Belize (feat. MF DOOM)

Away from you
 Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
 They told me even when the records skip, keep it rolling
 On the shoulder like a California highway patrolman
 Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
 I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman
 I'm still in photos, posted with my own omen
 A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan
 It's something like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan
 This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters
 Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence
 I feel as though it's safe to assume that to the students
 And I can prove it to the way me and DOOM do this
 You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps
 With rap projects in housing developments
 Cool the cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant
 Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
 Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
 Y'all failin' to see what's shakin' besides gelatin
 News bulletin, I refuse to take the medicine
 Fuck a thick skin, I got me a exo-skeleton
 The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster
 That living like an obstetrician, but not a doctor
 Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords
 The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis
 Compensated for playing nice, it's optics
 Product of The Last Poets and The Watts Prophets
 Ah, stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket
 Donezo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket
 Catastrophic, supreme microphoners
 In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones
 Brothers, both components of the close to coldest
 Court holders with bars as hard as Angola's
 Away from you
 DOOM get rude with the dude off chips
 The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich
 Danger make him groove off a glitch
 Made your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch
 Always wanted to say that
 Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat
 The one he often frequently slapped around
 All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown
 Hated the rap sound
 Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped out
 Enough to have the game trapped and bound
 Scratchin' the crown with the names of lames who yapped the noun
 Or verb, for that matter
 Had no data for a herb who chat chatter
 Oh, Erik Estrada
 Fat rat, the mask made him batty as a mad hatter
 Known for his absurd word choices
 And will ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices
 Look, the energy is crazy
 Far as he was concerned, the enemy was lazy
 Your attention please
 Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese
 Before he flees to Belize
 In case you forgot to mention, squeeze these
 Just keep it on a need-to-know basis
 They knew he was a negro, so no need to show faces
 Back in the days of no laces
 On a slow pace, they used to say he might could go places
 Meh, whatever the case is
 The card he played was ace of spades, but no races
 A spastic, some call loony
 When he spit a tune sarcastic as Paul Mooney
 Away from you
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 Away from you