Anti-Matter - King Geedorah, Mr Fantastik

[Verse 1: Mr. Fantastik +

MF DOOM

From Venus to Mars back to Earth

Back to the HBO satellite

It’s showtime, nigga

King Geedorah on the boards (King Geedorah)

MF DOOM, and I am Mister Fantastik

Expeditiously I be on my grizzly

Feds try to creep me somehow always miss me

Mister Fantastik put the busy in the bee

Rock from the bottom straight to the tizzy

Who is he?

He need to get out more

Or either get outta here like some dang outlaw

Standing like Lurch,

no herb in the record bin

Called him for a random search from curbside checkin' in

It’s on nigga, on and cracking

Like Digg’em, lips be smacking

Running off at the mouth steady talkin' 'bout us

On some shit they overheard but enough is enough

Yeah,

It’s neither here nor there

, black

Warfare in your ear, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack

What’s that?

You’re hearing things!

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

Be wearing your thinking hat

[Chorus: MF DOOM & Mr. Fantastik +

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No matter how hard they try

They can’t stop us now

We got King Geedorah on the boards

With that golden sound

(«Are you serious?») («Of course.»)

They don’t know how we get down

When we’re out of town (

«Deadly serious»

«King Geedorah»

So, when you see us in the streets

Don’t be fuckin' around

«Perfect»

[Verse 2: Mr. Fantastik +

MF DOOM

A hundred things on the re-up, of course I’m living fat

My Mercedes outside, nigga, where yours at?

Top down on a good day, Decatur, out on Wood Way

Got cats thinking should I stay, fuck what the hood say

Niggas wanna rob me now

Bitches wanna slob me now

Hoes didn’t holla last year feel sorry now

Practice jumpshot, Reggie Mill', Robert Horry now

The nigga that you with played like Atari now

Lyrically unorthodox, I flow continuous

Never on a straight path, I’m known to bend and twist

Put it down from the suburbs to the tenement

You bet against me but wanna wonder where your money went

I get the cash, take niggas out like trash

Known to stack a mean stash, they used to call me Pure Math

Back in the days, all I did was stay paid

But as they say in the South, bitch;

«Gimme some head»

Excuse me, Mister—do she got a sister?

Who he not to kiss her?

True—

she do got a blister

Now the movie plot twists like a Twizzler

If I needed my

meat burned

I’d go to Sizzler

Getting paid like a biker with the best crank

Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank

Type to just blank and don’t show much pity

When I’m in the city, I always keep a dutch with me

Touch her titty 'til she ask me where the trees is at

Or tell me don’t squeeze that, rats wanna tease a cat

Let the dog beg, wait up, who talking?

DOOM with the hog leg straight up New Yorkin'

[Chorus: MF DOOM & Mr. Fantastik +

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No matter how hard they try

They can’t stop us now

«That's correct»

We got King Geedorah on the boards

With that golden sound

«King Geedorah»

They don’t know how we get down

When we’re out of town

(«I just can’t stand the guy»)

So, when you see us in the streets—