Madvillain Figaro Lyrics

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The rest is empty with no brain, but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the Tec-9 holder
They bit, but don't know they neckshine from Shinola
Everything that glitter ain't fishscale
Lemme think, don't let her faint, get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back it's not a act, stack,
Forgot about the cacka-lack, holla back, clack clack blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra, chart toppa
Start-shit stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger than the other voice
We make the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
Man, please.. the stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
Ban me, the dough rake, daddy,
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake,
For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
On some, "o'thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks (is it?)
Hot enuff black (for ya)
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal
DO not stand still, boast yo skills
Close but no krills, post for poll ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, goat chill,
Not supposed to overdose, no Doz pills
Off pride tikes talk wide though scar meat
Off sides like how Worf ride with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-riche shit
As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro

O'his beats and my rhymes attack
A scary act
All black like he Ms. Mary Mack
Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
DOOM sings soprano like un a dos y'ano
My momma told me, "Blast him,"
Pass her a glass of OE
Not to be troublesome
But I coul sure use a quick shot of double rum
No stick of bubble gum
I like ice cream
We could skip the weddin'
Have a nice dream
She only let him stick the head in

Thanks to chromation for these lyrics

Thanks to chromation for these lyrics

Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson, Otis Jackson
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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