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

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