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