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Dr. Dooom lyrics - First Come, First Served

Call The Cops

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Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh Man, Hey, Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good I seen ya'll this mornin on ‘Cops,' man, they had ya'll pictures and all ya profiles and everything, ya'll should stay low. Gene called. He need five dollas. (Dr. Dooom) Ultimate focus behind ya neck can't reflex with text on your lyrical index Stop the masses rotate the fastest Afro gerry curl world, get ignited re-invited on your main sources like the Enforcers Sub-machines spray your Liberace pianos Free-style ambulances ring out your new dances While ya'll can't rap we took your ampex, we have protective custody Got your face disgustin' me Wit' animal-like instincts I left a dead gorilla in the skatin' rink Penetrated your Gap jeans with Black Decker machines Alternate your Scullies, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap Put used diapers on your windshield wipers Make you eat your own feces, ?sell yourleardrumbelices? Pull out your colon leave your glands swollen Uncircumcised between your mom's thighs That's right, wit a face like Michael Myers I clip the ears off your body guards with some bloody pliers Bound to eat a German Shepard in the Mohave Desert While ya'll talk gangsta I push body carts in shopping carts Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those Arms for three days, with three legs in the back seat ya'll get the back heat? With the police department scared to look at my apartment Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs Went to Ralph's and bought a six pack and some eggs Seen my face in the paper wit a beard, went home and shaved Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave Drinkin' Yoo-Hoos and doughnuts, ya'll punks think I'm so nuts Walkin' in hospital roooms like the black Dr. Dooom Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Ironside You run and hide Handicap wit no maps I'm after you throw gas at you. (The projects called the cops) The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states (The projects called the cops.) (Muthafucka') (Jackie Jasper) Jackie Jasper wit illegal drugs, somethin' for the thugs: A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, Persian rugs Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who dunnit, solve it And I'll revolve it And hold it, to the war to the hogs to the dogs? A vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, getting fellatio Ratio fa sho'. Positive why I die I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Ho's and toast Santa Barbara at the Barbary coast most? Chicks licks black holes French expose Wastin' my children on her clothes that went up her nose, suppose? I penetrated ya neck wit a Bic pen Wit a belt around my waist like Bookman Don't ask my neighbors, bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors Smokin' glass wit coleslaw hangin' out ya ass Take a blast, I'm travelin' fast, pass a nymphomaniac Diggin' up corpse I'm a necrophiliac getting my chick back In an up-smack Had that head bobbin,' joggin,' cyclin,' recyclin.' Connivin,' arrivin,' hearse drivin' it's even. Seven heads, ten horns, believing. Evil demon As Stella Steven retreatin' you're beatin' Eatin' dead puss. Sardine can smell from here to hell. A gladiator wit tights under disco lights. Blowin' a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a Honda Name dazzle night fall the press cross dressed your name Rhonda? Call Macero? Call Dan-O, call Cello? Five-O rollin' in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro Believe me, ho, I sold Curtis the blow. The F.B.I. got our fingerprints Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states (The projects called the cops) (Book em')

I'm Back (Freestyle)

