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You better hurry up or get left behind
Like your hairy derriere where the sun don't shine
Tom Slick on the drag strip, the streets are mine
And thanks to Einstein I’ve got beats to rhyme
Designed like a porcupine, untouchable
I’m a four course meal, your a lunchable
This beat will self destruct
5, 4, 3, Diz hold up
Goin off like a cuckoo clock
I was kickin with the beat till my shoe flew off
As a rock with better timing then a metronome
To set the tone, looking for respect alone
On a throne putting in work like Soloman Burke
To take over the world like an Ottoman Turk
But a fall's unlikely, I rock shows nightly
To wow and excite then I’m out like strike three
I run through your city like a bullet train
And blow the roof off like a hurricane
I’m sick, so sick I’ve got my own disease
The doc said I had a case of flow with ease
In a hunded degrees, I blow my nose and sneeze
I’m so cold they call me cool breeze
Your going downhill like an avalanche
And your full of more bull then a cattle ranch
Yep, you the cat who said that we were though
Too old school, need to do something new
You're slipping like I threw out a banana peel
On the ground or you can kneel to the man of steel
As I speed through the sky with bird's eye view
And you must be high like a nerd's IQ
Do your homework, press rewind
You better go back before you get left behind
[Chorus]
Left behind
You get left behind
Left behind
You better hurry up or get left behind
I spit quick like a lizard's lick
And slick as if I was the Grand Wizard Rick
A hit with the fans, me and Diz are marked men
In split command cause panic like a shark's fin
When the bleeding starts, stop beating hearts
Teeth extremely sharp, coming at your meaty parts
Making a mess out of discotheques
The crowd crazed, like I got Gizmo wet
I dibbled and dabbled on roads less traveled
Kicked up dust and kicked up gravel
No sleep till Brooklyn as well as Seattle
Young Einstein with the funky piano
and I’m on the mic like Mick Jagger's lips
UD’s all that and a bag of chips
You can't get with this, you might slip a disc
Better take it as a warning like I slit my wrists
Like Heavy D, Steady B, rappin is my pedigree
People looking dead at me, rhymes roll readily
I hold it down like a paper weight
To make 'em happy like I baked a cake
See, I can take a break and mold it to shape
Cuz when I’m rippin it
My word is like an iceberg, here's the tip of it
a little message, I hope we get get through
So you're moved like a fetus in the fallopian tube
I’m full strength like a cyclops’ eyedrops
I got support like high tops
I keep the mic hot till you turn the lights off
Then I’m nocturnal like a nighthawk
Swoop down when I search for prey
You better run and hide from the words I say
I keep it tighter then corn rows
And I’ma stop rappin' when the horn blows
[Chorus] x2
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