MF DOOM, Ghostface Killah – Angelz

Lyrics

[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, seven o'clock Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
And this is Tony's Angels, aiyyo
[Ghostface Killah]
It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover agents, far beyond narcs
Amazed by their beauty marks, Wonder Woman bracelets
Knee-high boots that was made by Clarks
My dick got hard at how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid as if
I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low cause my face was woofin'
My Angels jetted out of Albee Square, gun out, wrap in their hair
Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air
Chased a nigga down block for block, squeezing Glocks
These mommies real angels, took one off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran, the more their skirts got dirtier
Sending shots like check day, FedEx expressway
Boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay
"Who shot that duck out the window", Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fucking weed head"
We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up, "Come on girls to Club Med"
[DOOM]
Stay tuned for the conclusion
Three's Company: "Family Jewels"
[DOOM]
Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM
He woke up stoked like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
Release his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
Staggering except for the socks and mask, naked
Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo, checkin'
For the keys, the dough, a robbery expected
Yet nothing obvious was missing, recollected
Now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's
Personnel nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie
Chasing Patrice with Thai iced teas
She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy
Told them both, "I don't feel so well, my belly
Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the telly
Y'all go head and get the dutches, be back, copy"
Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby
(Peace) Peace, pizza man (Change a hundred) stopped and looked
Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
Wasn't the juks but too careless fearless
Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace
The question remains who bound and gagged him
That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum
Villains skied a gram on the street, fifty G
The part of Mr. Roper was played by Mr. T
[Ghostface Killah & DOOM]
I'm Mr. T, fuck Charlie
Like I was sayin' (True story) I'm Mr. T
Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy?
You know what you gon' do (Janet was dark-skinned)
You too Dorine, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit
Kristy was brown-skinned
Uh-huh, that's right, yeah I'ma call them Theodore niggas
SWAT team on alert and shit
Uh-huh, yeah, that's right, Skye you can't hide baby
You got the best head nigga, word up
The mask was chromed out
This real Angel shit, y'all my bitches
Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga
Word up, gimme back my boots
Theodore!

Paroles (Traduction)

[Ghostface Killah]
Ouais, c'est ça
Ce n'est pas un mystère des Hardy Boys non plus
C'est du vrai shit
Ce truc arrive juste après Hart to Hart les gars
Pas de doute, sept heures, Fantasy Island
Cet épisode s'intitule "Mort d'un homme de Brooklyn"
Et ce sont les Anges de Tony, aiyyo
[Ghostface Killah]
Il y avait trois salopes blanches qui travaillaient pour Tony Starks
Agents infiltrées, bien au-delà des flics
Émerveillé par leurs grains de beauté, bracelets de Wonder Woman
Bottes jusqu'aux genoux fabriquées par Clarks
Ma bite s'est durcie en les entendant parler et tout
Chaque langue était de la musique pour le gamin comme si
J'étais le roi Midas moderne
Doreen, Skye et Kelly, les Anges de Starky, les meilleurs de Shaolin
Bien que cela se soit passé dans les rues de Brooklyn
En plus, j'ai roulé bas dans la caisse car mon visage était menaçant
Mes Anges ont filé hors d'Albee Square, flingue dehors, enroulé dans leurs cheveux
Un peu bondé donc ils ont tiré en l'air
Ils ont poursuivi un mec de rue en rue, en serrant les Glocks
Ces mamans sont de vrais anges, en ont descendu un d'une balle dans la tête
C'est un violeur, meurtrier, détenu, cambrioleur
Plus elles couraient, plus leurs jupes devenaient sales
En envoyant des tirs comme un jour de paie, autoroute express FedEx
Boum bang bing, tu as entendu la fusillade
"Qui a tiré ce canard par la fenêtre", a dit M. Lee
"Trois payent maintenant, putain de drogué à l'herbe"
Nous pouvons arrêter le suspect le plus recherché, il est mort
Puis j'ai débarqué, "Allez les filles au Club Med"
[DOOM]
Restez à l'écoute pour la conclusion
Trois, c'est

Thématique La rue

Style Rap

Keywords Banger, Underground

Entités normées Ghostface Killah, MF Doom