EtheSoul's video: MF Doom-Red And Gold

red and gold from the album Operation:Doomsday! hope you like it! Lyrics: I remember when, last past November when Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland They left him trembling, he was not remembering: Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him" When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling Us to break them off, no reassembling No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse Just don't look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the crips Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail 700 volts holds rap to a standstill Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill And built with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze [And the lights went down and hey!] And I knew it was the last day ... Wig-Twisting Season When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason Mostly with these crimes of treason And you'll be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening From how he's feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick He's the villain with the million dollar voice-throat trick He's like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker's back Couldn't think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack It don't really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple 'Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple 'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self Ain't no average MC ahead of me Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree With nicknames, sick games as Rick James Messy games, sci-fi such as Jesse James Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker Got bagged 'cause of the dirty chick with make-up Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod's earthday All else? Worthless to say [And the lights went down and hey!] That's when I knew it was the first day ... Wig-Twisting Season When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning Mostly with these crimes of treason men And y'all be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening .. It's like a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act I been bent back since my Physical went back Since, Cultured more of my kin And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold To 'round Nimrod's release day And all else? Needless to say Wait a motherfucking minute, true facts presented The names was probably changed just to protect who ain't in it The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4/5ths was converted The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted ... ... Wig-Twisting Season When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating All types of different styles of treason