MADVILLAIN – RHINESTONE COWBOY

Lyrics

"Great stuff"
"Yeah, this is— this is good"
"Great stuff"
"Ahh, Oh yeah"
[Applause]
[MF DOOM]
Hold the cold one like he hold a old gun
Like he hold the microphone and stole the show for fun
Or a foe for ransom, flows is handsome
O's in tandem, anthem, random tantrum
Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry, ask the dumb hottie
Masked, pump-shotty—somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
Watch the droptop papi
Known as the grimy limey, slimy— try me
Blimey! Simply smashing in a fashion that's timely
Madvillain dashing in a beat-rhyme crime spree
We rock the house like rock 'n roll
Got more soul than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
To have the game locked in a cage getting shocked with a pole
Overthrow 'em like throwing Rover a biscuit
A lot of bitches think he's overly chauvinistic
Let go his dick if that's the case
Rats, what a waste there's more cats to chase—
Dogs, he got it like new powers
Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
Had your fam saying, "Please make me a dub"
Well, since you ask kindly
Where he been behind the mask, who can't find me?
You're blind, in the wine zone, leave your mind blown
When he shine with the 9, he's a rhinestone...
Cowboy
[Applause]
[MF DOOM]
No no no no enough
[MF DOOM]
Goony goo goo, loony cuckoo
Like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Revue, but who knew
The mask had a loose screw? Hell, could hardly tell
Had to tighten it up like the Drells and Archie Bell
It speaks well of the hyper base
Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
At least a track list in bold print typeface
Stopped for a year
Come back with thumb tacks, pop full of beer
We're hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
He's in it for the quiche
You might as well not ask him for no free shit, capiche?
Oh, my aching hands
From raking in grands and breaking in mic stands
Villain—his smile stuns ya chick
While he put himself in your shoes run ya kicks
You heard it on the radio, tape it
Play it in your stereo, your crew'll go apeshit
Raw lyrics—he smells 'em like a hunch
The same intuition that tells him "spike the punch"
Curses, he's truly the worsest
With enough rhymes to spread throughout the boundless universes
Let the beat blast, she told him wear the mask
He said you bet your sweet ass
It's made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind, he's the rhinestone cowboy
[Applause]
"Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent"
"Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day"
"Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come"
The villains"
[Applause]

Paroles (Traduction)

"Super truc"
"Oui, c'est bon"
"Super truc"
"Ah, oh ouais"
[Applaudissements]
[MF DOOM]
Tiens le froid comme il tient un vieux pistolet
Comme il tient le microphone et vole le spectacle pour s'amuser
Ou un ennemi pour une rançon, les flows sont beaux
Des O en tandem, un hymne, une crise aléatoire
Phantom du Grand Ole Opry, demande à la bimbo idiote
Masqué, pompe à fusil—quelqu'un m'arrête
À peine bâclé sur une copie dure
Après avoir animé des fêtes, il partait dans une guimbarde
Regarde le papi décapotable
Connu comme le limey crasseux, visqueux—essaie-moi
Nom d'une pipe! Simplement épatant avec un style à point nommé
Madvillain se précipitant dans une frénésie de crime rythmé
Nous secouons la maison comme du rock 'n roll
Avons plus d'âme qu'une chaussette trouée
Mettre en scène avec un objectif
Avoir le jeu enfermé dans une cage et choqué par un poteau
Les renverser comme si on lançait un biscuit à Rover
Beaucoup de nanas pensent qu'il est trop chauviniste
Lâche sa bite si c'est le cas
Rats, quelle perte, il y a plus de chats à chasser—
Chiens, il l'a comme de nouveaux pouvoirs
S'est réveillé, a écrit et craché le truc en quelques heures
Pfiou! Déchaîné depuis le club de chants
Ta famille disait, "S'il te plaît, fais-moi une copie"
Bon, puisque tu demandes gentiment
Où a-t-il été derrière le masque, qui ne peut pas me trouver?
Tu es aveugle, dans la zone du vin, laisse ton esprit soufflé
Quand il brille avec le 9, il est en strass...
Cowboy
[Applaudissements]
[MF DO

Thématique Cowboy

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Cowboy, Sample

Entités normées Glen Campbell, Madlib, Madvillain, Markko Polo Adventurers, MF Doom