"World Premiere"
by Doc Manhattan

World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear
World premiere--the time of the Council is near
Never fear--cause we got the party over here
World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear

Made my premiere back in '78
New Haven the city, Connecticut the state
When they cut the cord how could they anticipate
That someday this little boy would write the rhymes that rate
And make ill records that defy any label
Unstoppable--they can't even try and cut the cable
Back in the day they called me DJ Bagel
Till I wore out the cartridge on my Fisher-Price turntable
I need no pedigree, I am what I elect to be
Rock the mic from Brooklyn to Schenectady
They pay respect to me, back in the neighborhood
And labels should listen when a local boy makes good
Suckas wanna criticize, they get green eyes
When they see the flash I make to run my enterprise
You're pointin at my skin, but starin at my paychecks
Wanna stretch me like latex, hold me up like Playtex
But best to check your head before you check my cred
Cause I spit out battle lines strategically like landmines
Then B-3, BOOM, I sunk your battleship
My rhymes are Halle Berry and yours are Linda Tripp

World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear
World premiere--the time of the Council is near
Never fear--cause we got the party over here
World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear

Made my premiere with a mic in my hand
Sometimes I think I'm the last angry man
Cause I get up on the mic and call 'em like I see 'em
And still some crab MCs will fill a coliseum
I lay down beats, hooks, and three verses
Now MCs who can't use they head gettin nervous
They curse us, try to use that hate to reverse us
But all of them soon will be running to the nurse's
Cause the Council lays down anyone who goes versus
They'll be back on the streets next week stealin' purses
It's worthless, to front on that gangsta trip
Cause your styles are one-sided like a Moebius Strip
Still feeling lucky? Then we can brawl
But with a mic, not some gun that you bought at the mall
And you'd best come alive just like Peter Frampton
Not front on Brooklyn when you livin in the Hamptons
So, if your styles are consistently whack
Or, you built your mansion on a dead man's back
Step away from the boards, put down the eight-track
Unless you're hot for death like Meet Joe Black

World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear
World premiere--the time of the Council is near
Never fear--cause we got the party over here
World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear

Made my premiere with a career at the Spiewak
Me and Joe share the hoes that we mack
Strike like a d-back, harder than zwieback
The Council of Doom could never be wack
You hide your face ashamed with a ski mask
No one sells more real estate than RE/MAX
I get medieval with a blowtorch and pliers
Shoot my mouth like Budd Dwyer, other kids aspire
To be like Manhattan, rock rhymes till I retire
Even in the UK I be blowin up your shire
You could say I was wack but that would make you a liar
I'm a Hebrew National, not an Oscar Mayer
Bird on a wire, got rhymes like Leonard Cohen
Always double down when I got eleven showin'
You know when I'm rhymin, cause the ladies start hoein'
Suckas better pay up the royalties they be owin'
The flowers keep on flowin and they show no signs of slowin'
Kid Pork at the decks, tellin me keep going
So I throw in from the sideline, use the mic control
Pass it off to Mad Sheep--GOOOOAL!

World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear
World premiere--the time of the Council is near
Never fear--cause we got the party over here
World premiere--fresh from the mic to your ear

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