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Madvillain - Great Day Lyrics




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
Looky 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 pus-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 whoopin' when
You holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish fienda
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 ahem
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 'em, select a date
And bring a deep check, like checkmate
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 micro power he's sound
And right reasoning
It's easy as pi, three-point-one-four
One more one false move and they're done for
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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
Looky 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 pus-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 whoopin' when
You holla at your seniors
Dolla he can overhear the hashish fienda
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 ahem
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 'em, select a date
And bring a deep check, like checkmate
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 micro power he's sound
And right reasoning
It's easy as pi, three-point-one-four
One more one false move and they're done for
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Writer: DANIEL DUMILE THOMPSON, OTIS JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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