Lyrics MF Doom – Cellz

Make due, blazing swords, traze the haze, praise the Lord
Saving grace. Lace your broad, she say she bored
A crazy straw, ink and stale-dried paraffin
Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison
A bad Samaritan averagin above average men
Rancid rants havin’ ramblin’, savages scavagin’
For scraps, perhaps road kill, if that
Gift of gab and he flow ill, chrome stiff hat
Known for writin’ lightnin’ tight lines
Chiefin beefin’ bein’ off deep ends, divine bright shines even
Dimes quiet as minds by design, mighty fine
Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind
Need minds now, that was this is then
Listenin’ to sizzlin’ officialtons whisperin’ him again
Metal Face spinster playin’ with the dirty money
Sinister, don’t know what he sayin’ but the words be funny
Major vets spaded through the vest with a bayonet
Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget
Make ’em sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits
Then it gets wilder with more childish degenerates

Yodel at your uncle flows, my motorcycle trunk fulls
from 2, 1 to 1, loose crumbs to chunks in bundles
Hands down, better than what your mans used to get
Standin’ around for where the translucent lucid spit
Missin 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
Ya heard like roaring waters in a seashell
If a tree fell, ya couldn’t tell from 3 cell
Be real careful, they tellin’ by the earful
Kids doin’ skid bids, acting out is terrible
Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on
Pants saggin’ back when used to meant you had a skirt on
Squirts posin’ as thuggers and hustlers
Al-itu closer than y’alls ball huggers and jugglers
MOTHAFUCKAS