[Part I: One Beer]

[Intro: MF DOOM]

Madlib special

I get no kick from champagne

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all

So tell me, why shouldn't it be true?

I get a kick out of brew

[Verse: MF DOOM]

There's only one beer left

Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf

Tempt me, do a number on the label

Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table

Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid"

However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron-horsе it

You're leaving on your face, forfеit

I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it

Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it

She told him, "Get off it," and a bunch of other more shit

Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads

It's like he eating watermelon: stay spitting new seeds

It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off

Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough

They group been soft

First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off

He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road

She asked him autograph her derriere, it read:

"To Wide Load, this yardbird taste like fried toad turd

Love, Villain"—take pride in code words

Crooked eye mode, nerd, geek with a cold heart

Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart

Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy

No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye

And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel

The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel

They call the super when they need their back—uh, plumbing fixed

"How is only one left? The pack comes in six!

Whatever happened to two and three?"

A herb tried to slide with four and five

And got caught like, "What you doing, G?

Don't make him have to get cutting like truancy

Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!"

Looser than a pair of Adidas

I hope you brought your spare tweeters, MCs sound like cheerleaders

Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin

DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin'

He do it for the smelly hubbies

Seeds know what time it is like it's time for "Teletubbies"

[Segue]

"Madlib special"

[Part II: No Games]

[Verse: J Dilla]

No jokes, no games, no gimmicks

Jaylib, no beat, but no limit

It's so hot, the N-O-dot O-N-E

Fo'sho dawg, off the top, we don't sleep

It's all work, no play, get mo' money

And mo' problems; no doubt, but no cake

It's no good, just like these rappers

No hood in 'em, knowing they some actors

The takeover, rap game makeover

It's next year now, yesterday's over

Time for new shit, "What can you do?" shit

Nothing; stick it up the you-know-what and

There's no fake suckas around, by no means

There's no half steppin' here, you know we

Some nomads, 'cross the globe, you local

We loco, with Flo-Jo, you so-so

You know what's up like oats, no can do

Can't go for that clone shit, I demand you

Rap cats with no skills, know this:

Jaylib, we ain't taking, no prisoners

We gon' set shit off, like LoJack

All night like no doors, dough stacked

There's no way, if no dough, it's no deal

J Dil and Madlib, mo' real

And now you know, but knowing is only half the battle

Until y'all niggas get it together

Just turn up the bass and let ya trunk rattle