Dead on Arrival

[Produced by MF DOOM] [Intro] Super motherfucking villain, chilling We out to get these millions We chilling Ay, yo, this chick tried to tell him "Ooh, you're like the sun Chasing all of the pain away When you come around You bring brighter days" She told me "You're the perfect one Me and you, forever we'll be" I told her "I will rock this microphone always" [Verse 1] "Ay,yo, Steez, what you cookin' up?" Niggas wanted trouble with the troublesome So I went ahead and doubled up Momma always said you better hustle if you wanted lunch Ain't no such thing as runner up From M-I-A to D-O-A it's no games but I know my C-D gon play And with everything I do it P-E all day That's D-O-P-E so them fiends gon' pay, shit Son is always outshining 'em The high from the squadron that was hidin in the lion's den Sleepin, countin' all the sheep to start a riot but They ain't even know I had a shot like silencers You get the mental picture World cup flow, I can't kick it with ya Naw, I'm kidding with ya Ask your little sister J Steez on this grind like benefactors It's the Steyraz comin' through your 8-track Play that, but keep it low key- a flat Lay flat when the war comes Aesop Rock meets swing jazz and gym class So PE be them supervillains Groupies flockin' at the concerts just to boost they image So you spent it on these stupid women Out buying whores shoes like true religion and superstition Niggas wanna picture me gone Like when Biggie went to war with Mr. Shakur Lyrical spawn with a little twisted Jigga and Nas But I was born to deliver like umbilical cords Fuck what you heard, this is an eargasm Classic, feel-good rapping Magnum saliva like salvia I'm spittin' up spasms Based God trippin' off acid