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..