Livin' off borrowed time, the clock faster That'd be the they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick A gun and they come to cut the mixmaster
I C E cold, to be old Y2G twice to threefold He sold scrolls, lo and Know who's the illest ever like the greatest told
your glory, gold and glitter For have half of his take him out the picture The half is rich and don't mean shit-ta Villain a mixture between both with a of liquor
it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic like the place get like, Oh yeah! like they know what's 'bout to happen Just ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody hear it And can they testify from spirit
In living, the gods Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two Got more 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 It's the end to the means Fucked type of message that sends to the
That's why he brings his own And get more cheese than Doritos, or Fritos Slip Freudian Your first and last step to playin' yourself accordion
When he had the mic you go next Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need index won't need Boflex And won't take the one with no legs like Joe Tex