Viberian Son [Pt. II] - JJ DOOM, Del The Funky Homosapien

Let this serve as a warning

To all y’all out there who is in charge of these little people

Kill the young ones

It’s not the same like when we was growing up

Used to get a whooping and then everything would be good, you’d get back in line

These are divine beings

Here to usher in the new era, a new age

So if it gonna work

You need to reason with these beings

Talk to them, let them know what’s going on

They are unique, angelic beings

So enter at your own risk

If you wanna hit them with sticks like they baby goats

Kids, call 'em kids

And rile them up and corral them

It ain’t gonna work

Stop running through the fucking house

Stop running through the motherfucking house

Stop running through the fucking house, yo

Lava rock disc jock

Talk million dollar crack rock

Opposition — not

Whole block watch my swat

Gimme got thoughts that jock

Well sought after, rise like astronauts

Tell negros they ain’t half as hot

Tell the Beatles the negros is where they took half they plot

Young Diesel, I’m master, watch

How black people flip and bounce anything and smash on y’all

Buttermilk biscuits, this test is clear

Y’all already know DOOM one of the best there is

I confess, I did

The best made me speak crazy

Out the side of my neck about the BET lady

The Caribbean chick before they started playing «gimme the hits»

Any symbiant been in the abyss

Indigestion disintegrate real quick, Real spit

Illuminati knew we wylin' with stupid violence

So most of these fools choose silence

While we move mountains and chew diamonds

Like groove pirates on our new island, just commandeered

It’s not wrong, it’s weird, sing along and cheer

This your song of the year

Survivor series underground million language

Combined with mercury

Viable first degree maniacal verb velocity tossed hands free

Dangling about your city

Batman’s memory — photographic, but chilling

Haunt you with visual density

Illustrated word weaponry

Step to me…

Like Big Daddy