No Names – Danger Doom – letras

[Marco]Well, Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clockAnd I…[Stormy]She stopped screaming long enough to tell you that?[Marco]Huh? No no no no, no, the other DebbieDebbie the teacher?[Stormy]Oh, you mean… {*whispering*} Black Debbie[Sparks]Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she « Black » Debbie?[Stormy]No, not in a BAAAD wayIt’s just to tell them apart because she’s… black![MF Doom]True, Doom rolled on through with a whole crewThat stole on you for holding old brew, who told you?Even if it’s crap, mind your own businessThey raps ain’t got no gift like a lonely ChristmasReal phony with beats that’s hardly freshHow they manage to deal is anybody’s guessYours is as good as mine, she’s sure fineFrom the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese lineAll you saw was a {*edit*} do a bee’s lineto where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kindCircle you, thicker by de-signBe-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewindUhh, excuse me booShe stuck out her tongue, it was purple number twoFDA approved played it smoother than a doo ragWhat a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you?Bagged, and he don’t mean coachThen she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roachThe mirror shine reflect colors like your CD’sShow love to others, we all brothers like the Bee GeesAll except the broads and youHold your applause, they break God’s laws and who pays?The taxpayer that’s whoCatch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoosThat’s gonna leave a bruiseLeave ’em grievin blues like believin in evening newsThey must be eatin glueHeave it all back, and we even Steven SueSprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stewand sneezin all in it after breathin in the fluGet a clue, his reasoning is askewAs to all the feverin and heavin up gooEither that or… dudeLeave your girl around this man whore and she’s too screwedJust in case she’s in a « what you wanna do » moodBring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed… tastes like chickenHe wastes no time like the bassline kickin inOr like a lace eye with you through thick and thinRaw humor, face pie to a frickin chinNew York’n, a hell of a finer townChoose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to ChinatownOr be found with a hole in your designer gownIn the role of public opinion it earned a minor frownIf you think you’re slick, you might could wish, but uhhAs a few good men set sights to link with your chickYou have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq’Ten years later, see how Enzyte’ll shrink your… walletAs you wallow in a sorrow pitCheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow itor get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo {shit}Flow so weird, his own peers couldn’t follow itOn the phone, he sounded like a real paid {« whoa whoa whoa »}Then we met in person, he was three shades blackerThat’s why he saved money over ball and chain damesWe all the same, no callin names[Stormy]I’m as smart as him![Quinn]What? I got Ph.D’s in four scientific disciplines[Stormy]Really?[Quinn]Why do you think they call me Dr. Quinn?[Stormy]Um, I just thought that was a nicknameYou know, like Dr. DreEast-siiiiiiiide!