Great Day Today Lyrics - Singles - Madvillain

It never really mattered too much to me 

That I was just too damn old to emcee 

All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill 

Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby 

Looks like it's gonna be a great day today 

To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway 

Hey you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light 

Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight 

Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear 

Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year 

The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list 

Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist 

DOOM, are you pondering what I'm pondering? 

Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? 

She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling 

My posse's on Broadway like Mama I Want to Sing 

Mad plays the bass like the race card 

Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred 

Groovy, dude! Not to prove to be rude 

But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food 

Uh, what is jalapeños? 

Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors 

Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena 

He just came from over there, the grass is greener 

Last wish: I wish I had two more wishes 

And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there's mad glitches 

Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches 

One thing this party could use is more... booze 

Put yourself in your own shoes 

And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don't use 

He only keep 'em to decorate 

If you wanna peep him, select a date 

And bring a deep check, like "Check, mate" 

I kid you not, on the dotted line signed 

Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein 

On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine 

But not quite the type that you might want to wine and dine 

Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick 

This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick 

On second thought, it's too thick 

His assistant said: "Doom, you sick," he said "True" through acoustics 

Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning 

With micropower he's sound and right reasoning 

It's easy as pi, 3.14 

One more one false move and they're done for