MF Doom ft. Mr. Fantastik - Rapp Snitch Knishes lyrics

Yo, yo
MF Doom
Mr. Fantastik [2x]
Villain

What up, nigga?
-Ain't nothing, what's the word?
What's cracking, boy?
-Same old shit, kid
Man, Rap Snitches, man
Shit is bugged out, what the fuck man
You telling me
Niggas running they mouth
Tell them anything, anything

Rap snitches, telling all their business
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right here
Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years
[2x]

Type profile low, like A in Paid in Full
Attract heavy cash 'cause the game's centripetal
Mister Fantastik, long dough like elastic
Guard my life with twin Glocks, that's made out of plastic
Can't stand a brown nosing nigga fake ass bastard
Admiring my style, tour bus through Manhattan
Plotting, plan the quickest, my flow's the sickest
My hoes be the thickest, my dro the stickiest
Street nigga, stamped and bona-fide
When beef jump niggas come get me cause they know I ride
True to the ski mask, New York's my origin
Play a fake gangsta like a old accordion
According to him, when the D's rushed in
Complication from the wire, testimony was thin
Caused his man to go up north, the ball hit them again
Lame rap snitch nigga even told on the Mexican

Rap snitches, telling all their business
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right here
Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years
[2x]

True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care
Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear
Yeah, yeah, tell them tell it on the mountain hill
Running up they mouth bill, everybody doubting still
Informer, keep it up and get tested
Pop through the bubble vest or double breasted
He keep a lab down south in the little beast
So much heat you would have thought it was the Middle East
A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinning
Like sitting on twenty threes to get the squealers grinning
Hitting on many trees, feel real linen
Spitting on enemies, get the steel for tin men
Where no brains but gum flap
He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap
Son shut your trap, save it for the bitches
Mmm, delicious, rap snitch knishes

You know what I'm saying?
-It's terrible
Crazy, man, I'm just analyzing this whole game
This is bugged out, man, niggas is snitching
Telling on they own self
-It's a horror, yo
Fuck around and get everybody bagged, man
-Atrocity
Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga
You know your grand-mama used to be bootlegging
Fake hustling nigga

Perpetrator, yeah I'm right here