Get 'Er Done - Jake One

Make no mistake son, it’s Jake One

He makes beats well like I likes my steaks done

With sauteed onions and hella worcestershire

A gush of beer, to wash it down, douche your ear

And clean the crud out your third eye

For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly

At the first fanbase of all hater

Hold that for now, it’s more waste for y’all later

The bigger the gall, they fall greater than gay skirt

The nigga they call for tall paper, hit pay dirt

Say work, he do you one better, show and prove it

True MC’s flow, so lose it or move it

With the two bit spit, they sunk him for two cent

Whoever writ they shit, tell 'em quit it, they too bent

Cut the losses, it ain’t balanced what the cost is, in horses

Ahk, Sadiq will let 'em know who’s the boss is

And it ain’t no dental

Only the innate way the groove seem to paint your mental

Usin' the insane flow stencil

He said in plain English, ain’t payin' yo' rent bill

But still, the gent was ill

With the intent to kill, the scent was krill

To the full extent of skill, vent the grill

Vil a make 'em feel like the deal spent a mill'

Meant it for real folks, bet’cha dyin' dollar

Dented the steel choke when he met the iron collar

Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf

Metal Face, Rhymesayers mention 'em both

Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear

To stack more dough more calmly this year

DOOM get the cash like cow, cheddar son

Have it in a smash like bow, get 'er done