Books Of War

[MF DOOM]

It ain't nothing like a fistfull a cash or a bliss fulla the hash

That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash

From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash

Gimme the Timbs Rumplestiltskin brown

A metal face mask with a built in frown

A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds

And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown

Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam

With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman

Or I'll break it down for the layman

Bain de Soliel, for that St. Tropez tan

A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll

Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough

Like a fool who stole pity y'all

From tryna go up against city hall titty bar

The black mic is like a red violin

Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again

Bloody rap game like leviathan

Leave a bad taste, killin my high like niacin

Stop kiddin middlemen need Ritalin

Hit me with the full tin of gin and im a kid again

Keep the bong lightin straight through the song writin

The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin, thats inviting all

To the recitin thats dope and raw

Hoping all yall come in peace and its open bar

Tear the roof off this bumba rasclaat

By the end of the night spazz like shazbot

Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny

A ill plot thats ten times Ben Stien money, funny

How he rips the scripts with a straight face

With more rhymes than is lines in ya database

Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless

With this food for thought sorta like breakfast

You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist

Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace

Shit, that there, could go to help them daycares

Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!)

Pay ya fares,... Give the Herbalizers his shares

And y'all could pay DOOM in beers; cheers!

[RZA]

I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar

The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers

Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned

And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at

Home

This dates back to 1555

When they captured the first tribe of men

And piled them in a pen

Fifty feet high

They took em all on a 9000 mile ride

And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before

But read about this inside the ancient books of war

Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language

Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless

Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins

And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion

Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part

The devils cursed God and reversed God

And turned God into dog and made people search hard

No relief came to the prophet of W.D. feraud

To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados

Tobagos, separated us from slave boats

Made our own brothers hate us

From Virgin Isle to Jamaica

Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada

Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement

You black gods become awaken