Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick That'd be the hour they knock the blaster Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun and they come to cut the mixmaster
I C E cold, to be old Y2G steed to threefold He scrolls, lo and behold Know who's the illest like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, 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 with a of liquor
Chase it with beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic it's like the get like, Oh yeah! It's they know what's 'bout to happen keep ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain Is he still a fly guy clappin' if ain't hear it And can they testify inner spirit
In living, the true Givin' nothing but the lick like two broads Got more than the church got, Ooh Lords And he hold the mic and attention like two swords
Or even one with two on it Hey you, don't touch the mic like AIDS on it like 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, Cheetos or Slip like Your first and last step to playin' yourself like
he had the mic you don't go next Leaving cats like wild hoes need Kotex Exercise index need Boflex And won't take the one no skinny legs like Joe Tex