Lyrics Kon Karne - MF DOOM

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, aww, come on Barney
Clack-clack pardon me wack rap Kon Karne
He came to feed the children's like Sally Strothers
After that he's going back to Cali where's the (my love is)

Wilder than the Nile
Hold 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 heeza
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 to worsen into heat versin'
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 3D ring sittin' stationary like B.B. King
Can see how it really sting
It ain't no front row
Standing room only at the motor cross stunt show
The ruckus ain't up to snuffiluffigus me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers (my love is)

Faster than the seven seas
Bigger than Mt. Kilimanjaro
If they don't know fill them in tomorrow
In the horror show
A metronome, return Bob's record
Swear to god before he gets a job he robs angered
Blessed with a hot flow
Tested and got doe
Invested and stressed the best to Vanessa Hopto

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
Plan B before I take the ring and pawn it
The long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it
Doggone 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

In my pocket, a note
It's from my father
From the guard's whip, is this a trick?
Why would I resort to trickery?
You're already a prisoner, what do I gain by deceiving you?
You can't blame me for being suspicious
No (my love is)