Ballskin - MF DOOM

The flow is towin, precision as a afro trim

All big letters but it isn’t no acronym

Smacked the thin grin off a chin for crack smokin

DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken

Chrome grown men doin business with anglo sax and them

Lackin swing but that banjo’s so relaxin

As the wax spin

Hackin axes in the wind pretend it’s just a pen

See if you could pencil em in

Tense, mention men their honor fenced in

Sensed it is tends

The wheels fall off, then it’s the end

Don’t get keelhauled in, Villain always been

Feel real genuine ballskin

Not to call the whole crowd out, it’s just a few chumps

And you know who you are like a shout out

Place em in your loud mouth and taste em like a pastry

Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully

Disappear, reappear, disappear again

Villain not is «hair», he’s no Afro-American

If that’s the case, he be a bald-headed African

Takin all the credit and jetted, astro-travellin

Turn the man into a mannequin for Affleck-in

And bein tough actin, tinactin bluff jackin

He’s wears a mask so when he dawns his face

Each and every race, could absorb the bass

In the place to be

Don’t believe the hyperbole

It’s like a murder spree, get sniped verbally

Beat in the head with lead pipe languages

For street cred, leave em for dead, in anguishness

The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses

And came to help the people with they minds in they a*ses

And set trippin, get a grip like Spaulding

These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin