歌词
Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick 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 niggaz'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
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords (even that)