Borrowed Time

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 I'm not ready
 Living 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 stee 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 half, half of his niggas'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 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 they testify from inner spirit, no
 In living, the true gods
 Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
 Got more 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 than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
 Slip like Freudian
 Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion
 When he had the mic you don't go next
 Leaving pussy 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
 I hope y'all know what time it is now, but fuck that
 Go to the next shit