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Livin' off borrowed time, the tick faster
be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and come to cut the mixmaster
cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the illest like the greatest story told
your glory, gold and glitter
For half, of his niggas'll take him out the picture
The other half is and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with beer, taste it like truth or dare
he have the mic it's like the place get like: "Ah yeah!"
It's like they know 'bout to happen
Just ya eye out, like "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't it
And can they testify in the spirit
In living, the true
Givin' nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your like two swords
Or even one with two on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like AIDS on it
It's the end to the means
Fucked of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, or Fritos
Slip like
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like
When he had the mic you don't go
Leaving pussy cats like why need Kotex
Exercise index, need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny like Joe Tex