Livin' off borrowed time, the tick faster That'd be the they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and with sick laughter A gun fight and they to cut the mixmaster
I C E cold, to be old Y2G steed twice to He sold scrolls, lo and Know who's the illest ever like the story told
Keep glory, gold and glitter For half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture The other half is rich and don't mean Villain a mixture between both a twist of liquor
Chase it with beer, taste it like truth or dare When he the mic it's like the place get like, Oh yeah! It's like they know what's 'bout to keep ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain Is he still a fly guy if nobody ain't hear it And can testify from inner spirit
In living, the gods Givin' y'all nothing but the like two broads Got lyrics than the church got, Ooh Lords And he hold the mic and your like two swords
Or even one two blades on it Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's on it like the end to the means Fucked of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own And get more cheese than Doritos, or Fritos Slip like Your first and last step to yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you don't go Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Exercise index need Boflex And take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex