Madlib - Lunchtime lyrics

Yes, we bout to take it back to highschool Being on the nice tabletops, bishop and nice food Cooler than I sip a nice cla**ic or when I play pool Domino fat scraps blowing up like fatty coop Sipping out broken, ain't no picture playing violin Higher man, something that I spit like a fireman I am what I am, like popeye innovecent Man hot damn, you're not flier higher than Yours truly, unruly, can't move me You moolie, you stooly I'll kidnap your cutie, take her back To my flat and make a p**no movie Bust a nut on her back and let it trickle down her booty Like nuts and shoes, s*uts gonna choose That pimp with a limp in them crispy white shoes Airforce, full force, that's what I'm about So don't try to kid playboy, get knocked the f** out It's lunch time, beat on the tables We don't have to rewind Smashing us tickets then we're cut in the line Before time is up, put down your books And bust your rhyme It's lunch time, beat on the tables We don't have to rewind Smashing us tickets then we're cut in the line Before time is up, put down your books And bust your rhyme I'm definitely in the house, you know? Most definitely, I flow slow so effortlessly I'm so low, but who know go second like me My whole record is gree, I'm on record indeed The whole west is with me n***a What you mean, like you ain't f**ing with o consecutive street Go and collect you degree, I'm throwing records for G's A hundred G's I breathe for 40 seconds and leave Yeah, I'm hit to backburn game That's why I play the corner like path certain, yeah Bishop Lamont in war in G, war with me n***as get caught, the sh** that you drop is boring me I figured you flop, the minute the plot Is finished, I pin it and stop Off the rocks, unorthodox, until the coffin locks Yeah, often job for the love Because I ain't off the block It's lunch time, beat on the tables We don't have to rewind Smashing us tickets then we're cut in the line Before time is up, put down your books And bust your rhyme It's lunch time, beat on the tables We don't have to rewind Smashing us tickets then we're cut in the line Before time is up, put down your books And bust your rhyme