MF Doom, J Dilla - LIGHTWORKS

What is the magic that makes one's eyes Sparkle and gleam, light up the skies? The name of the game is lightworks I see you're peein' in your pants, little sissy boy Jerks, welcome to the Octagon Lay a player flat before the trainer felt his clock was on Keep your socks torn, it's a box-a-thon With hard rock Black, Rock & Ron's goin' Barbizon Curled up beggin', layin' on the canvas Instead of in the ready position like praying mantis Scissors, Lanvis, grand fist sandwich Stance switch, slammed on, stitches twitch, hands itch Damn snitch (uh), any street corner (yeah) Could be the platform 'til we defeat, gone and wander Watch your mouth jaw, southpaw, outs floor Doubt your clout more, bout roar, outscore, boy Off the leash like UFC Off the beat, off ya feet like two lefties FUB's, heffer please Lost a few to stew beef, new referees What a remarkable team, show your teeth The shine that sparkles and gleams Light up the skies The name of the game is lightworks Light up the spliffs The name of the game is lightworks Wipe off slight smirks The match was mapped out Get jabbed and crap-slapped out, tapped out Either the lunch bin or choke hold time Munchkins get punched in like vocal rhyme The shine that sparkles and gleams Light up the skies The name of the game is lightworks Light up the spliffs The name of the game is lightworks The right hurts Universal beatdown!