[Verse 1: SUBZ]
I'm no star, I'm the furthest
I'm a starving artist who's taking out the garbage
To your promoters with shitty business sense
We both tougher than sticky doses who don't give a stress
We no longer paying a cost
And taking a loss for saying thoughts, irrelevance
We know how native feels running for President
Underrepresented so I've elected to live present progressive and not to be bit by the same dog twice
Blazing new directions, picking up thе same old mic
Why should I hate on life? I'm no nihilist
Just savе yourself strife and restrain from trying this
You're going to cheat me? You're going to get yours believe me
And don't assume I'm talking about violence
I move in silence, sir, west side or reside in the wood
So I know about hoods and wolves in sheep's clothing
Fear and loathing, always share when I'm flowing
Even when I'm told what's old me is no thing
No way, got me like OJ on a cocaine road rage with a cold blade
Slashing like Kobain
Not fleeing from static because we equipped to skirmish
Weapons only years of anguish could've furnished
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Everybody's a critic, ask him do he give a shit
As long as it's 'flicted, you know the Villain spitted it
DOOM'll hit to fool ya, sell it for cake
Like the swap meet jeweler who can tell if it's fake
Make the half upfront technique do perfect
The other half before he touch the mic and blew the circuit
Hand over the banjo, he be like "Where your man go?"
Not to cut his ear off for no hoe like your man Van Gogh
Land Ho! Hold up the mic like "hand over the dough"
MF on 'The Man Show'
And go for broke, stand for pay better
Known to rip shows like her handmaid's sweater
Gave me blues like the who's who knew dudes
Maybe seem rude, but baby need new shoes
It's a nuisance, take it from a black Jew
Crews will have their two cents, take that too
How they do? Tell them "Maintain, whore"
Where's the O's? He got mad flows in the vault
It's just like -- whatever the name caught
Follow these rules to avoid a grain of salt
Number 1: you got to keep it fun
Number 2: you know how you do
Number 3 vary: never do nary for free
Maybe I'll do it for charity
[Bridge]
Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stabbing it forward
[Verse 3]
[Outro: MF DOOM]
AMD, Substance Abuse, East meets West
Thoughts is profitless
It's not a test, MF
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