Anti-Matter Lyrics – King Geedorah
Singer: King Geedorah
Title: Anti-Matter
From Venus to Mars, back to Earth
Back to the HBO satellite
It’s showtime, n#gg#
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, n#gg#, on and cracking
Like Dig’em, lips be smacking
Running off at the mouth steady talkin’ ’bout us
On some sh#t 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
Are you serious?
Of course
They don’t know how we get down when we’re out of town
Deadly serious
So when you see us in the streets, don’t be f#ckin’ around
Perfect
A hundred things on the re-up, of course I’m living fat
My Mercedes outside, n#gg#, where yours at?
Top down on a good day, Decatur, out on Wood Way
Got cats thinking: Should I stay? f#ck what the hood say
n#gg#s wanna rob me now, b#tches wanna slob me now
Hoes didn’t holler last year feel sorry now
Practice jumpshots, Reggie Mill’, Robert Horry now
The n#gg# 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 n#gg#s 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, b#tch: 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
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—
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