Boulder Holder

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone

After you, who's last? It's DOOM he's the worst known

That'll have your boom blown or even or even thirst bone

Rock it to a worse clone, just don't cure the throne

On his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go

So he bring it live in stere-ere-o (stereo)

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 could handle a style so rancid

He flipped it like Madlib did an old jazz stand in

Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly

Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine G

One Black, one Spanish, one Chinese

He 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, eh, 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 Rupple

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 waste it on something useful

Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey

Keep it lowkey, known to pull an okey-dokey

Silly goose, DOOM is too jokey

Damn he could really use a room or a whole key

Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads

True that, she bad, I wonder do she come with knee pads

What a call, what a real butterball

Either I get a strike or strike out, gutter-ball

Rock it like gear for the fall

With nice inside pockets, prepare for the brawl

Yeah y'all, you could say it's an ear-full

Beware, do not touch mic, be careful

And just like you said I could've told ya

MF, the holder of a boulder, money folder

Money folder