Mf Doom - Negus

^DbMister nigga ^DbNigga.. Nigga.. Nigga.. (nigga) ^DbStand up if you're a nigga

^DbStupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh ^DbPop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your moms ^DbI ain't right in the head ^G#mI aim right for your head ^DbNigga, murder, death, kill ^G#mSex, money, mayhem ^DbMorning murder with a weapon, steppin' to the AM ^DbBelieve in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god ^G#mWhether it's Allah, Jesus or Master Fard ^DbI mastered the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car ^G#mVehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all?. ^DbI will pop your nunu ^G#mIf I don't do it then Rock will shoot you ^DbOne smack in your lung bag ^G#mBackpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag ^DbI'm a nigga, that's what niggas do now ^G#mWouldn't you like to be a nigga, just like who? P

^DbStand up if you're a nigga [Verse 2: Ike Eyez] ^DbYo, ghetto rock stars ^DbGuns, no guitars ^DbThrow some blow on the table ^G#mBitches dancin' on the bar ^DbNefertiti on the cable, piff comin' out my pores ^G#mRiff full of sniff, got you twitchin' at the jaws ^DbWent from dodgin' D's to the Florida Keys ^G#mSecrets keep me from sleepin', I need more sour D's ^DbFine tapestry at the gala in Napa ^G#mSallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper ^DbFuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs ^G#mThat wack shit go against my beliefs ^DbLT on the LP, iron on the mic ^G#m"Who the fuck is Ike Eyez?" Nigga, fuck you likewise ^DbI ain't shit, my daddy wasn't either ^G#mMy mama told me different but I never really believed her ^DbWe just wanted to be B-Boys, the ABC's of bein' a D-Boy In Buck Town, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down

^DbStand up if you're a nigga [Verse 3: MF DOOM] ^DbPa'l carajo, cantaso ^DbVil, you know the drill, mad drool then gargajo ^DbShoot the loogie, they super boujee ^G#mGobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy ^DbAbsolutely yucky, he out your league, buddy ^G#mBefore you take a stab at it, think deep and study ^DbOr get your crown spun around like Black Hawk Down ^G#mSurrounded by the neighbors who can hate you 'til the ground in town ^DbThen freak show, never no beef though ^G#mDeepthroat their coquito back and forth then, whoosh, free throw ^DbFailed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen ^G#mThey all eat quite well, vacations, pensions ^DbGotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" on the golf course ^G#mScream boat, then sped off in a dropped Porsche ^DbDOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water ^G#mGroup hug, who know the next time you'll see your daughter ^DbReal slaughter

^G#mStand up if you're a nigga