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Verse 1 (The Great Gatzby)

M.C. Double Gees, The Great Gatz
A-K-A T-H-E G-A-T... to the Zeezy
then it's Breezy and blap! — and oh yeah, Yeezy
Now all these lazy emcees resting on they laurels,
they grab a couple beats but can't get no referrals,
probably had raw shit in the days of Urkel.
Did I do that, or have they been drawing circles?
Now we up to 3D graphing cubes and shit,
playing P-S-3 D-L-Cs, as we please,
shooting skag til they fuckin' bleed,
man, these dangerous MCs need to try and push me
Cause I push back harder,
spit hotter rhymes and I shoot gatz farther,
break brittle spines and I'm way more smarter,
got more damn soul than a podiatrist's office

Verse 2 (MC Zombie)

Stand back, bitches and ho's
My lack of soul don't mean I can't roll
With the king of the zombies, Capital Z
It's me, MC, You see? I think,
I caught it from the greatest of Gatzbys.
Blat, blat, blat and a rat-a-tat-tat.
You keep gunning us down, but we keep coming back.
Yes, my chest's a hole, I must confess,
But if I had a soul, it would be well dressed.
'Cause that's me, MC Zombie, know what I mean?
I may be bloody and gruesome, but I still have that sheen.
Ding dong, the witch is dead.
It's all in your head.
There's not much there, well, that's what she said.
When it pours it rains, and it's raining on you.
I'll drink up your brains like they're Campbell's soup.
Possibilities, yeah, that's what I'm all about.
Sit back there and hear the mad scientist start to shout.

Verse 3 (E=MC Alien Invasionz)

Straight outta T-L-H, the 8-5-0,
I'm the mad scientist that's gonna steal the show
With rhymes like these you don't need equations
E to the MC alien invasions
On the mic, I'm crossing all your x and y axes,
Only three things for sure: You a chump! Death, and taxes!
Step to me, and you better bring your rhymebook
I'm flippin' flap-jack rhymes like a short-order rap cook!
If you need further proof, just check my passport
I come from the land of kicking your ass, Short
Round is my boy in the Temple of Doom,
All I wanna do, zooma zoom zoom zoom and a doom and gloom!
You think you got swag, well, parlez-vous Français?
I got more soul than the fuckin' Musee d'Orsay!

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from These Gnarly Beasts, released April 23, 2010
Written and recorded by These Gnarly Beasts. Vocals by Justin De La Cruz, Matthew Campbell, and Andrew Burgess

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