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Livin' off borrowed time the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
D**k Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory gold and glitter
For have half of his n***az'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and it don't mean sh*t-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get like 'Aw yeah'
It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out like aye aye cap'n
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
No
In living the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
Even that
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
Ya
It's like the end to the means
F*cked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
When he at the mic you don't go next
Even p***y cats like why h*es need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex
