Cellz Lyrics - Ft. MF DOOM (Prod. MF DOOM)

Lyrics~ MF DOOM

DOOM, from the realm of El Kulum; smelly gel fume. Separatin' cell womb--to Melle Mel, boom!
Revelations in Braille, respiration: inhale, view--nations fail and shaking of a snake tail.
Make due! Blazin' swords; trace the haze, praise the Lord. Saving Grace,--lace your broad she say she bored.
A crazy straw, ink and stale dry paraffin. Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison.
A bad samaritan averagin' above average men. Rancid rants, havin'; ramblin', savages scavengin'.
For scraps, perhaps roadkill if that. Gift of gab, and he flowed ill chrome stiff hat.
Known for writin' lightnin' tight lines. Chief N' beefin', bein' off deep ends, divine bright shines even.
Dimes quiet as mimes; by design mighty fine. Slight rewind, tightly bind, "blind lead blind."
Need mines, now that was, this is then, listenin'... To sizzlin' officialtons whisperin', "Him again?"
Metal face finster, playin' with the dirty money. Sinister--"don't know what he sayin' but the words be funny!"
Major vet, spaded through the vest with a bayonet. Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget.
Make her sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits. Then it gets wilder with more childisher degenerates.

(Three thousand years ago Moses said, "Every human being is responsible for his action." Or thy being is still
thy beast, not--yet--human!)

You 'ought to let ya uncle flow, my motorcycle trunk fulls. From 2-1-2-1, loose crumbs, to trunks in bundles.
Hands down,--better than what your man's use to get. Standing around from where the translucent losers spit.
Missing wheel? You don't listen, you a 'feel head' sittin' in the kitchen, pissin', twitchin', kissin', steel lead!
Crime pays no dental, nor medical.
Unless you catch retirement, county state or federal... You heard like roarin' waters in a seashell!
If a tree fell... you couldn't tell from 3 cell. Be real careful, they tell him by the earful.
Kids doin' skid bids, actin' out is terrible! Word is bond, fix your clothes put a shirt on!
Pants saggin' back when you use to meant you had a skirt on! Squirts--posin' as thuggers, and hustlers El evil
closer than y'alls ball huggers and jugglers! Mo' fuckas...

This is not my song. This is DOOM's song.
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