[00:00.00] 作曲 : Dumile, Jackson
[00:19.62]Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
[00:22.01]That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
[00:24.39]**** Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
[00:26.90]A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
[00:29.21]I-C-E cold, nice to be old
[00:31.76]Y2G steed twice to threefold
[00:34.66]He sold scrolls, lo and behold
[00:36.81]Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
[00:39.49]Keep your glory, gold and glitter
[00:41.95]For have half of his b*****s'll take him out the picture
[00:43.89]The other half is rich and it don't mean shit-ta
[00:46.49]Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
[00:49.14]Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
[00:51.55]When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Aw yeah!'
[00:54.74]It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
[00:56.49]Just keep ya eye out, like aye, aye cap'n
[00:59.10]Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
[01:01.95]And can they testify from inner spirit (no)
[01:04.79]In living, the true gods
[01:06.39]Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
[01:08.97]And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords (even that)
[01:14.57]Or even one with two blades on it
[01:16.36]Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it (ya)
[01:19.30]It's like the end to the means
[01:21.60]****ed type of message that sends to the fiends
[01:23.95]That's why he brings his own needles
[01:26.35]And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
[01:30.04]Slip like Freudian
[01:31.40]Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
[01:39.69]When he at the mic you don't go next
[01:41.15]Even b***h cats like why hoes need Kotex
[01:43.65]Exercise index won't need Bowflex
[01:45.94]And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

作曲 : Dumile, Jackson
Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
**** 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 b*****s'll take him out the picture
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 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
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
****ed 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 b***h cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex