Текст (слова) песни: Madvillain (MF Doom and Madlib) - Accordion

 
[MF Doom] 
Livin` off borrowed time, the clock tick faster 
That`d be the hour they knock the slick blaster 
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter 
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster 
I-C-E cold, nice to be old 
Y2G steed twice to threefold 
He sold scrolls, lo and behold 
Know who`s the illest ever like the greatest story told 
Keep your glory, gold and glitter 
For have half of his niggaz`ll take him out the picture 
The other half is rich and don`t mean shit-ta 
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor 
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare 
When he have the mic it`s like the place get like: `Ah yeah!` 
It`s like they know what`s `bout to happen 
Just keep ya eye out, like `aye, aye captain` 
Is he still a fly guy clappin` if nobody ain`t hear it 
And can they testify from inner spirit 
In living, the true gods 
Givin` y`all nothing but the lick like two broads 
Got more lyrics than the church got `Ooh Lords` 
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords 
Or even one with two blades on it 
Hey you, don`t touch the mic like it`s AIDS on it 
It`s like the end to the means 
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends 
That`s why he brings his own needles 
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos.. 
Slip like Freudian 
Your first and last step to playin` yourself like accordion 
(Humming) 
When he had the mic you don`t go next 
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex 
Exercise index won`t need Boflex 
And won`t take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex
 

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Accordion