dumb, hum if you feel where I’m comin' from |
| Do it 'til ya lips are numb, you gotta go for it |
| I stay moving forward, I’m baby bear porridge |
| Knick-nack paddywack, fuck y’all critics |
| This dime on the grind when it come to the spinach |
| Conquered the Id, vicious like Sid flow |
| Not a nympho, IMpress Official! |
| She rock mikes, you wait to exhale |
| She rock shows like DMC rock Cazals |
| She rock shells, manicured nails |
| Rock for every belle with a spliff to inhale |
| Holdin' she own cone of homegrown shrubbery |
| Won’t go hungry, the flow too lovely |
| Leavin' grills dented on a SUV rented |
| Classic as vintage Impalas that’s all tinted |
| Raw bidness, like how them wifeys get hitted |
| Authentic, the track is so love, I’m all in it |
| Aww quit it, of course I’m inclined to shine, did-ick |
| Line for line wit it, climbin' infinite |
| ¿Tu no sabe? |
| Yo soy una bien mala madre |
| Confident aren’t we? |
| Playin' it smartly |
| Word to Dios, Estrella is lethal |
| Flow muy frio, roll the dice chico |
| Live crazy decent insanely frequent |
| Strangely sleep wit' one eye open not jokin', outspoken |
| Provokin' and chokin', ego strokin' is lame |
| Word bonder than James, four alarm wit' the flame |
| Way ahead of the game, we still playing the same |
| Royalty in my veins, it’ll always remain |
| Forever doin' my thing, solo or crew I can hang |
| Like ylang and ylang, bring the Yin to the Yang |
| They got placenta for brains, testing my venomous slang |
| Fools get fitted for bangs and rented for change |
| Some people think I’m deranged, others a little bit strange |
| Just trying to rattle my cage cause I’m way outta they range |