Tekst piosenki
Here come the pecker
Wood mic wrecker
Sweet like nectar
MC selector
Come again, keep the style I’m bustin’
You think I’m droppin’ acid on a super cold dozen
Feel the rushin’ through your blood and cerebellum
And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin’
So whatcha sellin’ kid, I’ll bust your melon
Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty deeds
They’re done, dirt cheap, I’m on the greek don’t sleep
I’m late cause the circus, but bullets run deep
And talk is cheap, kid, it’s time to make moves
It’s time to make capital gains with my brains
The song remains, the same as it ever was
And you can say my crew’s fallin’ but it never does
I’m white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse
Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual
My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic
Got ya wearin’ vests like prophylactics
My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters
And I’ll tell more lies than priests and rabbis
And all the allies put together in a cipher
My skin’s my cell, no parole on my life
CHORUS:
Doin’ time on the third stone from the sun
Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun
I’m dealin’ with the pressures, son, life ain’t fun
Doin’ time on the third stone from the sun
I’ll be gettin’ down and dirty by 2030
Sippin’ off my forty, cut deep in your shorty
Lordy, glory, hallelujah
Like a big Samoan my sig’s going boo ya
Do-wa-ditty, oh what a pity
I’m blowin’ up the spot like Oklahoma City
With mic terrorism and no plagiarism
And blood shot vision cause I smoke major 'ism
If you got sob stories, kid, don’t tell me ’bout ’em
Cause them tin boots you wearin’ I’m a lift you outta ’em
With two shots to your bid, I ain’t playin’ kid
I know the games that you runnin’ and all the things you did
And you’ll say 'holy cow’ if my gun go blaow
Click-bang, watch me do my thang
My element’s in order, my attribute’s eternal
And all you duck MC’s are smellin’ just like the Colonel
You’re all fried chicken with your back side lickin’
I’ll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin’
Out your eye socket and if I wanna cock it
I play Rammellzee and pull it out my pocket
I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocket
Yeah, I play Rammellzee and pull it out my pocket
CHORUS
(Steve Miller „Time keeps on slipping sample towards the end)
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