MF DOOM - Kon Karne download mp3

Lyrics

Darker than the east river
Larger than the Empire
State
Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate
Is
on the job not my fate
Tired of the wait to the villain
bring deliverance from the dire straits
Fire at a higher
rate
Why’d they make the liars
Fliers
scatter
Buy a plate
Isolate the wires
Try the
straight pliers if not the vise grips
A real price saver way
to acquire nice whips
What a steal for real on wheels of
steel
Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal
bummer
A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on
Take ya
cash coma or break ya fast Ramadan
Trons action drama awww
come on barney
Clack clack pardon me wack rap Kon
Karne
He came to feed the childrens like Sally
Strothers
After that he’s going back to cali
where’s da
Wilder than the
nile
Old power like the great pyramids of giza
And stay
leanin like the tower of pisa
Give him something he can feel
that’s off the squeeza
Raw with the pen and on the mic
off the hezza
Get shot off that wide eye talk
If he had
a pot he’d still piss on the sidewalk
Can’t take
the street out the street person
Looking for the perfect
beat co worsen into heat bursting
They couldn’t spot
him on the spot date
Got the only tape that comes with a
free hot plate
Whoever do get to see me sing
With the
3-D ring sittin stationary like B.B. King
Can see how it
really sting
It ain’t no front row
Standing room
only at the motorcross stunt show
The ruckus ain’t up
to snuffiluffigus me and Sub is like the brown Smothers
Brothers
Faster than the seven seas
Bigger than
mount kilimanjaro
If they don’t know fill them in
tomorrow
And the horror show
I’m into no return
bars regularly
Swear to god before he gets a job he robs
head hurt
Blessed with a hot flow
Tested and got
doe
Invested and stressed the best to finest an opto
As
I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke
Shot the
henny straight couldn’t afford to cop the cherry
coke
Or should I say broke with wealth
To know enough to
give them just rope to yoke they self
Playin me before I
take the ring and pawn it
The long arm of the law
couldn’t even put they fingers on it
Dog on it
Do
the statistics
How he bust lyrics was to futuristic for
ballistics
And far to eccentric for forensics
I dedicate
this mix to Subroc the Hip Hop Hendrix