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mf doom - dooms wind blows lyrics

[intro: news reporter]
and he was born in the uk, but raised on long island
tonight the music world mourning the loss of legendary rapper, mf doom

[verse 1: mf doom]
villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
won’t stop rockin’ ’til he clocked in a gazzillion grand
tillin’ the wasteland sands
rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin’ fan
he rest when he’s ashes
ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes
chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster
a clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster
they supposed ‘ta know, it show when his aura glow
get from out the row, when he gеt dough it’s horrible
time is money spеnd, waste, save, invest to fess
from ten case a cave with chicken chest s
yes ya’ll but don’t forget your trickles
the best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels
but tut tut, he about to change the price again
it go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen
villain here, havin’ one thrilling affair
it won’t stop, top illin’ til he a gazillionaire
grillin’ stare, yeah ya boy had drama
got ’em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma
once sold a inbred skinhead a n+gga joke
plus a brand new chrome smokin’ with the triggers broke
i thought i told em firing pins was separate
he find out later when he tries to go an rep it
took a jehovah money for a arabic torah
charged in advance, translate it and ignored it sorta
one monkey don’t stop no slaughta
a junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border
know the drill, it ain’t worth the overk!ll
flow sk!ll, still, there’s no thrill
villain burn ya 10k bills in his pillow
villain, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with—
[verse 2: mf doom]
dilla, (dilla) mix, mix, mix
do a deal for kicks and get rich quick
sketch lyric, bet ‘cha bottom nick on some vic
ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb stick
sick sl!ck, hid in a book
the only way they find it if it’s spittin’ in a hook
listen, don’t look now, keep walkin’
traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin’
hawk men, stalkin’, hit a weed, hawkin’ often
cough into a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then
he’s like wharf, some say stronger though
off the top j strong bow, play along bro
wear a mask like yo off the gong show
flow slow as mongo, don juan thong pro
for ya info when he’s not practicin’ jim crow
a actress and some nympho bimbo
he’s playin’ ray jay the old tape
doom, well what can i say like jj in a gold cape
fill it to the rim like brim
villain and you won’t find him in no gym

- mf doom lyrics

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