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zero reference - trotskyite dolemite, money stacked to golem height lyrics

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the trotskyite dolemite, my money stacked to golem height
the streets a golden blight, like king midas done right
the scrotal chern0by, my seed’ll go postal
psycho locals think global, so construct your own bolthole

after a decade staring out the window
prepare to go loco, my flow cl-ssic as rococco
and ricotta sh-lls’ll make a new domehole
for y’all man-testing bon0bos
who want to throw blows

and ricotta sh-lls’ll make a new domehole
for y’all
man-testing bon0bos, who want to throw blows
‘cause any emcee who tries to ace the kid
has as much chance as a monkey
piloting their own sp-ceship

no matter what werner von braun has to say, sl!ck
i demands all emcees
commit self-abas-m-nt
in your parents bas-m-nt
now y’all some shamed men
and i hope that after this, y’all be some changed men

hand me two nines, and i will aim them
and deliver you a century
in one creation
and lamentation, and barbarous displacement
history’s a wastebin, y’all fools be clutchin’ air

and fakin’ , while all the daughters and i
get busy baby-makin’ — y’all just crustacean
i be the top mammal, well-groomed and cannibal
cruisin’ to the red planet
in the cadiilac bonneville

to collapse reality
cause when i get to mars i drop a rhyme
to stop causality
a heavyweight with time froze
like an exposed nose
in chicago, when it’s real cold

yes, my sole objective is mad dissemination
droppin’ rhythm and rhyme, complete with insinuation
of much dime impregnation (gettin money f-ckin honies)
to compete with the seed: of the plain

of the lord, of the father of the golden horde
the one and only ghengis khan
whose dna still rolls strong
i bet he and i would get along
at least inside this song
now am i right, or am i wrong?

i’m layin’ claim to your spine and frame
when the track nods
and your head bumps off the game
simple and plain, i’m on another level
other than sane
lord of the fresh and plain

creator of the flesh and the pain
for now i’m finished with my voice and pen
dj touch the disc, cut and scratch it
y’all can let time start again



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