[Verse: MF DOOM]
Jumpin' to a conclusion could stunt your evolution
Like the trees, dumped into some dust-blunt fusion
Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time
It's all good, as long's he ain't inhaling swine
Dare decline, scared money makes none
Take one, you should've flushed before the Jakes come
Old shart—specialty is flow art
Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart
Yeah, don't start, make 'em have to finish
Just bounce like gold-diggers, once the dough diminish
Phony, it gets lonely at the finish (Yup)