#money folder

Origami by Won Park

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, after you who's last it's DOOM he's the worst known, who, that'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone, rock it to a worst 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 him 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, they flipped it like Madlib did a old jazz standard, don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine gee, one black, one Spanish, one Chinese, 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 art as a ruble, 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 cokey, keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey, yeah y'all, you could say its an earful, beware, do not touch mic, be careful, and just like he said I coulda told ya, M.F., the holder of a boulder, Money Folder, it ain't funny nigga, Money Folder” -- MF Doom

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MONEY FOLDER

Madvillain and Four Tet.

music: Madvillain - Money Folder