Released: October 7, 2008
Featuring: MF DOOM
Songwriter: Jake One MF DOOM
Producer: Jake One
[MF DOOM]
Make no mistake son, it's Jake One
He makes beats well like I likes my steaks done
With sauteed onions and hella worcestershire
A gush of beer, to wash it down, douche your ear
And clean the crud out your third eye
For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly
At the first fanbase of all hater
Hold that for now, it's more waste for y'all later
The bigger the gall, they fall greater than gay skirt
The nigga they call for tall paper, hit pay dirt
Say work, he do you one better, show and prove it
True MC's flow, so lose it or move it
With the two bit spit, they sunk him for two cent
Whoever writ they shit, tell 'em quit it, they too bent
Cut the losses, it ain't balanced what the cost is, in horses
Ahk, Siddiq will let 'em know who's the boss is
[MF DOOM]
And it ain't no dental
Only the innate way the groove seem to paint your mental
Usin' the insane flow stencil
He said in plain English, ain't payin' yo' rent bill
But still, the gent was ill
With the intent to kill, the scent was krill
To the full extent of skill, vent the grill
Vil a make 'em feel like the deal spent a mill'
Meant it for real folks, bet'cha dyin' dollar
Dented the steel choke when he met the iron collar
Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf
Metal Face, Rhymesayers mention 'em both
Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear
To stack more dough more calmly this year
DOOM get the cash like cow, cheddar son
Have it in a smash like bow, get 'er done
Make no mistake son, it's Jake One
He makes beats well like I likes my steaks done
With sauteed onions and hella worcestershire
A gush of beer, to wash it down, douche your ear
And clean the crud out your third eye
For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly
At the first fanbase of all hater
Hold that for now, it's more waste for y'all later
The bigger the gall, they fall greater than gay skirt
The nigga they call for tall paper, hit pay dirt
Say work, he do you one better, show and prove it
True MC's flow, so lose it or move it
With the two bit spit, they sunk him for two cent
Whoever writ they shit, tell 'em quit it, they too bent
Cut the losses, it ain't balanced what the cost is, in horses
Ahk, Siddiq will let 'em know who's the boss is
[MF DOOM]
And it ain't no dental
Only the innate way the groove seem to paint your mental
Usin' the insane flow stencil
He said in plain English, ain't payin' yo' rent bill
But still, the gent was ill
With the intent to kill, the scent was krill
To the full extent of skill, vent the grill
Vil a make 'em feel like the deal spent a mill'
Meant it for real folks, bet'cha dyin' dollar
Dented the steel choke when he met the iron collar
Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf
Metal Face, Rhymesayers mention 'em both
Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear
To stack more dough more calmly this year
DOOM get the cash like cow, cheddar son
Have it in a smash like bow, get 'er done