Who You Think I Am? Lyrics - Operation: Doomsday - Mf Doom

Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? 

...When I rock, jock niggaz in shellshock 

Don't watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock 

I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop 

Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop 

I hold heat, never forget what niggaz told me they showed me 

Other emcees trying to fold me they owe me 

Yo plus them niggaz mad slow gee 

I got my "Get U Now" so I'm comin with my homie 

Here's the plan: stick 'em up, I enter, through the window 

Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo 

Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though 

Yeah but thats the reason I dont really like to lend dough 

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From the corners cylindrical triangle hats 

As dutch lyrics precise life wring dem from science 

Leave you entangled for months 

Tryin to figure who done it, you fronted 

Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way 

Some saw the light comin in, they shunned it 

For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death 

The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath 

These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic 

Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec 

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Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be 

A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached 

I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take em 

Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes 

Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we? rosses? 

Rock away boulevard, got love and? knoxus? 

Bout five cops today, my rock away 

Niggaz and rock rage, got paid 

A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the? lobses? 

I suggest I should dress proper 

Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch 

I got a lotta love, with no strings attached 

Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty 

Times, times, times, too many 

Sparked up and chat, you keep countin 

I do my thing, jealous niggaz keep doubtin 

Rock 'n' roll, lock 'n' load 

Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold 

In they tracks an take all they? jipsuses? 

All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses 

Give 'em a credit, not debt it 

We just flipped the calistetic 

Toss the andy pettitte, you said it 

We grandslam in the never boss stand 

Any pussy emcee's we abandon 

Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag 

With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged 

Egads! I bring confusion like roll call 

To emcees so-called, hoes be like "yup I told y'all" 

So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive 

Memorize like I-omega zip drive 

Go to the bar to drink to get soberer 

King Ghidra eat the head of a king cobra like king koba 

Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat 

So sweet, roll deep but no beef 

Those that doze deep, close sheets 

Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece 

Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete 

Parallel to body til the next male 

Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale 

Smell the blood bath a slugs caught 

Slugs passed and bloodsport 

Bugged laugh, a bugged thought 

Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker 

Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera 

Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbocher 

Get you, got you, shot the two L's without the proper 

For the? abus? knocker 

Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper 

Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker 

Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick 

For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (Bow!) 

Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be 

True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached 

I wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back