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[Verse: MF DOOM]
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 morning
He ain't promising more, but it's definitely scorching
Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard
Ask him if he give an F like report card
Out-spit 'em like Jonah
Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses
In this microphone biz, it's slaughter
That's on his 3 pre-mature daughters' aortas
The thought was, uh, quarters, halfs, wholes
A roll. Likе good times sold like good dimes
It's just bеgun to began to begin
To end, to start back again for smarter men
And their retarded friend