[Intro: Kurious]

131 years, savage generation

One recipe enough said

Jack Daniel's old number 7B

Quality, Tennessee, sour-mash whiskey

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]

Ooh, so many flows

Shit goes, so many ways down and below

20-10 thousand leagues under the sea

Motherfuckers never know it was me

Oh, that nigga' flew so many flows

It's like so many fly colors on the hoe toes

Goddammit, the motherfucker rule whole planet

Give me two times, cut no shit, nah, fuck it

I'm coming through kicked the bucket one day

Motherfuckers never see a nigga parlay

Like, lay in the cut like he never knew

Motherfucker, Super Villain

And who the fuck is you? Ooh

[Interlude: Kurious & MF DOOM]

One two, one two

In order to make a jam, kid

We got to get it back up in the zone

Mad shit the way we be spittin, when the writing shit is on

I'm fuckin' it up 'cause right now

See I'mma be serious my next verse, I'ma just be serious (Yeah)

I be starting to laugh, that's my problem

That's my problem too, my shit sound like on some funny shit

You know what's hot? The way we keep talking

I'm taking off the headphones to talk to you

But it's dope, cause we talkin' and still doin' it to the music

So wait, then the beat's too loud?

I keep the beats kinda low, like this and shit

No, nah I don't the levels are fucked up

Oh you mean to keep the tone down?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, kinda like riding like right there, right there, be like yo—

The sound facts on the whole situation is—

Good things

Nope-a nope, nope

[Verse 2: MF DOOM & Kurious]

He cleans his metal mask with gasoline, they after him

Last seen pulling a chick like a fiend pull a fast one

Can't put shit past him

Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him (Blatt)

Retarded in real life, on the mic, Rain Man

Stand close to his main man like a chain gang

Who give a fuck about who, or they fancy crew

That's no mystery what Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew

Sorta with her drawers down quarter

The extorter bring slaughter like "Well I oughta"

I suggest you hand over the formula, 'dullah

A villain in your land, in his land, a ruler

Hard-hitting like puffin' a woola with Lieutenant Uhura

Every day feel like it's an off-day, with Ferris Bueller

Brother pull heat to prove they not sweet

No matter how you spell it, we still got beats (Uh)

[Verse 3: Kurious & MF DOOM]

People question how we live, question, what we give

Take it to the next leave 'em where they can't see me

Still they judge, but they be butt ass

Twist that wig like a muppet, keep it simple, can't trus' it

Light's the fuel, mic is the tool

Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel, finish what I start

Mastered the art, living hell can't explain it

Inhale confuse it more, cop the .44

Contemplate, meditate, dictate

I direct my direct fate, comin' of late

Kurious, can I say shit?

Do it for cutter Roc, do it for K. Nit (RIP)

K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C

(Eternally for M-I-C)

Only we save we

[Interlude: MF DOOM & Kurious]

Yeah, this ain't that rage in public (Word up)

All ya'll punk motherfuckers get schooled, slammed on sight

[Verse 4: MF DOOM & Kurious]

By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out

Mostly from experience, shit that I learned about

Topics and views, generally concerned about

With different ways to come up and earn clout

I take a look at my life and pace the trails

From Tablik and savage females with fake nails to face veils

You out your frame but still bagging 'em too

You know I know, these hoes be asking me if I'm you

Like my twin brother, we did everything together

From hundred raka'at salats to copping butter leathers

Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys

I had all the different color Cazals and Gazelles

The "SUBROC" three-finger ring with the ruby in the "O", ock

Truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block

I keep a flick of you with the machete-sword in your hand

Everything is going according to plan, man