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Moriarty Lyrics by Million Dollar Idea

Million Dollar Idea Presents: Their Million Dollar Album

2014

[Intro: 6DB]
I think I fixed the problem boys, victory!
[Verse 1: Fizziq AKA Positivity]
Private Island with a volcano on it
Cyanide pills in your food makes you vomit
Brain capacity twice that of a regular human
The global order's imminent demise is looming
Made and grown in a test tube like the bastard child of Frankenstein
Hand crafted with skill, intelligence, care, and time
But at the end of the day only one thing matters
Do my plots and plans put me one rung above you on the ladder
Of the corrupt and convoluted system you designed
Once the targeting system of my doomsday device is armed and primed
It'll be the end of times
So say your prayers one and all
The catechism of your impending fall
Was written in your own blood, sweat, and tears
Of the fears and jeers of a society built on false flag
Reminiscent of Babel before the fall
A million languages spoken, no one to understand them all
Ungrounded and ruthless in your pursuit Of a two-faced society like the wolfman hirsute
My doomsday device is a machine without cogs
Without wires or gears, In its immortal name we rule
And that name is "Mob"
[Verse 2: Jerk Tasty "The Beauty Queen"]
Suit of armor, like Vader, got lasers, I'm losing my mind
I don't remember a single day since 1999
Y2K fried my redundant computer brain
That's why I come at you again and again
Maybe I'm more man than machine I keep my mind clean
I'm a fucking machine if you know what I mean
The earth trembles when I get on my flex
I got vocal finesse, I'm the best, I'ma think you to death
Straight grinning, I'm spinning you head over heels
Your fucking ideals I don't subscribe to spinning their wheels
And they can't get no traction
You're a fucking reaction, can't put your thoughts into action
I'm the ultimate expression of practicality
Kamikaze, I'll kill myself just to see
That I'm gonna end your life
Don't give a fuck if I live or I die
What, because it's a comeback?
Beauty queen on the mic, yeah you know that
Young jerk throwing haymaker punches
Junk squad on the playground stealing your lunches
I never even need a piece
One word from me and you'll leave in defeat
Cause I'm the greatest and you'll never see me coming
We're the greatest and you'll never see us coming
[Verse 3: Stan]
Hey yo I slide into the cypher like a python
I'll slice and dice you like a Scyther to a fucking Porygon
Herringbone, with the links and the minks
And my neck so exquisite, I be stunting like the sphinx
And that's some pyramid shit, top secret hit list
Diamond bezel on the Rollie you gone wanna covet this
Ladies always asking if I run with Illuminati
Before we getting naughty up in the Buggati
Young and privileged, doing so much business
Giving tip, killing it, Franklins yeah we stack that shit
I got so many sources, they wanna know the source is
I wish they'd take a break and we could all live in some ignant bliss, man
[Verse 4: Dr. Colossus]
The doctor got a PHD, in straight murdering
Prescription is the THC, I’m straight burning em
Strapped against the TNT, your blood’s curdling
Firing off the 303, the action is affirming
I was born in the gulag, raised off of 2Pac
Everyday I stay up slanging, pushing rocks I need a U-Haul
Everyday I stay up stacking paper taller than the Eiffel
Everyday my table whiter than a motherfucking narwhal
And I ball John Wall, got snow like St. Paul, shit on y’all like seagulls
Ball like John Wall, snow like St. Paul, shit on y’all like seagulls
Collossiconaclast, Collossipocalypse, all-knowing, omnipresent, ominous
The rap Indrid Cold, cuz I got alien flow, homie my third eye open got a golden soul
I’m green brick laying, green making, green chasing, green
Blazing, king slaying, better watch the throne
And if you can’t visualize your devised demise
Let my words paint the picture, Jean-Leon Gerome
I'm mad villainous
[Verse 5: Stan]
You know it, Stan ships crack rocks so good, and no I won't stop
And you can take that to the bank, but I don't partake, smoke so dank
These nugs done stank, I mix with drank, and my breath so rank while I'm chased by skanks
And my whips a tank so y'all will see me, got a villa in the Alps when y'all Swiss cheesed me
Off, but either way I'm getting paid
And still praying to the Birdman so I'm always getting saved
And yo I'm never cleanly shaved, man I'm far too rustic
But when my crib gets dirty, call my maid over to dust it
Junk Squad don't give a fuck about your bullshit
We V.I.P. all night so that's how you know we on it
This room full of dimes and I just pray they all legal
And I recycle my lyrics, man, this shit is so regal
You looking pretty feeble, rap game Smeagol
Dry like Tostitos, we the rap game Beatles
Let me say that one more time
Hey yo you dry like Tostitos, we the rap game motherfucking Beatles
[Verse 6: Jay Z Jr.]
The villains back, prepared to sling a dime sack
The type that say you're never gonna catch me on a hype track
Homie don't fight back, bitches don't like that
Catch me in the trap getting light with a Buddha sack
Taking a power nap, the days aren't long enough
If I'm still awake rolling a J up with the stronger stuff
I'd be a baller but I never grew up tall enough
I'd be a baller but I never grew up tall enough
Get 'em! Call me Ash Ketchum
The type to play your grandmas in Scrabble and then contest them
The type to Pokebattle your ass and prolapse your rectum
The type to get drunk, addled and shatter my own perception
Real rappers write a verse and rehearse it a thousand times
Real rappers write a verse and they never die
They never die
[Chorus]
Junk Squad's in the motherfucking building
So get your hands to the motherfucking ceiling
New World Order mission we fulfilling
So put your hands on the motherfucking ceiling
Junk Squad's in the motherfucking building
So get your hands to the motherfucking ceiling
New World Order mission we fulfilling
So put your hands on the motherfucking ceiling
Junk Squad's in the motherfucking building
So get your hands to the motherfucking ceiling
New World Order mission we fulfilling
So put your hands on the motherfucking ceiling
Junk Squad's in the motherfucking building
So get your hands to the motherfucking ceiling
New World Order mission we fulfilling
So put your hands on the motherfucking ceiling

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