Accordion

[00:18.77] Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster

[00:21.43] That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster

[00:23.82] Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter

[00:26.20] A gunfight and they come to cut the mixmaster

[00:28.59] I-C-E cold, nice to be old

[00:31.52] Y2G stee twice to threefold

[00:33.91] He sold scrolls, lo and behold

[00:36.29] Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told

[00:39.48] Keep your glory, gold and glitter

[00:41.08] For half, half of his niggas'll take him out the picture

[00:43.73] The other half is rich and it don't mean shit-ta

[00:46.12] Villain: a mixture between both with a twist of liquor

[00:48.78] Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare

[00:51.17] When he have the mic, it's like the place get like: "Aw, yeah!"

[00:54.62] It's like they know what's 'bout to happen

[00:56.22] Just keep ya eye out, like "Aye, aye, captain"

[00:58.87] Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody ain't hear it?

[01:02.06] And can they testify from in the spirit? (Nah)

[01:04.72] In living, the true gods

[01:06.31] Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads

[01:08.98] Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh, Lord"s

[01:11.36] And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords

[01:14.02] Either that or either one with two blades on it

[01:16.14] Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it (Yuck)

[01:19.33] It's like the end to the means

[01:21.19] Fuck type of message that sends to the fiends?

[01:24.38] That's why he bring his own needles

[01:26.24] And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos

[01:29.69] Slip like Freudian

[01:31.02] Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion

[01:39.26] When he at the mic, you don't go next

[01:40.84] Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex

[01:43.51] Exercise index, won't need Bowflex

[01:45.90] And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex