Accordion (Explicit)
Madvillain, Madlib, MF Doom"Accordion (Explicit)" is a song by Madvillain, Madlib, MF Doom, released in 2004 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:46 long and contains 48 lines and 290 words.
Lyrics
0:19Living off borrowed time the clock tick faster
0:22That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
0:24Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
0:27A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
0:29I-C-E cold nice to be old
0:32Y2G stee twice to threefold
0:34He sold scrolls lo and behold
0:37Know who's the illest ever
0:38Like the greatest story told
0:39Keep your glory gold and glitter
0:41For half half of his niggas'll
0:43Take him out the picture
0:44The other half is rich and
0:45It don't mean shit-ta
0:46Villain a mixture between
0:48Both with a twist of liquor
0:49Chase it with more beer
0:50Taste it like truth or dare
0:51When he have the mic
0:52It's like the place get like
0:54Aw yeah
0:55It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
0:56Just keep ya eye out like
0:58Aye aye captain
0:59Is he still a fly guy clapping
1:01If nobody ain't hear it
1:02And can they testify from inner spirit
1:05In living the true Gods
1:06Giving y'all nothing but
1:08The lick like two broads
1:09Got more lyrics than the church got
1:11Ooh Lords
1:11And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
1:14Or even one with two blades on it
1:16Hey you don't touch the mic like it's
1:18AIDS on it
1:20It's like the end to the means
1:21F**ked type of message that sends to the fiends
1:25That's why he brings his own needles
1:26And get more cheese than Doritos
1:28Cheetos or Fritos
1:30Slip like Freudian
1:31Your first and last step to playing
1:32Yourself like accordion
1:39When he at the mic you don't go next
1:41Leaving p***y cats like why hoes need Kotex
1:44Exercise index won't need Bowflex
1:46And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex
Living off borrowed time the clock tick faster That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster I-C-E cold nice to be old Y2G stee twice to threefold He sold scrolls lo and behold Know who's the illest ever Like the greatest story told Keep your glory gold and glitter For half half of his niggas'll Take him out the picture The other half is rich and It don't mean shit-ta Villain a mixture between Both with a twist of liquor Chase it with more beer Taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic It's like the place get like Aw yeah It's like they know what's 'bout to happen Just keep ya eye out like Aye aye captain Is he still a fly guy clapping If nobody ain't hear it And can they testify from inner spirit In living the true Gods Giving y'all nothing but The lick like two broads Got more lyrics than the church got Ooh Lords And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords Or even one with two blades on it Hey you don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it It's like the end to the means F**ked type of message that sends to the fiends That's why he brings his own needles And get more cheese than Doritos Cheetos or Fritos Slip like Freudian Your first and last step to playing Yourself like accordion When he at the mic you don't go next Leaving p***y cats like why hoes need Kotex Exercise index won't need Bowflex And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex
Translation
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