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TOKYO RAP-PAGE REPORT
I bring the drama from here to futurama
One thousand years, suspended animation
Hooked on cyronics, not a splendid situation
I resented the implication
that im just a cave-man
From a cursed land
Because I can remember RUN DMC first-hand
Back in the day, Old New York,
sardine pizza
and fat lace addidas With the shell-toes
now it’s stepping to Leela and getting a “hell no”
used to be block parties,
Vegas speakers and Melle Mel flows
gold-front skeezers with cooties trying to sell those
now it’s robo-hookers with vacuum cleaners, it’s too ill, though
if shit gets any meaner I’ll fiend fer a padded cell, bro.
everyone got alien feelers,
mutant geezers with Holographic beepers
smoking n-dimensional reefers,
octopus bitches wearing too many sneakers,
the shit is just bucknuts up in hizzere
Locked out of my mother land,
wound up in thi’sother land like Kiefer
Why the fuck I fall into that freezer?
I bring the drama from here to futurama
The Slurm drinker,
the last-man-on-earth defender
The straight-to-your-face plasma beam sender
More ill than Bender . . . And his evil twin put together
Down for whatever
Here’s how we do it
Outdrink any bending unit
Exit the izakaya with a sideways movement
Then go drink some new shit
Stars be blurring milky way be whirling
In space no one can hear you hurling
Fuck Star Trek yall some toy herbs
Your phasers only make me annoyed, word
James T. steps to the kid and I proceed to destroy Kirk
Pass out and wake up with Dr. Zoydberg
Himitsu….
I bring the drama from here to futurama
Thinking all kinds of wrong thoughts
About amy wong’s twat , On bottom or on top
Got my astro schlong hot ...Ready to bust a long shot
Straight into orbit,
because a condom couldn’t absorb it
Then I go talk some more shit,
s/m hardcore shit
The ill skit,
the pimp with the gimp
getting sick with this hostage
With the pump and the whip meticulous bondage
400 knots is how the plot is : ticklish frottage
Plus I got amps with rediculous wattage
Bumping Slayer
from new new york to the ozone layer
Starting a satellite mosh pits
Astronauts in cockpits
Slamming to my rock shit
I has a lot of rockets
Orbiting the earth like a big ole circle pit
You’re trying to be Fifty but wind up on some Urkel shit.
I bring the drama from here to futurama
In full effect with Professor Farnsworth
Using the thing-longer until my arms hurt
The across-the-room button presser,
Lab-coat-with-slipper-wearer, ill Professor
The blow-up-the-planet device tester
The crazy robo-lo-cal-ko-gal-panty dispenser inventorer
Subatomic particle molester
Making quarks turn narc and reveal secrets
This is the real shit man was not meant to know
Forbidden devices, the price is your soul
Alter the lambda constant causing cosmic catastrophes
Concatenation of madness and genius -- my final masterpiece
I crafted these microphones
the device I hold
Has circuitry to turn all your rhymes to gold
Many times I’m told with certainty,
I’m the Tightest stylist, with Midas Mic Control
The force-of-nature tamperer
The human cloner, stolen gene code sampler
The 179 years old incontinent Pamperer
The “What If?” machine asker, the wrinkled skin dangler
Albert Einstein channeler, with the morals of Mengele
I bring the drama from here to futurama
Wack booty rapper hanasanai, urusai, Damare
Don’t be rapping while Futurama play
You’re talking like you so rugged
you go places John Wayne Gacy go
But actually youre getting buggered,
and catching some fellatio
But you can’t taste me, hoe,
I keep my precious bodily fluids
You ain’t a pimp rapper, just a fully-automated lubricated Vacuum Unit
on video I caught you
pantsless sucking off jewels of gay-bot crews,
That toy gangsta shit you spit is Not new
The kind of mess I got to put a Stop to
Want me to Bust a wack rhyme yo “I would prefer not to,”
like Bartleby the Scriviner
The ill rhyme scribbler
eat more curry than nibbler
Don’t need dilithium crystals ; I run on chana masala
Not mel brooks but still a space baller
Then hear the professor holler and scream
Good news everyone, we going to walla-walla 13,
the IZZAkaya planet.
Where the sake is like SIPPING fire,
Where I’m the hard-HITTING kampaiier
But now the situation is dire--
out of booze and throats getting dryer by the nanosecond
man that shit needs correction.
Express Ship, we’re boarding it,
Enter the coordinates,
Inordinate amounts of alcohol and we’re pouring it
Sampling the product, gettin' drunk and insubordinate
Omicrons try to crash the party and thwart our shit,
but Y’all cant come aboard our shit
got the good booze and we’re hoarding it
we should lose this battle, but we’re lucky
Flying so drunkly, their lasers are sure to miss
Cus Leela’s mashed and swerving like a dervish
until we crashed on wallawalla grab the cargo and serve this
delivery, what it be, check out what we brought you
40 tons of nihonshuu and some smirnoff ought to do
but just in case you’re chodou sakenomi
we got some O.E. for the rockin’ homies,
and a crate of Jinro
let it flow,
yo-parau
no one sober now
if you don’t know how to rock the party,
planet express show you how
I bring the drama from here to futurama
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