Belize Danger Mouse & Black Thought (Ft. MF DOOM)

[Intro]
Away from you

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep 'em rolling
On they shoulder like the California highway patrolmen
Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden
I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman
I'm still in photos, posed and with my own omen
A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan
It's something like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan
This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters
Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence
I feel as though it's safe to assume that you're the students
And non-congruent to the way that me and DOOM do this
You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps
With rap projects in housing developments
Cool it cross-legged on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's shakin' besides gelatin
News bulletin, I refuse to take the medicine
Fuck a thick skin, I got me a exoskeleton
The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster
Deliver like an obstetrician, but not a doctor
Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords
The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis
Compensated for playing nice, it's optics
Product of The Last Poets and The Watts Prophets
Ahk, stop it, it's beyond out-of-pocket
Donezo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket
Catastrophic, supreme microphoners
In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones
Brothers, both components of the close to coldest
Court holders with bars as hard as Angola's