Gazzillion Ear - MF DOOM, J Dilla

Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and

Won’t stop rockin til he clocked in a gazzillion grand

Tillin' the wasteland sands

Rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin' fan

He rest when he’s ashes

Ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes

Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster

A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster

They supposed ta know.

It show when his aura glow

Get from out the row, when he get dough it’s horrible

Time is money spend, waste, save, invest to fess

From ten case a cave with chicken chest S

Yes ya’ll but don’t forget your trickles

The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels

But tut tut, he about to change the price again

It go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen

Villain here, havin' one thrilling affair

It won’t stop, top illin' til he a gazillionaire

Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama

Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma

Once sold a inbred skinhead a nigga joke

Plus a brand new chrome smokin' with the triggers broke

I thought I told em firing pins was separate

He find out later when he tries to go an rep it

Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah

Charged in advance, translate it and ignored it sorta

One monkey don’t stop no slaughta

A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border

Know the drill, it ain’t worth the overkill

Flow skill, still… there’s no thrill

Villain burn ya 10K bills in his villa

Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with…

Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix

Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick

Sketch lyric, bet 'cha bottom nick on some vic

Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb stick

Sick slick, hid in a book

The only way they find it if it’s spittin in a hook

Listen, don’t look now, keep walkin'

Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin'

Hawk men, stalkin', hit a weed, hawkin' often

Cough into a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then

He’s like Wharf, some say stronger though

Off the top J strong bow, play along bro

Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show

Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro

For ya info when he’s not practicin' Jim Crow

A actress and some nympho bimbo

He’s playin' Ray Jay the old tape

DOOM, well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape

Fill it to the rim like brim

Villain and ya won’t find him in no gym

Probably a foggy bog with the frogs

With a dot on the guard as he squat on log

Half cocked and half baked

Used to keep a full stock of work half rocked and half shaked

My mistake, silent track agreement

For more G’s than lines and cracks in the cement

In any event it’s fake like wrestlin'

Get em like Keak da Sneak on mescaline

Ahem, elixir for the dry throat

Tried to hit the high note.

Villain’s just a itsy bitsy zygote

By remote, send in the meat wagon

Braggin' MC’s packed in with they feets draggin'

These stats are staggerin'

Had his PHD in indiscreet street hagglin'

Villain, his agenda is clear

Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here

It’s not meant for the scene

Went through the celin' after enterin' his center bein'

A new meanin' to sales through the roof

Guaranteed raw and saw his truth is truth, proof

It’s the return of the tramp

Who’ll do a duet jam with Earnest Goes to Camp

For the right earn — knaa’mean like Vern

We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn

Jiminy crickets, he gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off simply lyrics

One mans waste is another mans soap

Sons fan base, know the brotha man’s dope

A real weirdo, with a bug rear flow

And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow

He wears a mask so the charge won’t grab

On a rooftop with a large stone slab

Heads up, talk white and thought niggerous

Refuse to walk tight and got his off the figure’ish

Black licorice is equally as yucky

How he handle the money was strictly Dan Stucky

Monkey hustle, man on fire

Later for the date than the hadron collider

And cost more, if it’s seemin' like a style

DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile

Smile, ding!

Sparkling jewels, in effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules

Fools, the roach is never dead

Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head.

Instead.

It was depicted as Flik did

Split, the wick’s lit