Rapp Snitch Knishes feat. Mr. Fantastik
MF DOOM Lyrics


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(Yo)
(Yo)

MF DOOM
Mr. Fantastik
Mr. Fantastik
Villain
(What up, nigga?
(Ain't nothin', what's the word?)
(What's cracking, boy?)
(Same ol' shit, kid)
(Man)
(Different day, you know?)
(These rap snitches, man, shit is bugged out, man)
(What the fuck, man?)
(Shit, you telling me)
(Niggas running their mouth, telling everything, everything)
(Critical)

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, uh

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

Type profile low, like A in Paid in Full
Attract heavy cash 'cause the game's centrifugal
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 bonafide
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 'em 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

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

True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care
Everybody wanna rule the world with Tears For Fear
Yeah, yeah tell 'em, 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 woulda 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
Mm, 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)
(Atrocities)
(Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga)
(You know your grandmama used to be bootlegging)
(Fake hustling, nigga)




(Perpetrator?)
(Yeah, I'm right here)

Overall Meaning

The song Rapp Snitch Knishes by MF DOOM featuring Mr. Fantastik is a commentary on the culture of "rap snitches" in the rap industry. The lyrics are a critique of rappers who would "tell all their business" to the authorities or media, and betray their fellow artists or colleagues. The song uses clever rhymes and wordplays to illustrate the consequences of snitching, including being sent to jail or ruining one's reputation.


The first verses of the song establish the scene of two friends catching up and talking about the rap industry. They both express disgust at the snitching culture in rap music, and lament the fact that some people would betray their own interests for personal gain. The chorus is a warning to those who snitch, that they will be caught and punished for their actions.


The second part of the song features Mr. Fantastik rapping about his own experiences in the rap game. He boasts about his wealth and fame, and warns those who try to snitch on him that he carries guns and is not afraid to use them. He also references a real-life case where a rapper from his neighborhood was sent to jail because of snitching.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo
Hello.


Yo
Hello.


What up nigga?
What's going on?


Ain't nuttin', what's the word?
Nothing much, what's new?


What's cracking, boy?
What's happening?


Same ol' shit, kid
Nothing new, same old routine.


Man
Hey, listen up.


Different day, you know?
Everyday is the same.


These rap snitches, man, shit is bugged out, man
These people who tell everything are crazy.


What the fuck, man?
What is going on?


Shit you telling me
I know what you mean.


Niggas running their mouth, telling everything, everything
People talk too much, even about things they aren't supposed to.


Critical
This is a serious problem.


Rap snitches, telling all their business
People who snitch on others in the rap industry.


Sit in the court and be their own star witness
They testify against others in court and try to make a name for themselves.


Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here
The person who did the crime is right in front of you.


Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years, uh
If you mess around with the industry, you can end up ruining it for everyone.


Type profile low, like A in Paid in Full
To stay out of sight like the character A in the movie Paid in Full.


Attract heavy cash 'cause the game's centrifugal
To attract a lot of money because the rap industry pulls people in.


Mister Fantastik, long dough like elastic
Mr. Fantastik has a lot of money that seems to stretch like elastic.


Guard my life with twin Glocks that's made out of plastic
To protect himself with guns that are fake.


Can't stand a brown nosing nigga fake ass bastard
Hates people who are fake and suck up to him.


Admiring my style, tour bus through Manhattan
People like his music and he's traveled through Manhattan on a tour bus.


Plotting, plan the quickest, my flow's the sickest
Working hard and coming up with unique rhymes.


My hoes be the thickest, my dro the stickiest
He's got the best women and the best weed.


Street nigga, stamped and bonafide
Legitimate street person.


When beef jump niggas come get me 'cause they know I ride
People protect him because they know he's loyal and will fight for them.


True to the ski mask, New York's my origin
He's loyal to his identity and New York is where he's from.


Play a fake gangsta like a old accordion
Pretending to be a tough guy like a worn-out accordion.


According to him, when the D's rushed in
Based on what he's heard, when the detectives showed up.


Complication from the wire testimony was thin
The evidence from the wire was flimsy and didn't hold up.


Caused his man to go up north, the ball hit 'em again
Because of what he said, his friend was sent to prison again.


Lame rap snitch nigga even told on the Mexican
He's calling someone out for snitching on someone despite being considered a poor excuse for a rapper.


True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care
There are rules to follow in the rap industry, but some people choose not to follow them.


Everybody wanna rule the world with Tears For Fear
Everyone wants to be in control.


Yeah, yeah tell 'em, tell it on the mountain hill
Go ahead and tell everyone.


Running up they mouth bill, everybody doubting still
People talk too much and continue to be doubtful.


Informer, keep it up and get tested
People who inform on others will eventually get caught.


Pop through the bubble vest or double breasted
Shoot through a bullet-proof vest or a coat with two layers.


He keep a lab down south in the little beast
He has a drug lab in the southern part of the country.


So much heat you woulda thought it was the Middle East
There's so much violence and fighting that it feels like the Middle East.


A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinning
A little bribe can keep things going smoothly.


Like sitting on twenty threes to get the squealers grinning
Driving around in a car with expensive wheels makes people want to snitch.


Hitting on many trees, feel real linen
Smoking a lot of weed and wearing expensive clothing.


Spitting on enemies, get the steel for tin men
Fighting against enemies and always having weapons ready.


Where no brains but gum flap
People who talk too much and don't have brains.


He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap
He threatened to shoot, but ran away after getting slapped.


Son shut your trap, save it for the bitches
Shut up and keep your words for your girlfriends.


Mmm, delicious, rap snitch knishes
People who snitch are tasty and he uses them as fuel for his music.


You know what I'm saying?
Do you understand me?


It's terrible
This is horrible.


Crazy, man, I'm just analyzing this whole game
This is insane, I'm examining everything.


This is bugged out, man, niggas is snitching
This is messed up because people are telling on each other.


Telling on they own self
People are snitching on themselves.


It's a horror, yo
This is scary.


Fuck around and get everybody bagged, man
If you mess around, everyone will get caught.


Atrocities
These actions are terrible.


Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga
If you mess around, even your mother will get caught.


You know your grandmama used to be bootlegging
Even your grandmother knows better than to snitch.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson

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