I Hear Voices

MF Doom

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    Tossing, turning, dreams of murder, someone's killing me
    Of changes, there's nights I'm on a killing spree
    All done cold blood waking up in cold sweats
    This is such a cold world unconscious getting death threats
    Shadows choking me, my last breath lets out my body
    It's a conspiracy, my mind and my body's not really down with me
    Me against the whole world? It's a little deeper
    Me against my self, I fight the Grim Reaper
    Swing sickle, I got my Glock bust rounds off
    Demented, schizophrenic, I know this sounds off to you
    I do not lie, when I doze off spirits hope I die, whatever
    Angels waste the time, they work together
    Scheme and plot on me, 'cause I'm the son of man
    I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam
    Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me
    I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me
    Put me out my misery, I live in misery
    I kill all my enemies, cause I love company
    Those who seek me, are called wise men
    Or either wise-guys I prey you comprehend
    And realize I'm condemned

    No rest, homicidal dreams
    My cellmate, all he do is scream
    Out loud how he wants to go home
    That's funny, I'm here all alone
    Locked, in a single cell
    His back's bleeding, he's cold as hell
    And I'm hoping, they turn on some heat
    I call the C.O. to bring some extra sheets
    "Where'd he go?" he walk through walls, run halls, I prey "teach me"
    They don't seem him at the health try to reach me
    I say "please see how he feels"
    They said, "He's alright but he's not real"
    Evaluations say I suffer from depression
    Hallucinations, self-corration's what they're guessin
    I'm here doing years, I'm stressin'
    Medicate me, sedate me want me to rest an'
    Don't take it cause he said that won't be best an'
    He said I need his help and he needs me
    "Nigga you walk through walls, go home you're free"

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    Home, that was far and he was turned off
    Cause his wings was burned off
    A lesson was learned, communicate with one
    I was chosen cause I'm God's son

    [MF Doom]
    And I'm the retarded one!
    [sings] Out in the streets
    You won't survive with, wack-ass beats ("We can see that!")
    These days and times
    Watch as we get ours with rhymes

    To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
    Who been into when in blast to the last siren
    On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
    Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik
    Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
    Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's
    If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky
    At your local sleazy speak-easy
    Famely fan of the limelight
    In the mic stand was a phallic stick of dynamite
    It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
    With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
    Jumpin Jehosaphat, who's that?
    Who cats who do magic like "Tell me how you do's that"
    Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like gecko
    Thought I might do techno
    Ha ha, betcha bust out laughing at the bet
    For no reason he get cussed out like Tourette
    Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
    Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
    Butter, word play since third grade age
    Back when we used to play "Bang! Open bird cage"
    Hip hop Benny Hill's to penny straight
    Get every penny weight then he chill, at any rate
    My metal face hold with tongue release I-ring
    Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing
    Like Kung-Fu fighting everybody was biting
    Then the super-villain struck again like lightning
    In the same spot (bzzz!) now what's the chance of that?
    And a name drop like pick the name out the hat
    That's a known drop from the, liver conniver
    Who vote player out the rap game like Survive while I-ah
    Drop through greens like a nerd cat wheeling ten speed
    So way back spin your back and then freeze
    While I play high-ball, low-ball, to zero
    So called rhymers, go call Cleo
    While I, steal the show like thought-so-try-(??)
    Super-duper stars need Ortho-TriCylin
    Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
    I hear voices saying that's the super-villain
    (Uhh, I hear voices)
    Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain

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    Composition: Daniel Thompson Dumile and Devlove

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