#madvillian

Living off borrowed time, the clock ticks faster

That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster

Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter

A gunfight 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 place 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 in the spirit? (Nah)

In living, the true gods

Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads

Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh, Lords"

And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords

(Either that) Or either one with two blades on it

Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it (Yuck)

It's like the end to the means

Fuck type of message that sends to the fiends?

That's why he bring his own needles

And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos

Slip like Freudian

Accordion // Madvillain (MF DOOM & Madlib)