Текст песни Ballskin - MF DOOM

The flow is towin? precision as a afrotrim
All big letters but it isn? t no acronym
Smack the thin grin off the chin for crack smokin?
DDT the first bar leave the track backbroken
Chrome grown men doing business with Anglo-Saxon men
Lack can swing but that banjo? s so relaxing as the wax spin
Hacking axes in the wind pretend it? s just a pen
See if you can pencil? em in
Tense? met your men on a fenced in sensed this is tens
The wheels fall off then it? s the end
Don? t get keelhauled in villain always been
Feel real genuine ballskin
Not to call the whole crowd out
There? s just a few chumps and you know who you are like a shoutout
Place them in your loud mouth and taste them like a pastry
Waste of space face hastily bowow gracefully
Disappear, reappear, and disappear again

Villain not is here he? s no Afro-American
If that? s the case he be a bald-headed African
Takin all the credit and jetted astro-travellin
Turn a man into a mannequin for afflackin
And bein Tough Actin Tinactin bluff jacking
He wears a mask so when you dodge his face
Each and every race could absorb the bass
In a place to be don? t believe the hyperbole
It? s like a murder spree get sniped verbally
And beat in the head with lead pipe languages
For street cred leave em for dead and angrosnitch
The slanks suggest it was the guy in the glasses
Who came to help the people with they minds in they asses
And sent trippin? get a grip like Spalding
These walls is thin feel genuine ballskin