Closer

Go with the wind, nothing can help but me
Physically, mentally
Spiritually not nowadays
Madvillain get more spins than
The power plays
These hymns earned him a tower of praise
Wet more Timbs than agua from shower sprays
First dropper to the last
The same way the super got hit's for that ass
Put so much heat out on the street
He lock his self up and
Put the beat on repeat
Stamp here go a kite to the world
It's more nasty than what you
Write your so called girl
Tramp a spade is a spade
Spit blades like V playing with grenades
Say these black negros is crazy
Hey these wack trees don't even phase me
Part of a new race chrome face 24
7 stay screw face play home base

You'll never come closer to where
They want to be
The soldiers in the out field
With or with out a deal
Is it all about the steal
You'll never come closer to where
They want to be
Ask yourself the same question
Don't mention it to him or
Any of his henchmen
This flows style in exceptionally
It grows wild and split's exponentially
Go with the wind, nothing can help but me

MF DOOM, Quas high like sky scrappers
Quasimoto gettin more ass than toilet paper
Who
Astro Black on attack you up on the bozack
Know smarts, lightweight
Bald head like Kojak
Kinda like a wild cat out of his habitat
Tryin to grab the door mat
Close to the combat like willie the Shake
Holdin a black cross ya hat toss
Ya'll niggas up on some skinny dip
Looking at his henny sip
With the lips of pretty chicks
Sucka's tryin to penny flip
Niggas looping any shit
Look at it, I can't win
His will is stoom of it
He out here, and it's down right
He don't get off my back
Jack, what's the matter with y'all
I'm out here with the
Cats putting down dollars

Yo, yo
What's the password, curse word, last word
Huh
It be the fat serve, mass nerve, black bird
You'll never come closer to where
They want to be
Quasimoto down with Madvillian
All up on our shit while
Y'all niggas all be stealin'
You'll never come closer to where
They want to be always on the up and up
Dropping heat for heat
Y'all psychos always fucking up
Never fake, no flake upon flake cake
Break cheddar better than your top
Ten ahead of ya
Go with the wind, nothing can help but me
Look at them cat's and kitties bein' sad
You're hungry ain't you baby?
And the cats say yea
We've been diggin' so hard
What you're putting down
We didn't preface, hey we grooved
Well, we gotta take it easy here
We wouldn't wanna go ahead and
Order up something you might
Not like would we? Nate, said
You put it down, and we'll pick it up
None stop stop singular sound-
And he said stomp upon the terror!
They did, he said lift your miracle to money
The money up, he said lift you up
In your arms with him
He said higher higher higher!