Dr. Octagonecologyst lyrics

Yeahhh! You're listening to the sounds, from the Boogie Down Bronx!
Kooool Keith!! Performing with Mean Jean, Cordio the Grand Wizard
The Ill Brothers, at the T-Connection

Bust them flavors, more rap styles than Life Savors
Damage kids with suits with champagne and fake alligators
I'm for the repercussion, my style is bumrushin
MC's get back, that black brother sound wack

Three thousand!!!
Three thousand!!

I crank up lyrical flows, spit spats, what's that
The pattern records, don't touch the DATs, yo
Check out the pro skills, medic fulfills
Contact react to style I'm back you lack
Channels and handles, Automator's on the panels
Turnin knobs you slobs suckers like Baskin Robs
Carvel don't tell your whole crew is ice cream fudge

i am a physica, besides we are all gurls
ok up on the table, chop chop
on all 4's
thats is
uuuh yah
spreadem
what have we got here
oh, oh
looks like your veculuar .. is some what constricted
how have you managed to accomidate large
i dont not of any kind
of course i was just feeling you out, does it work
spreadem,
common, wider wider wider
ur gonna break me

Yeah
At 40,000 kelvin, it's Dr. Octagon,
with the Emperor General
drop down to 40 g's
can science achieve the unified theory of complex systems
permenantly skeptical of friends of the institute
external faculty, a routine exerts selected pressure by
killing less-fit programs
life evolves, in cyber space
green and blue objects of self-replicating lightning represents

"Let me show you somethin" (2X)

Dr. Octagon, paramedic fetus of the East
with priests, I'm from the Church of the Operating Room
with the strike support, scalpels since the holocaust
I do indeed in greed, explore meet the patients
Back to brooms with the nurse with the voodoo curse
Holding up office lights, standing at huge heights
Back and forth, left wing swing to North

Dr. Octagon, paramedic focus on the East
for priests my anisthetics prescribe a certain fertilizer
Homegrown computer wise on the microphone
Utilizing tracks inverted by animical
High typical force, space sex intercourse
You get lost, and memorize to the Enterprise
Scotty the Captain, Mr. Spock keeps rappin
4212, the shit moves at warp speed
Dynamic 7, navigation of the coppers

[Kool Keith]
Live, November 6, 1996
at the Great Western Forum in Inglewood, CA
Dr. Octagonecologyst and Chewbacca Uncircumcised
perform with with Curt Kobane and Roger from Zapp

[Sir Menelik]
The plane managed to land, the skeleton at the controls
A place called the Twilight Zone
Are extraterrestrials able to accomplish this?

Verse 1

First patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancer
Breakin' his back, chisel necks for the answer
Supersonic bionic robot voodoo power
Equator ex my chance to flex skills on Ampex
With power meters and heaters gauge anti-freeze
Octagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants
More ways to blow blood cells in your face
React with four bombs and six fire missiles

You have Tomaine poisoning on your tongue
Say ahhh
You have bees flying around your rectum
You need a bad operation
Gimme the scissors
Hammer
Flame

Okay, I'm getting ready to stab
Jam it in

Over, he's bleeding now, I can't stop the blood
More gauze pads, hurry

*loud noise, maniacal laugh*

Dr. Octagon, please come to the office, come nowOh fuck! Patient just died in room 105Cirrohsis of the eyeNurse come in, please where are you?Fuck it he's deadOh shit there's a horse in the hospital!

It's morning, seven o'clock, you at my clinic
It's me your orthopedic, gynecologist
You looking pretty and fine, go ahead, blow my mind
Girl what's wrong, come here let me take a look
You say you got burnt, your man shoulda wore a rubber
What type of partners you have, and who's your first lover
He never turned you around, showed you doggystyle

Hello, this is the offices of Dr. Octagon. If you have insurance or medical problems, I'm here for you for any type of intestine surgery, rectal rebuilding, relocated saliva glands... and chimpanzee acne! And of course moose bumps. You can call 1-800PP51-DooDoo. I'm in your corner."

featuring Sir Menelik

[Dr. Octagon]
Your organic medical talk propels off my arms
The atom bomb final Lionel Richie not couth for this battle
I battle sing sing sing like bing bing bing
ricochet rapid grab it like a poppa
Watch you jam like a techer with old energy it's me
lyrically bionically you're panicked B
You end up in the ? as I begat

So what do you think Doctor? Was I....
I didn't mean to.
Scientific detachement. Ha!
Professional ethics
I'm not just a doctor, I AM A MAN
Doctor I didn't mean to!
I have desires. I have needs
I know you have needs and I know that you have desires
You know it gets bigger and bigger inside of me until it's...I feel it...it
explodes and I sprayed myself all over the wall

[Dr. Octagon]
Your organic medical talk propels off my arms
The atom bomb final Lionel Richie not couth for this battle
I battle sing-sing-sing like bing-bing-bing
ricochet rapid grab it like a poppa
Watch you jam like a techer with old energy it's me
lyrically bionically you're panicked B
You end up in the ?, as I begat
Fertilizin your chrome, dome boils sore medicated

* these lyrics appear on the Bulk Recordings reissue on Dreamworks

{Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated}

[Dr. Octagon]
With yellow eyes, my green face, my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid, your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp, you think you got that real hip-hop
I saw the chart so quickly, watched your album flop
I'm Doctor Octo, curlin waste, tourin rhinos

Technical Difficulties

[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]

Chewbacca's not here I'ma do it for your circumcised
niggaz don't realize my format is a palm spectrum
to damage any rectum
This is the real dinosaur funk which permitted G-Funk
to play anally through the trunk a digital master
was given to Sam Cooke and Jimmy Castor
Kurt Cobain was here but Doc Oc' has novacaine

You enter, step in the room, four, five
My over compressed thoughts and ways make you get live
You are the patient, and I, your black doctor,
Medical bills, insurance, cash in the ceiling.
Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever since
I got my white suit pressed, out the cleaners,
X-Ray shades, with hard shoes and some razor blades

{DJ Q-Bert scratches "right, now here we go"}

[Dr. Octagon]
A lot of rappers are wack, they cold booty from the buttcrack
Swingin skills to chill, that's how I pay the bills
Funk blaster, tweakin bass like I'm Jimmy Castor
Model H-3-oh-C, plus another thousand
Kickin lyrics for ASCAP, brothers that be housin
Splittin publishin, gainin points, rappin back again

Intro one: (only on dr. octagon "hidden track" original version)

I would have been completely dead had it not been for the shark man.
Shark man? *chuckling*
Judging from his appearance, that’s the most appropriate
Name I could come up with for him.
I hate this kid.
This uhh... thing you’re talking about.
It had the body of a shark, and the arms and face of a man?