[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)