JJ DEMON
All we know is to smash up the furniture, board up the house. Gotta keep the zombies and the vampires out; but when the moon's full and you feel yourself change, things will never be the same. I let lose in the fucking game with a werewolf growl, its the only thing you can do and its staring you down. And I'm airing you out, in the night with a rusty aithblade. When I'm bustin glass I'm sorry it must be that way. You might see me with a bottle I wont give you three wishes, ain't no genie in this bottle just a bunch of mean liquid. And consider it your child point him out if he snitchin. Be rightous as any god, and evil as three sixes. Its rediculously calm waiting for the good pictures. You don't got me on your record that just isn't good business. And I'm wearing skinny jeans I'm too big for my britches. If murder by any means on this mission and you're fishin for a minnow in a lake with a crocodile in it. When they see me flow their eyes come poppin out. Finnished what you started don't go droppin out just because you heard me and you think you got no option now. I'm optin out of fuckin with your lame brains claiming you're important. I hit you in your main vein you wish that you snorted. I'll import it to your main frame, blame noone for it. if pain is beauty I must be gorgeous. I'm fucking nautious read it in the blood. I lost most of my friends to the needle or the gun. See the suburbs crumblin, rumblin the stomach of the beast you get eaten you plummet a hundred feet. I am JJ Demon that's my motherfuckin name oh you must have been thinkin about some other fuckin lame talkin chain against your jewel snatch, right over your body get your crew back to tag to slide off to this body. Kamikaze pilot flying in the booth and I'm killin everyone if I gotta die with em too. Its what I do, resurrected every morning comin back from the dead for your head swing your axe like a lumberjack. I'm bringin that hunger back were under attack walking dead. Blow that motherfuckin house up they're tryin to get in, sew your motherfuckin mouth shut for tryin to spit I know everything about ya, you're lyin again. If at first you don't succeed you ain't tryin again. You'll be dyin you'll die twice you'll be dyin again. I'm just plannin my retirement Ill expire you and a can of gas and a fire that won't let the firemen in. I'm reppin phili all crazy you see me actin calm but were really all crazy; sippin grey goose through a silly straw, really off balance I just wanna stay loose, do you feel me dawg? I am here to stay, no I will never ever slack, when I steal the ball away you will never get it back. Sound stupid when you talk, sound clever when you rap. Just quit that's a motherfuckin feather for your cat. Rats still tryna steal the cheddar from the trap. Instead of gettin cheddar in the trap. You are witnessing the beginning for you its the beginning of the end. Kill him dead like a zombie with a bullet in his head. Bullet in his head ..bullet in his head ..bullet in his...

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CYPRESS HILL "IV"
[Barron Ricks] My flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous for wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous Ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions of fortune shit, shittin on your ASR-10 Sequence Fuckin up the disc These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves when I swerve I'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen tundra, sank Titanics Crack solid granite, initiate global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble Ready to shed blood up in the jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide! [B-Real] I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up Abuse them up, usin the nut, I'm usin buck Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts Cypress Hill, Soul Asassins, all up in the club Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins like a junkie, fuckin with 'ron and cocaine Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned by the world renowned, Cypress compound! [Chace Infinite] Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell in the dark black abyss, Chace Infinite kicks rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth My order in the elements in the universe My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate like pushin your face straight through a window pane with twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain to your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career Stand clear, I stand firm on solid ground Pump Blood Sweat and Tears, verbal architect, engineer Shiftin your ear, to Cypress Hill, you wack niggaz caps is peeled, the scientific Soul Asassin We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin

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CYPRESS HILL "IV"
[Featuring Barron Ricks Chace Infinite] [Barron Ricks] My flows most beneficent most merciful outrageous for wages vibrate niggaz heads like pagers Too hard to handle son we animals biohazardous Ghetto evangelist lyric distortions abortions of fortune shit shittin on your ASR 10 Sequence Fuckin up the disc These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves when I swerve I'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen tundra, sank Titanics Crack solid granite, initiate global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble Ready to shed blood up in the jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide! [B-Real] I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up Abuse them up, usin the nut, I'm usin buck Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts Cypress Hill, Soul Asassins, all up in the club Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins like a junkie, fuckin with 'ron and cocaine Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned by the world renowned, Cypress compound! [Chace Infinite] Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell in the dark black abyss, Chace Infinite kicks rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth My order in the elements in the universe My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate like pushin your face straight through a window pane with twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain to your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career Stand clear, I stand firm on solid ground Pump Blood Sweat and Tears, verbal architect, engineer Shiftin your ear, to Cypress Hill, you wack niggaz caps is peeled, the scientific Soul Asassin We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin

