Mf Doom Raedawn Lyrics

Raedawn Lyrics

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I can understand it

V, the beat bandit 

who bring heat from the mic

unhanded, who ever go after

burn their hands and lips, a lot of rappers

ran and abandon their whips

it's just another day in the Dunia

don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her

up and under the window, serenade like Hakuna

stay ahead of the game and cut her off soon or

ever later, use her to carbonate her

scoop her in the butter, soft of a spoon roof navigator

or the land or the lex or the benz

a hundred and sixteenth by the hour of the africans

but they won't let you push him

one tried to get fly, almost had to mush him

If I wanted to wobble, I would've warned ass

hit him with the phone, took the dough and tore ass

want not, waste not, front not

they didn't see him dippin to the fiftycent blunt spot

V walk the town with space boots

space suits, fucked up cut, but they

still say his face's cute

to all the streets, what you staring at?

the sewer cat opened up and said: WHY YOU WEARING THAT?

He said :ow you wanna snap

pissface, the way you in everybody's buziness is a disgrace

at the park gate : halt who goes there

it's V the mc, who's nasty as nosehair

you may go he said : you should've been say so

dripped him in cash, argentini and peso's

there you go, my good man

buy something nice for the seed

and please keep it moving twice the speed

consider this your fair warning

or else i'll bring it to you express like airborne



Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat

and shoutout that little bird for the word on the street

he write VIK in a sick, demented handstyle

and go bombin with a chick, who rips a rental van 

while all he say : is you nuts

he really had enough of poon puts and crewcuts

soupçonne, and I got a coupon

chinese restaurant, asking for the great poopon

he said no, dont soy soysauce(??) and this ain't no burgerking

so you  get no toy boss, ow ow

it's mirror o'clock, I think i'm sober

how about we think this over, over a can of king cobra

you ain't nicer than a loonatic shiesta

aka the vicster, or the vic miceter

he wanted ;should he get a baldie

or keep his edge up, v-shaped like by my waldy

but that is the question, he wonders why he always

wearing hats in the sessions

listen up, new drink

named it after Chong's daughter

triple shot of yak, with the chaser of bong water

com'on bring the slaughter

triple shot of yak, with the chaser of bong water