Originally uploaded to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0eblHdpiZw by C KOLE Lyrics: JJ DOOM~ An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay. Stay takin' wages the anonymous way... Calmish, pay to the Amish sellin'. Promise me gold bond, palm itch swellin'. With no tact, though, ipso facto. Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo! No question, an ounce of prevention. Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention. "Attention! No throwing stones at the homeless!" Or else ye yeself may end up with your dome blessed. Chrome dust, nano-sized particles. Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools..! -- Defeats the purpose. Greedily slurp up the surplus -- and burp puss. So nervous, you can hear the shirt must, gush. Hush, hush. Trust. Villain til’ the Earth crust bust. Self-defense, think he’s not real. Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel. Take it how you want it, fake it or flaunt it. Need to put some brakes on it. Shake it, dog-gone it! Dead drop -- leave it right there. Chop it off, heads bop, breathe it like air. "You hear?" Study the devil. Played the game and choose to do so on a bloody level. "Who sent him?" Steady losing momentum. Oh, eat a rapper one-a-day like Centrum. The mask is like a Gundam, dumb-dumb um. And it don’t matter where you come from you bum..! What happens when the poles shift? Won’t matter for shit who you roll with. Cold and stiff, hold the "if." If in case you need a facelift, sold a gift. Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift. The sun still shines in the mornin'. He ain’t promisin' more, but it's definitely scorched. Like an ice ball, off guard, soft, hard. Ask him do he give an F like report card. Out-spit em’ like Jonah. Add bonuses, Intel suggests they had no cojones-es. On this microphone business, it’s slaughter. That’s on his 3 pre-mature daughters', aortas. The thought was, uh, quarters, half's, wholes. A roll. Like good times sold like good dimes. It’s just begun to began to begin, to end, to start back again for smarter men and women... -- And their forgotten Retarded Fren. This is not my song this is MF Doom & Jneiro Jarel's song. The song is from JJ Doom's album called "Key to the Kuffs" This song is the 14th one on the album. You can check out more of MF Doom and Jneiro's work in the links below. This is not my song. This is DOOM's song. Check out more of MF DOOM's work! Credits: ► https://www.facebook.com/mfdoom http://www.jneirojarel.com/ https://soundcloud.com/jneiro-jarel https://twitter.com/jneirojarel I'll link DOOM's Twitter but... https://twitter.com/mfdoom