Из альбома: Dr. Dooom 2
Yeah, a special bulletin
Dr Dooom
Now I'm lookin' from the outside, a lot of soul sellin'
Tuxedo rebellin', they posted up with a lot of Duke Ellin'
Retarded storytellin'
Blacks with white lips, chewin' chicken and watermelon
Corporate tap dancers, they sap dancers
Monkeys with money, with cups
On they feet, they sing and rap on every beat
They can't seem to notice, the glamorous
Slick three marble sound check floors
I guess the demons sound check yours
The Betty Boo's of rap
They make you lose in rap
Stephen
(Yes, sir)
Fetcher
(I'll fetch it)
Tap dance
(I'se ready)
Monkeys with a cup
Go head up there and play the guitar
Look like a starvin' slave, what way are you tryin' to pave?
You's a artificial, piece of tissue, takin up space in another issue
The public stay laughin, I don't have to get you
You's a test tube baby, the test tube Cag' Lacey
You too Sammy Davis'd out to face me
With one eye on Broadway, how you gon' face me
In broad day, with the food tray? Flyin' your way, out of Rahway
Your hand turn spicy, saut