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Living
off borrowed time, the clock
tick
fas
ter
That'd be the hour they knock the
slick
blas
ter
Dick
Dast
ard
ly and Muttley
with
sick
laugh
ter
A
gun
fight
and they
come
to
cut
the
mix
mas
ter
I
-
C
-
E
cold
,
nice
to
be
old
Y
2
G
stee
twice
to
three
fold
He
sold
scrolls
, lo and
be
hold
Know who's the ill
est
ever like the great
est
sto
ry
told
keep you glory,
gold
and
glit
ter
For half, half of
his
nig
gas'll
take him out the
pict
ure
The other half
is
rich
and it don't mean
shit-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
captain
"
Is he still a
fly guy
clapping
if nobody ain't
hear it
And can the testify from inner
spirit
In
living
, the
true gods
Giving
y'all no
thing
but the lick like
two broads
Got more lyr
ics
than the church got "
Ooh Lords
"
And he hold the
mic
and your attention
like
two swords
Or even one with two blades on
it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDs on
it
It's like the end to the
means
Fucked type of message that sends to the
fiends
That's why he brings his own
needles
And get more cheese that Dor
itos
,
Cheetos
or
Fritos
Slip like
Freudian
Your first and last step to playing yourself like
accordion
So
nas
ty
that it's probab
ly
somewhat of a
traves
ty
Having
me
, then
he
told the
peo
ple "You can call
me
, Your
Majes
ty!
"
Keep
your
batte
ry
charged, you
know
it
won't
Stick
yo
, and it's not his fault you
kick
slow
Should've let your
trick
ho
chick
hold
your
sick
glow
Plus
no
body couldn't do nothin' once he let the
brick
go
And you
know
I
know
that's a bunch of
snow
The
beat
is
so
butter
,
Peep
the
slow
cutter
As he
utter
the calm
flow
("Your mother-"), don't talk about my moms,
yo
Some
times
he
rhyme
quick, some
times
he
rhyme
slow
Or
vice
vers
a, whip up a
slice
of
nice
verse
pie
Hit it on the
first
try
, villain: the
worst
guy
Spot
hot
tracks like
spot
a pair of fat
asses
Shots
of the
scotch
from out the square
shot
glasses
And he won't
stop
'til he got the
masses
And show 'em what they know
not
through flows of
hot
mo
lasses
Do it like the ro
bot
to headspin of
boogaloo
Took a few
minutes to convince the average
bug-a-boo
It's ugly, like
look at you
, it's a damn
shame
Just remember it's ALL CAPS when you spell the man
name
I knew you was ----ing a
round
Playing
all innocent and hoe'ing
since
the
found
ations
Don't make me have to
pound
this
tin
crown
face in
And
risk
being jammed up like traffic, in
bound
from
spacing
There's been a
place
for you in my heart since we
first met
A teenage love that didn't feel no
hurt yet
My boys warned me you was poison like BBD
first
cassette
And still I put my chips on the
worst bet
Gave up the
skirt
, now I gotta hear it from the
street
How dare you drag my name in the
dirt
and
cheat
You could've broke it off, ended it and
dipped
And if you spoke soft we could've still pre
served
the
friendship
Now you apologize, that's what they
all say
You wasn't sorry when you sucked him off in the
hallway
But have it your way, raw-no
foreplay
That's you if you want a dude who wear a mask
all day
And just to think, I used to be proud of you
And you had some real good power...
