Real Raw

[Scratched] Check it, check it Check it, back is the funky ex-flower [Dr. Octagon] With yellow eyes, my green face, my pink and white afro I'm no toy kid, your style is made by Hasbro G'nip g'nop, you think you got that real hip-hop I soar the chart so quickly, watched your album flop I'm Doctor Octo, curlin' weights, tourin rhinos Liftin horses, throwin cows at your fake forces You know my gold style, rabbit fur coat style You be freezin with the flu watch you keep sneezin Like Breezly Brewin, your style I'mma have to ruin Chop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practice You be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere Gerbils for rectums, I break you off like Richard Gere I'm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plastic Compelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shield New York City, California, roll my Ampex reel No corny loops and assemble with Timberland boots I'm strictly monster with turtlenecks like Frankenstein Drop that mic kid, you lost, so that ass is mine Chorus: Dr. Octagon I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face (3X) Superspeed... flowin! {Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated} [Dr. Octagon] Doctor Octo, mental disorder, person in alias Fifty-five-six computer tracks on your ass cracks Therapy patient ignored your rhymes in the train station You don't want none, the vomit's on your cinnamon bun You still rappin in the city talkin pig latin In fact you no test, you tired man, won't you rest? Take that sleep with NoDoz, that common style is cheap You bought your mic cord, payola scams the Billboard Slots that's not hot you settle for the nuts you got Record releases, your crew is wack like chocolate Reese's Urine stains are spread out, fly colours on your brains You beware, orangutangs tappin on your window Bulls and coyotes, while roaches walk around your poodle Like Shakespeare, genius thoughts pumpin every year MC's know, retire quick rap like Paul Monroe Joe C. Meriweather with blocks on your skin is clever Upright direction, I battle any yeast infection Put missiles to work, my needles in your midsection Hold upright, I burn your anus with the purple light Use up your power, make phone calls for an hour Chorus: Dr. Octagon I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face (4X) {double tempo and fast scratching} {scratching slows and continues to over Keith samples} {Keith samples end song}