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off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick
Dick and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they to cut the mixmaster
cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee twice to
He scrolls, lo and behold
who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep glory, gold and glitter
For half, half of his niggas'll him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of
Chase it with more beer, taste it like or dare
When he have the mic like the place get like: "Ah yeah!"
It's like they know what's 'bout to
Just keep ya eye out, "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if ain't hear it
And can they testify in the spirit
In living, the gods
Givin' y'all but the lick like two broads
Got more than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention two swords
Or one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic it's AIDS on it
It's the end to the means
Fucked type of that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own
And get more than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like
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, need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no legs like Joe Tex