Cut That Zero

Doug E. Fresh The Get Fresh Crew "The World's Greatest Entertainer"
(chorus) I always been Crazy 'bout cars From Jettas to Jaguars BM's are cool But Mercedes rule I always been Crazy 'bout cars Drivin' down the street and I can't stop And it's gettin' kinda hot so I might take off the drop top And see the pretty girls as they walk by (honk honk) Yo baby you want to go for a ride K.K. ( Yo Doug her come the cops!! ) So I have nuthin' to hide Besides I'm looking for a bride Let's go!! Mercedes for the ladies,BM's are cool But Mazerati and Porsches are the things that rule If you were raised in New York by now you know That walking down the street is like going to a car show Diamond in the back,sun roof top Chillin' in the scene with the gangster lean oo,oo,oo K.K. ( Yo Doug,the cops is tailin' us ) They better stop or pretty soon they'll be mailin' us An apology note,we don't work on the street They better go ride behind a Suzuki cheap Jeep (But,but) But what?Go to sleep! I'm waitin' at the light so I can go Homeboy in another car yelled out Yo! Chill Will:( What up Ha,what you doin' today? ) Yo,why you drivin' that Hyundai? Chill Will:( Oh,I'm coolin' today ) Well I'll see you later on tonight Chill Will:( Okay ) K.K.:( Hey yo Doug,the light is green ) Thanks,but anyway..... (chorus) White sweater,blue Jetta or Saab nine thou Turrrrbo,how you like me now? Howya,howya,hawyah like me now Howya,hawya,hawya,hawya like me now Phil Rizzuto say's Holy Cow How yah like me now? Now bus it..... I'm drivin' in my real fly transportation Pushin' eighty-five to my destination Me and my girl and I'm on the lean With my Saab stick shift in between Pushin' it,huggin' the road so tight 'Til hear a siren and a real bright light Didn't pay no attention with the cruise control Until I heard a deep voice say Chill Will:( Highway patrol ) So I pulled to the side and I started to laugh 'Cause I think they wanted my autograph Ha,ha,ha,ha,but anyway They got their car started over to mine Registration,insurance I could not find He had a smile on his face like your ass is mine Chill Will:( Boy,your ass is mine!! ) So he got out of his car and approach my window Waitin' for me to like give him the info I reached over,gave my girlie a kiss Put the gears in three and I did like this VVVAARRRROOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM I was doin' 120 my girl started to remind me Cool and calm they was right behind me My girl say Dawn:( Doug E.,don't press your luck!! ) I said lucky for me that I don't drive drunk! I was coolin' (and by the way) I was rullin',know what I'm s-s-s-s-s-s-sayin' So movin' right along to the end of the story Cops were on my tail and really started to bore me I adjusted my mirror to see much clearer Cops were gettin' nearer So I had to prepare her Fasten your seat belt one more exit to go Then I pushed the Red Button on the Saab Turbo We was outta there as the wind blew her hair Her lips and legs showed alot of potential The rest of the story is confidential Know what I'm s-s-s-s-s-sayin',ay-yo (chorus)

Put It On

BIG L "Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous"
[Big L] Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond I leave mics torn when I put it on [Kid Capri] So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn C'mon put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on represent put it on, C'MON! [Big L] Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know) you betta ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz and get endz and commit sins with sick friends Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me Ha ha, youse a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin wreck to the break of dawn And it's on, yo it's a must that I put it on [Kid Capri] Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on represent Put it on, c'mon put it on.. [* unknown patois chatta - best guess *] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke You gwan dead, from army you provoked [Big L] I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear, cause I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My rap's steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sherriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm gone [Kid Capri] So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Big L, you gotta put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on and on Word up, knahmsayin My man Big L, runnin things for the nine-four and nine-oh-S, you know what I mean It's the Kid Capri, in full flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin like this Big L, c'mon [Big L] [Kid Capri] Lord Finesse He be puttin it on My man Buckwild He be puttin it on and on My man Fat Joe He be puttin it on Showbiz and A.G. Yeah they be puttin it on and on I can't forget Diamond D He be puttin it on The whole D.I.T.C. Yeah they be puttin it on and on And of course Kid Capri Yeah I be puttin it on The whole N.Y.C. Yeah we be puttin it on and on And I'm out *echoes*

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