1. mf doom - 'doomsday' (0)
2. gangstarr - 'full clip' (0)
3. peanut butter wolf - 'gold diggin' (-2)
4. sol uprising - 'dont ignore me' (+4)
5. mf doom - 'the MIC' (+3)

doomsday, must be a fools day
when i come in your hood i suggest you move away
lose today, lose tomorow i predict
tubes lace the cut coke on the table i sniff
im hyped for tits on the midriff
im psyched for any bitch that licks dicks
stank hoes forced to use listerine first
my music brings self doubt upon to listen hurts
light spliffs, roll em up like rock
blown away by the glock got a swoll on my cock
from the bitch in the midriff in line five
im sick with the sickness that tries lives
a mental disease that renders you feeble
writin my rhymes with pens and needles
needles filled with ink, tatoo verses
its doomsday, youll ride in herses

doomsday apocalype armegeddons upon us
common sense endangered like arms and necks of llamas
feed and head of zebras/read and tread thru leaflets
books hold info/educaate your brain steam, feed it
when you see me, pens are needed
i write it violently, never weakly
drinkin coke and cap out a broken can
the ice was dry, and froze my hand
id like to try something that moves me
id die to fry in a boiling pool of grease
ill outsmart you royally theres no foolin me
i rest when youre toiling cause im not stupid G
work smart, never ever work strenous
we stand forever first and were reppin up
another 16 spit until im blue in the face
tomorrow when you wake, your fuckin doomsday
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my capers are profiled on court tv
extort me, or attempt to, youll be pressed thru a lorry
i rep thru the pouring instigation
but i do not treat obstacles as limitations
they are not used as exucses, they are bruised and ruined
left for dead on the side of the road
ill ply you for more, even if you wont supply it
id prefer to left hand it, id rather not buy it
shoplifting pays dividends, tie my shoes with ribbons when
i cant afford laces, peep the shit im livin in
that baby mama drama, save it, your crazy, like a llama
your morals failing, cause it phase me, its bad karma
for gods sakes keep it to yourself, please
like a drug dealer reap what he sell, cheese
dont tell me not to beat the hell up out the meat
not a righty or a lefty, straight up ambe dextry
both hands are cold man, they turn bodies to ice
registered as deadly weapons and aint nothin nice
runnin mics, string em out like the ladies
of the night and i just might, its all gravy
aint a damn thang wrong with makin me some loot
bills got to get paid and baby needs new shoes
scrilla is at a shortage, but aint that always teh case?
when it seems to be in grasp it soon falls away
you ball today but stay broke tomorrow
what a sick paradox, got to beg steal and borrow
survival is the key, there aint a rule to be broken
so lock your shit up, your a fool if its stolen
its your own fault, if you got it i might take it
it will become displaced kid, i aint tryin to fake it
ill grab anything that aint nailed down
left empty handed in shock with nothin but a pale frown
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the competition is worthwhile, and quite noble
your smile burns for miles, like a whining oboe
twenty two postcards, most are just junk
your correspondance is known far, dumber then your tounge
put a sock in it, or a cock in it, what do i care
if you fell on your ass, id let you lie there
build statues and idols in my hot image
remind yourself that youre wrong, im not timid
find me livid, if you eat the last slice
i promise you if you do that i will blast twice
the first in your gut so you know you know your sins
the 2nd in your dome piece, ill blow you a kiss
au revoir, have a nice trip
and its all over a piece, ill put you on ice, kid
its not nice its your likeness that infuriates me
lately im on edge, having trouble relating
to others, i suffer constantly from my brain
half insane, only obsessed with runnin trains
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gumbo is cooked in pots/dumb hoes look at cocks
and run towards them like rats to bait/put the snots
in a hankerchief, thats my ace, use it to clean my face
and thank your team, playin crazy eights, i need my space
you are suffocating me, please relieve my breathing
i need to see the beating, for my consious, i need them bleeding
its only fair, come real with it
your golden hair feels rigid, too much aqua net
hair spray is fair game by the way you playin it
the way you sayin it is nice, and the way you payin tips
foots bills, put the krills in your anus, its safe there
the cops cant find what they cant see, but beware of anal tears
or rectal fissures, i once gifted a bitch one
she looked it in the mouth like  horse, stupid whore
i shouldnt expect better, i expect youll never tell her
ill disregard it, just pretend im hellen keller
seven tellers at the bank couldnt count to eight
im bound to hate anyone that frowns their face
or turns up their nose, i dont appreciate that
i hate that crap, but fates a payback
dont play me, if you do i dont mind
youll end up with no pride, and i wont loan ya mine
four rhymes quickly turn to eight, its exponential
and detrimental to your health to eat old lentils
the legumes are an excellent family 
enough arguing, just one nice breakfast, cant we?
you ruin every meal with all that toilet talk
keep it to yourself, you always spoil it all 
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the mic deduces sound into electical impulses
id lecture you but you so tired youd tip over
my lips folded to keep them out the way
from a torrent of rhymes that astoud me everyday
its my responsibility to create hundreds of bars
why i do it i often wonder to the stars
when im under the stars deep in my sleep bag
i need to ask why i cant remove the green tag
under penalty of law, i could be imprisoned
i dont question it, i just shut up and listen
i dont understand or know all the answers
meanwhile youre on speed dial so i can call you faster
the tall blaster, sits quiet in my crotch
and pulls down my pants and kills quite alot
cant wait until this mix is finished, so i can start again
its far from the end, cant hardly pretend
cause i know im in too deep to get out now
but this is my life, there, i said it out loud
i fed the bread down around my feet, from the gutter
but i still cant believe that this aint butter
but it is, figuratively, take it with a grain of salt
my raps sing like the thing and break all the walls