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Livin' off borrowed time, the tick faster
That'd be the hour knock the slick blaster
Dick and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the
I-C-E cold, to be old
Y2G twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the illest ever the greatest story told
Keep your glory, and glitter
For half, half of his niggas'll take him out the
The other half is rich and don't mean
Villain a mixture both with 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: "Ah yeah!"
It's like know what's 'bout to happen
keep ya eye out, like "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't it
And can they from in the spirit
In living, the true
Givin' y'all nothing but the like two broads
Got more lyrics than the got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and attention like two swords
Or even one two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic it's AIDS on it
like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that to the fiends
why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or
like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like
he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't Bowflex
And take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex