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john robinson - socerers lyrics

[verse 1: mf doom]
yo, ain’t that?
he’s not that cat
got that, and he never shot that gat
clever spot rats
faceplate glisten
he got fat and hate for jake the snake plissken
y’all got the wrong tape by mistake
listen to it, hissin’
crack the safe, his cake’s missing
bats to break to take this to make in prison
fake dissin’
bake that the wake twistin’

[verse 2: invizible handz]
legend stature
since the prime factor
of the blast master
gift of gab mic wrapper rapper ever
tracks with terror
like bad meaning good though
i’m talking some of the finest juice to ever bang in your hood, yo
world notoriety
recognized by mad society
we supplanting high five so fly
oh my, skies clear as day
go sit down in the sunshine
taking rappers out like lunchtime

[verse 3: mf doom]
it’s just one of those
bullet holes deliver k!ller notes
silence never spoke violence
keep quiet while you wildin’ tryna leave the island
nonsense is never callin’ 80 g’s behind him
still, crime affects time on the island
nickle and diming, the hustle’s optional
powerful moves
copped two work shift block, side gig or two
under the table
the tammy food blaze [?]
stay paid if the name fits you

[verse 4: john robinson, [mf doom]]
who went back and made y’all the boss of us
[it’s the rawest mc’s that [?] did it]
sorcerers
it’s furthering the era that most know of
[everywhere he go they go
that hoes show love
thank god for the buddha
tank armor suit up]
word kama sutra user
[stank mama recruiter]
broad set fools up
[dawg get your jewels up](buddha)
[get your jewels up]
[get your jewels up]

[verse 5: mf doom]
superstar, all-pro
homegrown
the craft speaks alone
mastered his closed casket
pro savages
poor travelers, hunger reach streets battled us
money the dollar the dream gaffled up
scalpel cutthroat
dope gettin’ that
smokes definite
gold record hits, spin it, grind forever get it
god’s clever, building cheddar feelin’
keep the better livin’
miscellaneous thoughts
gettin’ millions
know that feeling

[verse 6: john robinson]
you’ve had enough of that
85 job talking
loonie schemes
something right off of the movie screens
burn hollywood like arson
more powers than austin
sounds awesome
pump these sounds often
last chance to come off son
for more to come in the mental auditorium
without forcing ’em
strung him up on the last joint but it don’t stop
doin’ this so the world could rock
who blows stocks?

[verse 7: mf doom}
mommy look, he talking to hisself
and walking fast
on the ave hawkin’ -ss
with the walkman on blast
coby headphones wack
at least he’s [?] only chrome c-ssette
only the best you can get off the black market
tell it
find these truer h-ll strategies
sell it like chinese do to cell batteries
two dollar for change for aqua blue benjie
these were brand newer
he grew stingy gingerly

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