Specifics - Look Alive lyrics

Yeah, it's some old school
Shit, Specifics 02, buried and gone

Yo, fuck waiting for the beat I'ma 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
I'm trying to eat MC's in peace
Fry em em grease
You cook em live I'ma repeat
The hook and jive to
The illness ThinkTwice conceived
Call it vibes, goodness
Some kind of fuckin 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 downloads with no mouse clicks

If you choose to party like no tomorrow
It's due get live with gold body look alive
And move your sorry ass
I'm hooked on true dimes 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
Embarrassing or they're sedatives
I flex my mouth every syllable the black dot
Spilling it's ink
On heavy chemical tablets I scratch thoughts
You villains should think fast
Shotgun miller genuine draft, drop your mic
Dash i'm nice like broads drunk
God's sons false like bronze
Fronts and ice rhinestones
Y'all just run around in
Circles like time zones

If you choose to party like no tomorrow
It's due get live with gold body look alive
And move your sorry ass
I'm hooked on your kind of glorious

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 pink eyelashes, thin
We mixed dry gin and sip tastefully
Dips with grace
Bullies and high school Scarface's get laced
Boogie and break, make sounds like wookie
Get down with fly bookies
Trying to pay me back with cookie baggies
On the dance floor ducking like
Danny sippin was lucky
Shuffle kicks, lazy gimps, fuckin crazy pimps
Handstand punches, that stun bystanders
And drunk chicks chewing up banana bunches
And slide bannisters the camera
Shy amateurs night
Shadowy crime fighter slash rhyme analyst
Damn, we step syncopated
Get a drink so fast my tip will hit
The table after kids have drained it
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 or whiskey my flow is dizzy
Seldom spoken with shitty fellows or
Punks trying to crowd me
Only write rhymes when I'm drunk
Or when I'm drowsy the crown
You only sound phony trying to pronounce
Your ownership of this in hip
Hop or your town city, and block
I'm like the fist knocking down boxers
Claiming the shit they rub on
My glove is to fog
Their vision of being the top
Kid rocking the mic
Like you was actually holdin a dick
Not even beating off right what the fuck

If you choose to party like no tomorrow
It's due get live with gold body look alive
And move your sorry ass
I'm hooked on true dimes the glorious
If you choose to party like no tomorrow
It's due get live with gold body
Get my dick in a box move your sorry ass
I'm hooked on true dimes the glorious