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Czarface

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    Okay-kay-kay

    Study facts, I put baby paw in the dirt like puppy tracks, yo
    I was runnin' up in sacks slow
    Haunted mind, now I'm on another plateau
    My entrance, fly Benzes, knives, wrenches
    Hotlines and suicide preventions
    I fight in trenches, you hide behind fences
    And ride benches. My mind's bright, yours is dense like Mike Pence's
    I amplify the five senses
    So ahead of my time, I don't speak in the right tenses
    Big headed, I better try the wide lenses
    Quite pretentious, bars like my mic got a life sentence

    Don't lose your cool or show your cards too early
    Or it could be a close call like New York-New Jersey
    I always had a soft spot for chicks who talk dirty
    Party on your block? Goin' seven-thirty
    Ah, all you new aspirin' artists wish in the wind
    Again any secret agents is listenin' in
    Best bet, mind your neck, go and find the check
    Ahem, time for wreck
    Move over a smidgin, to avoid collision
    Villain, one truth, won't argue no religion
    Or promote no division, big business like prison
    Never fall victim to indecision or no bogus inhibition
    One world government, me say: One world love for shit
    Or one girl shovin' it, lovin' it
    Pink button keep on rubbin' it, hotter than an oven get
    Some rappers is fake prophets, tryna pull a fast one
    Caught on quick though, remember from the last one
    Stayin' bent, this chain event Olympian
    Readin' Corinthians in a whip a pimp be in

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    Dear God, it's
    Dear God, it's

    Fireman, I throw flames
    Like I'm in the arcade with no change, I ain't playin' no games
    I'm an animal, they let me off the chain
    Still ride the underground railroad, get aboard the train
    Somebody tell the label exec: Don't forget
    There's penalties and fees when you late with the check
    Matter fact take the payment in cash, I stay woke
    Like seven cups of coffee, straight out the bag
    That's some hard shit, sharp like the razor, choppin' bricks
    Get the party lit, lush get crushed while cigar split
    Feel it through your spine, I'm the sickest you'll find
    I display more marvelous art than Guggenheim
    No words to define me buddy
    My previous work is under research and scientist study
    Code name: Prototype
    Bet the DOOM vs. CZARFACE album have 'em open like a photo light

    Dear God, it's
    Dear God, it's
    So easy

    Song details

    Composition: MF Doom and Todd Spadafore, 7L, Inspectah Deck, Esotérico

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