Текст песни Madvillain - Accordion

[MF Doom]
Livin` 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 steed 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 have half of his niggaz`ll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and 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: `Ah 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 clappin` if nobody ain`t hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin` 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
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 playin` yourself like accordion
(Humming)
When he had the mic you don`t go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won`t need Boflex
And won`t take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex