CZARFACE, Frankie Pulitzer & Method Man — Mad Technology

Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this?
We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?
Frankie Puller
Yeah, Mr. Mef
CZARFACE
Here we go
Maybe you guys didn't notice

Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we
Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans
Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king
Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream
Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream
I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team
Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem
Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes

Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams
I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams
I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme
Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah
Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting
The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping
Frankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it
If he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back

Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)

INS logo on the flamethrower
I light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker
Get placed in a coma facing the soldier
Hundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder
I keep my heat by the freezer
On a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar
Charlie horse talk spicy like tandoori

We ain't on the same page, they a sad story
Mad corny, I don't even know your backstory
Back up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly
Liquid on the floor, call it H2O
In the kitchen at the stove making plates to go
Grind overtime whether rain or snow
So I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe

Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology

Mad technology pouring out of my bodily
Audibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically
Sonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid
When I die don't say, "This one stings," throw me a huge parade
Super spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way
Representing dead bent like Operation Dumile
The death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay
Every hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite

Dangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play
You ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight
Jewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste
What a waste, I Katy Perry in space
I illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout
I seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out
No hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED
Your lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT

Everything turns and comes back, you know
Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology

Oh yeah, we on that life
Catch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife
So precise, you could get your contacts sliced
And the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice
You shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo
I'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow
And you know the misery, it loves company
Pin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly

He should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw
Beating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor
Your frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor
My frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door
Frankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for
Sprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore
Catch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore
Try to photograph me and nah, I take the detour