Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why is she Black Debbie? No, not in a bad way It's just to tell them apart because she's black True, Doom rolled on through
she "Black" Debbie? [Stormy] No, not in a BAAAD way It's just to tell them apart because she's... black! [MF Doom] True, Doom rolled on through with
Vertaling: Gevaar Doom. Geen name.
Vertaling: Gevaar Doom. No Name (Black Debbie).
Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with The moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for
sound is in tune You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. doom You say doctor who? *echoed* I tell you, my symphony is you and your crew It's the danger dome
of corruption. * Military acts are bathed in those gory tales. Tired Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name. Pious virgins in desire
"Things take a turn for the worse" "Send him back where he came from" "We got shots fired down the street" [Doom] Ba-di-yahhhh... "Alright, steady"
't go there Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger Why everybody always pickin' on danger and doom?
toupee, the male pattern anime herald A good laugh like the walk to the bank Not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog Danger Doom it's
dude Whether you's a rapper or dang sanger Once you in the zone only, one way out like a gang banger With a new crew key chain and street name What
I craft, is harder than Chinese math Plus I lay you down for standing on Dangerous Ground [Chorus: Keith Murray, 50 Grand (with variations)] Aiyyo you're standing on Dangerous
and two mic rhymes Be them average MC's of the times Unlike them, we craft gems So systematically inclined to pen lines Without sayin' a producer's name
of cipher An unknown, forgotten language You decipher it as a name but don't know it welcomes you to death You are damned... Many dangers have wounded
for standin' on dangerous ground Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds I said you're standin' on dangerous
in shreds C#7 b And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead E a But I'd never curse their names E a Oh, who am I to blame
in days of old Men were fierce but none so bold Called him crazy and insane But none dare take his name in vain Carved in stone soon death prevails Dangerous
