Figaro (madlib's Stones Throw 101 Remix) Lyrics - Singles - Madvillain

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd 

The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard 

Take it from the Tec-9 holder 

They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola 

Everything that glitters ain't fishscale 

Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael 

A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack 

Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka 

Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa 

Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa 

Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay 

But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go 

'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em 

Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em 

Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice 

We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist 

Man, please, the stage is made of panties 

From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies 

Ban me the dough rake, daddy 

The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake 

For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man 

He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand 

On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her 

She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster 

A whole host of roller coaster riders 

Not enough tracks (is it?) 

Hot enuff black (for ya) 

It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals 

Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? 

Do not stand still, both show skills 

Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills 

Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill 

Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills 

Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat 

Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet 

Told ya, on some get-rich shit 

As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit 

This is it, make no mistakes 

Where my nigga go? 

Figaro, Figaro 

O's beats and my rhymes attack 

A scary act 

All black like Ms. Mary Mack 

Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano 

DOOM sings soprano like "una duociano" 

My momma told me 

Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E 

Not to be troublesome 

But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum 

No stick of bubble gum 

I like ice cream 

We could skip the weddin' 

Have a nice dream 

She only let him stick the head in