Anti-Matter

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

Mr. 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 out of here like some dang outlaw

Standing like Lurch, no herb in the record bin

Called him for a random search for curbside checkin' in

It's on, nigga, on and cracking

Like Dig'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 hearing things, tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

Be wearing your thinking hat

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

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 holler last year feel sorry now

Practice jumpshots, 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 betting 'gainst 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: Give me 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 burnt, 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 till 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'

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—