MF Doom - ? (Question Mark) lyrics

rate me

My servants began to forge what was to become

The most dreaded costume on the face of the earth

The last thing to fit was the mask

Will it conform to my twisted features in comfort

[Verse 1: MF Doom]

He cleans his metal mask with gasoline, they after him

Last seen pulling chicks like a fiend pull a fast one

Can't put shit past him

Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him

Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man

Stand close to his main man like a chain gang

Who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew

That's no mystery that Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew

Sorta with her drawers down quarter

The extorter bring slaughter like "Well I oughta"

I suggest you hand over the formula dulla

A villain in your land, in his land a ruler

Hard hitting like puffing a woola with Lieutenant Uhura

Every day feel like it's an off day with Ferris Bueller

Brother pull heat to prove they not sweet

No matter how you spell it, we still got beats

[Verse 2: Kurious]

Don't question how we live, question what we give

Take it to the next leave 'em where they can't see me

Still they judge, but they be butt ass

Twist that wig like a muppet, keep it simple, can't truss it

Light's the fuel, mic is the tool

Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel, finish what I start

Mastered the art, living hell can't explain it

Inhale confuse it more, cop the .44

Contemplate, meditate, dictate

I direct my direct fate, coming of late

Kurious, can I say shit

Do it for CottleRock, do it for K.Nit

(RIP)

K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C

(Eternally for M-I-C)

Only we save we

[Verse 3: MF Doom]

By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out

Mostly from experience, shit that I learned about

Topics and views, generally concerned about

With different ways to come up and earn clout

I take a look at my life and pace the trails

From Tablik and savage females with fake nails to face veils

You out your frame but still bagging 'em too

You know I know, these hoes be asking me if I'm you

Like my twin brother, we did everything together

From hundred raka'at salats to copping butter leathers

Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys

I had all the different color Cazals and Gazelles

The "SUBROC" three-finger ring with the ruby in the "O", ock

Truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block

I keep a flick of you with the machete sword in your hand

Everything is going according to plan man