MF Doom Lyrics
"Rapp Snitch Knishes"

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[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Yo..

[MF Doom:
Talking]
Yo

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
MF
Doom

[MF Doom: Talking]
Mr. Fantastik

[Mr.
Fantastik: Talking]
Mr. Fantastik

[MF Doom:
Talking]
The villain

[Mr. Fantastik:
Talking]
What up, nigga?

[MF Doom:
Talking]
Ain't nuttin, what's the
word?

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
What's
cracking, boy?

[MF Doom: Talking]
Same ol'
shit, kid

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Man..rap
snitches man..shit is bugged out, man, the fuck man

[MF
Doom: Talking]
You telling me

[Mr. Fantastik:
Talking]
Niggaz running their mouth, telling anything,
anything!

[Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik]
Rap snitches,
tellin all their business
Sit in the court and be they own
star witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right
here
Fuck around and get the whole label sent up for years
(Huh)

[Mr. Fantastik]
Type profile low, like ay get
paid in full
Attract heavy cash cuz the game's
centrifical
Mister Fantastik long though like
elastic
Got my life between glocks, it's made out of
plastic
Can't stand the brown nosin nigga fake ass
bastard
Admiring my style so I bust through
Manhattan
Since plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the
sickest
My hoes be the thickest, my dro.. the
stickiest
Street nigga, stamped and bonafide
When beef
jump niggaz come get me cuz they know I ride
Two to the ski
mask, New York's my origin
Play a fake gangsta like a
old accordian
Accordin ta him, when the deed's rushed
in
Complication from the wild testimony was thin
Caused
his man ta go up north, the ball hit 'em again
Blame
rap snitch nigga, even told on the mexican
[Chorus x2: Mr.
Fantastik] [The second time the chorus is repeated, it
doesn't end with "Huh"]
Rap snitches, tellin all their
business
Sit in the court and be they own star
witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah i'm right
here
Fuck around get the whole label sent up for years
(Huh)

[MF Doom]
True, there's rules to this
shit, fools dare care
Everybody wanna rule the world with
tears for fear
Yeah yeah tell 'em tell it on the
mountain hill
Runnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin
still
Informer, keep it up and get tested
Pop through
the bubble vest or double breasted
He keep a lab down south
in the little beast
So much heat you woulda thought it was
the middle east
A little grease always keeps the wheels a
spinnin
Like sittin on twenty threes to get the squeelers
grinnin
Hittin on many trees, feel real linen
Spittin on
enemies, get the steel for tin men
Where no brains but gum
flap
He said his gun clap, then he fled after one
slap
(Pat!) son shut your trap, save it for the
bitches
MMM...delicious, rap snitch knishes

[Mr.
Fantastik: Talking]
You know what I'm saying? It's
a terrible-crazy, man
Just analyzing this all game,
it's bugged out
Niggaz snitching..telling on them
allselves

[MF Doom: Talking]
It's a horror,
man..

[Mr. Fantastik: Talking]
Fuck around..and get
anybody bagged, man..
Fuck around and get yo mama bagged,
nigga..
You know your grandmama begging..fake hustling
nigga
[Laughter]
This song is from the album "MM..Food?".