Dr Octagon - Real Raw Lyrics
* these lyrics appear on the bulk recordings reissue on dreamworks{kool keith samples are scratched and repeated}[dr. octagon]With yellow eyes, my green face, my pink and white afroIm no toy kid, your style is made by hasbroGniff gnapp, you think you got that real hip-hopI saw the chart so quickly, watched your album flopIm doctor octo, curlin waste, tourin rhinosLiftin horses, throwin cows at your fake forcesYou know my gold style, rabbit fur coat styleYou be freezin with the flu watch you keep sneezinLike breezly brewin, your style ima have to ruinChop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practiceYou be there, like michael jackson in my atmosphereGerbils for rectums, I break you off like richard gereIm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plasticCompelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shieldNew york city, california, roll my ampex reelNo corny loops and assemble with timberland bootsIm strictly monster with turtlenecks like frankensteinDrop that mic kid, you lost, so that ass is mineChorus: dr. octagonI 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 aliasFifty-five-six computer tracks on your ass cracksTherapy patient ignored your rhymes in the train stationYou dont want none, the vomits on your cinnamon bunYou still rappin in the city talkin pig latinIn fact you no test, you tired man, wont you rest?Take that sleep with nodoz, that common style is cheapYou bought your mic cord, payola scams the billboardSlots thats not hot you settle for the nuts you gotRecord releases, your crew is wack like chocolate reesesUrine stains are spread out, fly colours on your brainsYou beware, orangutangs tappin on your windowBulls and coyotes, while roaches walk around your poodleLike shakespeare, genius thoughts pumpin every yearMcs know, retire quick rap like ? ? ? ?Josie merriweather with blocks on your skin is cleverUpright direction, I battle any yeast infectionPut missiles to work, my needles in your midsectionHold upright, I burn your anus with the purple lightUse up your power, make phone calls for an hourChorus: dr. octagonI 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}
