The Finest
MF Doom [Metal Samples] Lyrics

As the life cycle goes on goes on
As life continues and progresses

And you learn to hold on (hold on)
And you learn to persevere

To things like the mic the mic
To things like the microphone

And you learn to appreciate who is the nicest on said device
And you learn to recognize and value the most skilled artist on the microphone

But who is (The finest)
But who is the absolute best

Time at shashuma, too much drama, blind behind the rumor
The passage of time is filled with excessive drama and people believing unverified rumors

Time and time and time, my mind, I'm trying to find a tumor
Continuously, I am searching for something troubling or problematic in my thoughts

Time at shashuma, no time for humor
There is no time for laughter or lightheartedness

As soon as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead, you trying to find Pumas
When one of your friends dies in Hempstead, you immediately try to find someone to blame

Sooner the better, even knitted a sweater already
The sooner the action is taken, the better, I have even prepared for it in advance

Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
Keep your possessions, we are moving forward despite the harsh conditions

We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
We are prepared to do anything, are you ready, MF Doom?

(You know it like a poet, my brother)
(You understand it deeply, my friend)

(Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever
(Hey, Gunn, are you on board?) Whatever, I'm ready

I know about going paid to broke, to next day well-off
I am familiar with the experience of going from wealth to poverty, and then the following day having financial security again

To bust a shell off, to dick-riders: "Get the hell off"
To shoot a gun, to those who blindly support others: "Leave immediately"

Made a call to a client, he must've had his cell off
I tried to contact a customer, but they must have had their phone turned off

A show-off, he has the same bite but fell off
A bragger, he possesses the same skill but his abilities have declined

I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts
I can immediately discern, from knowledge to undeniable truths

Which niggas is wack 'til they last two tracks
Which individuals are untalented until their final two songs

Matter fact, y'all could wait for the rep to tell
In fact, you can wait for the reputation to reveal

The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths of hell
The exaggerated story of how he emerged from a difficult situation

When die, he gon' die like a soldier die
When he dies, he will die bravely like a soldier in battle

Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
With a bruised eye, drinking cheap alcohol

Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach
Smoking a cigar, observing the police patrol the area

Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
Ruining my pleasant state of mind, passing by, when Gunn dies

He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
He will attempt to lecture about the realities of the streets before ascending to heaven

Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
Yes! That is credible, similar to drizzling rain in a disposable cup

This one etched in stone, the chisel with the paper up
This idea is permanent and clearly defined, as if it was carved into stone with a raised chisel

I need a cut: a taper-up, edge-up
I require a haircut: a styled, precise trimming of the hairline

Niggas can't measure up, I'm here to get the treasure up
People can't match up to my skills, I am here to accumulate wealth and success

Stands up and hold 'em high, do or die
Stand up and raise them high, with a determination to succeed or perish

He got heat, no surprise, stop the beat, close your eyes
He possesses exceptional talent, it's not unexpected, pause the music, shut your eyes in awe

Got the weed, rolling lah
Has marijuana and is preparing a joint

Not sweet, so no demise, all the guys drops seeds so multiply
Not weak, so there will be no downfall, all the men impregnate others to increase in number

Within the prophecies hold the lie
Within the predictions, deception is held

He bled my mother and my father, but can't bleed me
He caused harm to my parents, but cannot harm me

OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me
Overdose, urban suffering, he harmed my brother, my sister, but cannot harm me

A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed
An elder, urban suffering, harmed my mother, my father, but cannot harm me

Me sci-fly, whole style stuck up
I am superbly cool, my entire style is conceited

Used to talk to myself, I told him, "Shut the fuck up!"
I used to have internal conversations, but I ordered the inner voice to be silent

Buckle up, cause it's about to be rough
Prepare yourself, because the situation is going to be difficult

He said, "Keep talking that shit, you 'bout to be snuffed"
He responded, "Continue speaking in that manner, and you're going to be physically attacked"

Then we squashed it, I let em know: "Watch it
Then we resolved the conflict, I warned him to be careful

We only met a time to join these rhymers in the mosh pit"
Our encounter was only to collaborate with these rappers on stage

Gosh, it feels great just to increase the chance
Wow, it's wonderful to improve the opportunity

For a pussy nigga face to hit the dance floor
For a cowardly individual to be physically struck and fall to the ground

I pull ya' top up, got clout, crack rock, what?
I lift your shirt up, I have influence and crack cocaine, what's up?

