[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 the same old mic
Why should I hate on life? I'm no nihilist
Just save 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 Cobain
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 paid 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 dude
Crews who add 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
(Opinions) It's just like-- whatever the name caught
Follow these rules to avoid the 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'd do it for charity
[Bridge: Rakim sample]
"Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stabbing it forward"

[Verse 3: Eso Tre]
It's funny how losing my mind made me musically inclined
So I guess abusing subtances was only a sign of replacing love
Kinda like teasing a girl you're really fond of
Not to cause harm
It's really nothing that I can't succumb to pettiness
Profitless thoughts working life into fetishes
Self disclosure means less exposure
Unless you going in depth at holding your breath
Don't expect them to show you respect for your death
Regardless of composure you kept when they wept
I'm finding that the older I get there's a catch
You see the bolder the threats become, something I accept
With open arms, what's a hard day's work
Without being placed in harm's way first
To flirt with disaster? Can't even trip, asking her for the digits
If she acts in a manner that's complicit
With every other female
But let's not cover details
It'd be a shame if that came back to haunt me
See, even though I grew up bumpin' Too $hort
The rules are infused with something of a new soul
When everyone else had it locked down, I got clowned
Far from suave, I came off plain corny
Wishing I had a girl of my own instead of being alone
But since I don't, that's my sob story
[Outro: MF DOOM]
KMD, Substance Abuse
East meets West
Thoughts is profitless
It's not a test
– MF