MC Lars - Rapbeth (Foul Is Fair) Lyrics
Sometimes Shakespeare's over done.His constant sadness is no fun.The comic relief's the best partFans just can't wait for it to start.The pain inside Macbeth is clear-It seems to bring a heavy tear.The story's tragic, most the time...Who needs free verse when you've got rhymes?What's hip from Macbeth, you say?Comic relief, on any day!And so we'll take the funny partsAnd understand just where they start.We'll take the rhymes that stick out most.And loop them twice (so not to boast).We've got this sound for MTV,We introduce the Witches Three.Thrice the A-flat chord has rung.Thrice, and once the symbol chimed.Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time."Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time."Round about the record goes;Into which our lyrics go.Bass line which did like (we not)Did not go into our pot.CHORUSDouble, double, toil and trouble.Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.Fair is foul, and foul is fair;We must warn you, Macbeth, beware.I never wanted to be a witch,Casting spells gives me an itch.I'm allergic to my catAnd this black robe makes me look fat.Bringing apparitions isNot really the type of bis.I want to be in for good.I would quit, if I could.But saying that "I'm out of here,"Is not something that people hear.So we're stuck here for a few more years.Never mind Hectate's jeers.REPEAT CHORUSDon't tell me what you want(Want you really really want),Macbeth, if you want to get ahead.Try to stay away form murderAnd be happy with your powerIf you want to get to act six keeping your head.We know that power is badWhen it makes all of yourLoved ones sad (so sad)We guess Malcolm won't be too gladWhen he sees what you did to his dad.REPEAT CHORUSMacbeth:If it were done when 'tis done,then 'twere wellIf were done quickly.And so now I ponder about killingthis guy and inheriting even more power.And so, if I do do these evil deeds,I will probably sufferhorribly, as we all know theimportance of karma.And power corrupts, obviously,so I am determined, I guessto stay away from slaying Duncan,and stick to living a peaceful life.But wait...Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand?Come, let me clutch thee,and in doing so, I will kill Duncan.My strange and self-abuseIs the initiate fear that wants hard use.We are yet but young in deed,We are yet but young in deed.REPEAT CHORUSThe moral of this story is-lighten up and try to giveA new perspective to your life,It's not all darkness pain and strifeDon't caught up in superstitionor swallowed by old tradition,Thesbians would be completershouting "Macbeth" in the theatre.