Now it's all good business, and so this bitch is locked up
Now it's all successful business, and this woman is imprisoned

On the dance floor: you got knocked out, your bitch got knocked up
On the dance floor: you were knocked unconscious, your partner became pregnant

Baby-face, and hey can you brand you, brand new machete
A young-looking individual, and hey, can you distinguish yourself with a brand new machete

Damn, I just shook your hand and can't stand you already
Damn, I just greeted you and already dislike you

Can't stand you, understand you deadly
Can't tolerate you, comprehend your potential harm

But my hammer's like a band, my man, it's Brand New and Heavy
But my firearm is like a music group, my friend, it's new and powerful

Yo' Doom, you ready?
Hey, MF Doom, are you ready?

(Yeah! Yo' Gunn, you with it?) Whatever
(Yeah! Hey, Gunn, are you on board?) Whatever, I'm ready

Come on stay, I wrote this rhyme on my born-day
Come on, remain here, I composed this verse on the day of my birth

Remind me of the same style I flipped on "Hey!"
Remind me of the same technique I utilized on the song "Hey!"

Yikes! Who can fuck with the likes
Wow! Who can compete with individuals of this caliber

Of one such who scores touchdown and spikes mic's
Of someone who achieves success and celebrates by forcefully placing the microphone in the ground

Metal grill, with many styles, better still
Metal mouthpiece, with a multitude of artistic approaches, even better

Feel like number 26 on a roulette wheel
Feel like the number 26 on a roulette wheel, uncertain and unpredictable

And deal, and run rings around rhymers
And negotiate skillfully, easily surpassing other rappers

And run rings like number runners whose old-timers
And move swiftly like experienced individuals involved in illegal betting

Shorty in the all black, she think she all that
A woman dressed in all black, she believes she is superior

I called her, she said, "Don't call back!"
I contacted her, and she instructed me not to call again

She called me, now what you call that?
She contacted me, what do you make of that situation?

Let's go back, I sold crack
Let's go back in time, I sold cocaine

Hold gats, smoke that, drink that, toke that
Hold guns, smoke marijuana, drink alcohol, consume drugs

Fuck! Where that ho at? Where that dough at?
Damn! Where is that woman? Where is the money?

Suffering succotash! This hooker broke into his last buck of cash
Experiencing extreme distress! This prostitute stole his remaining money

He love her, motherfuck her ass
He loves her, but also despises her

Metal feet dented your car fender
Metallic feet caused damage to your vehicle's fender

My agenda up in the basement party tipping the bartender
My plan is to be present at the underground party, giving a generous tip to the bartender

Is unbeknownst to you who could get body blown?
This is unknown to you, who could potentially be killed?

MF like Mike Fran Corleone
MF Doom is similar to Michael Francis Corleone from The Godfather

And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
And has it all under control, derogatory term, would you like to know what you are gazing at?

An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
An imperceptible individual, who expertly vanishes

Raised by a pack a wild womens like Sweetback
Nurtured by a group of untamed women like the character Sweetback

Front? I'mma be back! (Like brothers in the street act)
Challenge me? I will return with vengeance! (Similar to how brothers retaliate on the streets)

(Surrounded by a bunch a bad bitches like Sweetback)
(In the company of numerous attractive women like Sweetback)

(Fuck with me I'll be back)
(If you mess with me, I will return)

Like niggas in the streets act (streets act!)
Similar to how people behave in the streets