Doomsday chords and lyrics - MF DOOM, PEBBLES THE INVISIBLE GIRL

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[Intro 1]
Mic [Am]check
[Am][Em][Am][Em]
When [Am]I was led to yo[Em]u
I [Am]knew you were the [Em]one for me
Come through, dig the sound
I [Am]swear the whole [Em]world could do you
[Am]MC Crowd a[Em]round

[Verse 1]
I [Am]used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop
[Em]Hold mics like pony tails tight and bob a lot
[Am]Stop and stick around,
come through and dig the sound
Of the [Em]fly brown 6-0 sicko psycho
who throws his dick around
[Am]Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap
[Em]It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
[Am]Femstat cats get kidnapped
Then release a [Em]statement to the press,
let the rest know who did that
[Am]Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility
[Em]Broken household name
usually said in hostili[Am]ty
Um... what is MF?
You silly
I'd [Em]like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'
[Am]"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!"
That's a audio daily double
[Em]Rappers need to fall off just
to save me the trouble, yo
[Am]Watch your own back came in
and go out alone, black
[Em]Stay in the zone—turn H2O to Cognac

[Chorus 1]
[Am]On Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til I'm [Em]back where my brother went,
that's what my tomb will say
[Am]Right above my government; Dumile
[Em]Either unmarked or engraved, hey,
who's to say?

[Verse 2]
I [Am]wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
[Em]If you don't believe me,
go get bagged and check then
[Am]Cell number seventeen,
up under the top bunk
I [Em]say this not to be mean,
wish bad luck or pop junk
[Am]Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk,
leave him left scraped
[Em]God forbid, if there ain't no escape,
blame MF tape
[Am]Definition "super-villain":
a killer who love children
[Em]One who is well-skilled in destruction
as well as building
[Am]While Sidney Sheldon teaches
the trife to be trifer
I'm [Em]trading science fiction
with my man the live lifer
A [Am]pied piper holler a rhyme,
a dollar and a dime
[Em]Do his thing,
ring around the white collar crime
Get [Am]out my face,
askin' ‘bout my case, need toothpaste
[Em]Fresher mint,
monkey-style nigga get mentadent
And [Am]dope fiends still in they teens,
shook niggas turn [Em]witness
Real mens mind their own business
[Am]That's the difference between
sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
[Em]How come I hold the
microphone double-clutch
[Am]C.O.'s make rounds, never have ‘ox found
On [Em]shakedown, lock-down,

[Chorus 2]
wet dreams of Fox' Brown
[Am]On Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til I'm [Em]back where my brother went,
that's what my tomb will say
[Am]Right above my government; Dumile
[Em]Either unmarked or engraved, hey,

[Verse 3]
who's to say?
[Em]Doomsday, ever since the womb
‘Til I'm back to the essence,
read it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave,
who's to say?
Pass the mic like
"Pass the peas like they used to say"
Some M-er F-ers don't like how
Sally walk I'll tell y'all fools
it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere
with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipplin' tip
of nipples metal fang
Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow
without no talking orangutans
Only gin and Tang Guzzled out a rusty tin can,
me and this mic is like yin and yang
[Am]Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth
[Em]It's like me holding up the line
at the kissing booth
[Am]I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth
[Em]Spittin' all out the sunroof,
through her missing tooth
[Am]But then she has a sexy voice,
sound like Jazzy Joyce
[Em]So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife
[Am]Strong enough to please a wife
Able to [Em]drop today's math in the 48 keys of life
[Am]Cut the crap far as rap
Touch the mic, [Em]get the same thing a
Arab will do to you for stealing
[Am]What the Devil? He's on another level
It's [Em]a word! No, a name! MF - the Super-Villain!

[Outro 1]
[Am][Em]
[Am]Doomsday[Em]
[Am][Em]
To dig the [Am]sound
Crowd [Em]around[Am][Em]
[Am][Em]
When [Am]I was led to yo[Em]u
I [Am]knew you were the [Em]one for me
[Fade out]