Think Twice - Look Alive lyrics

f** waiting for the beat ima crack these streets open like jailbreaks Sweet, the only flavor we can repeat With no stable mates breathing my savory breeze Fatally sneeze on the track, label it the greatest cd Dining table with the diamond needle squeaking on my vinyl plate Please, im trying to eat mc's in peace Fry em em grease, you cook em live, ima repeat the hook and Jive to the illness think twice conceived Call it vibes, goodness, some kind of f**in fly pudding If rap was tonic i put the cap on and shook it And douse dips, the house party kids i shout scripts The child golden chickens down loads with no mouse clicks If you choose to party like no tomorrow is due Get live with gold body Look alive And move your sorry a** Im hooked on your kind The glorious I floss raps, paper scraps, jaws and traps Stiletto metal cross etched in my neck bone Inverted words sketched on walls ghetto the kid Holding melon is gold, several karats, we're old fellows My flow is the medicine Kept us in good health, whenever albums on the shelves are Embarra**ing or they're sedatives, i flex my mouth Every syllable a black dot spilling my ink On heavy chemical tablets i scratch thoughts You villains should think fast Shotgun miller genuine draft, drop your mic, dash Im nice like broads drunk God's sons false like bronze fronts and ice rhinestones Yall just run around in circles like time zones Laid back and chillin Talk about the treats on the tv screen with my fellow james bond Villains swillin Everything short of a pigsty by picked eyelashes, thin We mixed dry gin and sip tastefully Dips with grace, bullies and high school scarfaces get laced Boogie and break I make sounds like wookie, get down with fly bookies Trying to pay me back with cookie baggies On the dance floor ducking like daney sippin was lucky Shuffle kicks, lazy gimps, f**in crazy pimps With handstand punches, that stun bystanders And drunk chicks chewing up banana bunches We slide bannisters the camera shy amateurs night Shadowy crime fighter slash rhyme an*lyast We step syncopated, get a drink so fast my tip will hit the table After kids have drained it We pose half toasted Pull my half bow back and blow kiss prey frozen in the focus Like ice cubes, busy meltin in they fizzy melon mixes yo My flow is dizzy, seldom spoken with sh**ty fellows and punks trying To crowed me Only write rhymes when im drunk or when im drowsy the crown You only sound phony trying to pronounce your ownership of this In hip hop, or your town, city, and block Im like the fist knocking down boxers, claiming the sh** they rub on My glove Is to fog their vision of being the top kid rocking a mic Like you was actually holdin a dick, not even beating off right What the f**