Madvillain - Boulder Holder lyrics
[Madvillain - Boulder Holder lyrics]
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 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, g
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
Grab 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 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'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
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 dat, she bad
I wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike or strike out
Gutterball rock it like gear for the fall
With knives inside pockets
Prepare for the brawl
Yeah y'all you could say it's an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said i coulda told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder
It ain't funny nigga money Folder
Like, I know what's up the invasion was on
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 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, g
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
Grab 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 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'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
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 dat, she bad
I wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike or strike out
Gutterball rock it like gear for the fall
With knives inside pockets
Prepare for the brawl
Yeah y'all you could say it's an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said i coulda told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder
It ain't funny nigga money Folder
Like, I know what's up the invasion was on