Money Folder (feat. MF DOOM)

Madlib

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    The villain took on many forms

    Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
    After you, who's last? It's DOOM, he's the worst known
    That'll have your boom blown or either thirst bone
    Rock it to a worse clone, just don't curse the throne
    Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
    So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
    Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
    The underhanded ranted, planned it and left 'em stranded
    The best, any who profess will be remanded
    Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
    I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
    He flipped it like Madlib, did a old jazz standard

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    Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
    Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine, G
    One black, one Spanish, one Chinee'
    It keeps the woody shiny year-round like a pine tree
    Don't sign me, I'm about to get a mil' without 'em
    Crowd him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him?
    So, and he's a jerk and you don't know him
    Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
    Poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes
    Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
    All rise, so far odd as a ruple
    So raw, break it down and make quadruple
    It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
    And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
    Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of Coqui
    Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
    Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey
    Damn he could really use a room or a ho key
    Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
    True dat, she bad, I wonder do she come with kneepads
    What a call, what a real butterball
    Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
    Rock it like gear for the fall
    With nice inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
    Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
    Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
    And just like he said, I could'a told ya
    MF, the holder of a boulder, money folder
    It ain't funny, nigga
    Money folder

    The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge
    Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled
    With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
    Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
    It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM
    This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion
    Such was the magnitude of the typical villain

    This is no answer!
    Very well then
    A duel to the death

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    Composición: Madlib

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