Say My Name
Goodness gracious, Say My Name!
BLAQKNOIZ
June Skinnyblak on the beat
The Thought on two feet
I'm here to commandeer your rocket ship, land it on a planet
You've never seen, feed your fear to help you plan it
Give you lean to make you stop it, no speaking man to man
It's taking orders, play catch, drop it, tweaking get you panned
Shit, that's the portrait painted to help you hold your hope
Think you control your orbit? Ha!... nope
Patrol your inner consciousness, to push you off the rope
Then finish with provision of the vision, just to give you scope
I'm here to hijack your plane, crash it through a bank
To show you where your money been, make the robbers walk the plank
Let you film them as they drown, to boost up your morale
Then explain you probability, with Einstein and Pascal
Demonstrate your value, or rather your lack thereof
Watch the dunce cap fit you better than OJ Simpson's glove
Just as you might falter, I'll feed conspiracies and Christ
Take your trust from others, let you forgive what you like
I'm here to steal your car, keep you locked in the trunk
Drive you to the desert, hot-boxing some blunts
Use your credit card in Vegas, sell your orifice for mescaline
Make you take a hit, or twenty, lock you in the loony bin
Let you get your treatment, running up your tab
I'll even visit on the frequent, help you budget for your slab
And just when you've forgiven me, I'll do it all again
Cause you missed the lesson, if you thought we were friends (stupid!)
I'm here to strip you of your armaments, dining on your freedoms
Then animate your monuments, to make em have a threesome
Film the shit from tons of angles, post that shit online
Win an Oscar for my editing, and disregard the crime
Bring you back a contract next year to make a sequel
Wrap up the shoot, then backtrack, and do it super legal
Make the pressure on you lethal, then offer you the carrot
Make your ass a franchise, as long as you can grin and bear it
I'm here to steal your traditions, fold them into my religion
Sacrifice your holy cow to elevate my fiction
Feed it to your culture at the threat of being killed
Starving your apprentices, enslaving all your skilled
Heal you with some pills, flood your Village to sell you some gills
If you late on your bills, we'll make you run for the hills
Then we'll douse the mounds in gasoline, just to smoke you out
Demonstrate the price you pay for fucking with my clout
So say my name! (Say It!)
Goodness Gracious, same my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
You just gotta say my name! (Say It!)
Now say my name! (Say It!)
I double dare you, say my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
You just need to say my name!
I'm here to introduce your future spouse, sell you two a house
Fill it with your children, three stitches on your mouth (shhhh)
Make you pick a school, make you pick a church
Give the youngest a tumor and make you pick a hearse
Give the oldest to the military, middle to the drugs
Bill you by the hour for licensed therapeutic hugs
Foreclosing on your house when the ends ain't meet
Pretend that I don't recognize you begging on the street
I'm here to fuck your mother, pay for the abortion
Rinse you out the gene pool before your last name in proportion
Settle on the lands you should have carried the torch in
Fuck her again, and kill her just to leave your brother an orphan
Growing foreign plants just to toxify the soil
So none of his descendants can rectify to be royal
Turn up the heat, let him settle in the water as it boils
Whoever did the suffering, it's me who reaps the spoils
So say my name! (Say It!)
Goodness Gracious, same my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
You just gotta say my name! (Say It!)
Now say my name! (Say It!)
I double dare you, say my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
Say my motherfucking name
(There's no end
Seems like it will never end
Never, end)
BLAQKNOIZ
June Skinnyblak on the beat
The Thought on two feet
I'm here to commandeer your rocket ship, land it on a planet
You've never seen, feed your fear to help you plan it
Give you lean to make you stop it, no speaking man to man
It's taking orders, play catch, drop it, tweaking get you panned
Shit, that's the portrait painted to help you hold your hope
Think you control your orbit? Ha!... nope
Patrol your inner consciousness, to push you off the rope
Then finish with provision of the vision, just to give you scope
I'm here to hijack your plane, crash it through a bank
To show you where your money been, make the robbers walk the plank
Let you film them as they drown, to boost up your morale
Then explain you probability, with Einstein and Pascal
Demonstrate your value, or rather your lack thereof
Watch the dunce cap fit you better than OJ Simpson's glove
Just as you might falter, I'll feed conspiracies and Christ
Take your trust from others, let you forgive what you like
I'm here to steal your car, keep you locked in the trunk
Drive you to the desert, hot-boxing some blunts
Use your credit card in Vegas, sell your orifice for mescaline
Make you take a hit, or twenty, lock you in the loony bin
Let you get your treatment, running up your tab
I'll even visit on the frequent, help you budget for your slab
And just when you've forgiven me, I'll do it all again
Cause you missed the lesson, if you thought we were friends (stupid!)
I'm here to strip you of your armaments, dining on your freedoms
Then animate your monuments, to make em have a threesome
Film the shit from tons of angles, post that shit online
Win an Oscar for my editing, and disregard the crime
Bring you back a contract next year to make a sequel
Wrap up the shoot, then backtrack, and do it super legal
Make the pressure on you lethal, then offer you the carrot
Make your ass a franchise, as long as you can grin and bear it
I'm here to steal your traditions, fold them into my religion
Sacrifice your holy cow to elevate my fiction
Feed it to your culture at the threat of being killed
Starving your apprentices, enslaving all your skilled
Heal you with some pills, flood your Village to sell you some gills
If you late on your bills, we'll make you run for the hills
Then we'll douse the mounds in gasoline, just to smoke you out
Demonstrate the price you pay for fucking with my clout
So say my name! (Say It!)
Goodness Gracious, same my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
You just gotta say my name! (Say It!)
Now say my name! (Say It!)
I double dare you, say my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
You just need to say my name!
I'm here to introduce your future spouse, sell you two a house
Fill it with your children, three stitches on your mouth (shhhh)
Make you pick a school, make you pick a church
Give the youngest a tumor and make you pick a hearse
Give the oldest to the military, middle to the drugs
Bill you by the hour for licensed therapeutic hugs
Foreclosing on your house when the ends ain't meet
Pretend that I don't recognize you begging on the street
I'm here to fuck your mother, pay for the abortion
Rinse you out the gene pool before your last name in proportion
Settle on the lands you should have carried the torch in
Fuck her again, and kill her just to leave your brother an orphan
Growing foreign plants just to toxify the soil
So none of his descendants can rectify to be royal
Turn up the heat, let him settle in the water as it boils
Whoever did the suffering, it's me who reaps the spoils
So say my name! (Say It!)
Goodness Gracious, same my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
You just gotta say my name! (Say It!)
Now say my name! (Say It!)
I double dare you, say my name! (Say It!)
If you got a problem with my game
Say my motherfucking name
(There's no end
Seems like it will never end
Never, end)
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Mabie
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- The Thought (Remastered)
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