left behind

you better hurry up and get left behind like your hairy derriere where the sun don't shine tom slick on the drag-strip the streets are mine and thanks to einstein i've got beats to rhyme designed like a porky pine untouchable i'm a full-course meal your a lunchable this song will self-destruct in 5-4-3... diz, hold up, goin' off like a koo-koo clock i was kickin' with a beat 'til shoe flew off as a rock with better timing then a metronome to set the tone looking for respect alone on a throne putting in work like solomon burke to take over the world like an ottoman turk but a fall's unlikely i rock shows nightly to wow and excite then i'm out like strike-three i run through your city like a bullet train and blow the roof off like a hurricane i'm sick so sick i've got my own disease the doc said i had a case of flow with ease in a hunded degrees i blow my nose and sneeze i'm so cold they call me cool-breeze your going downhill like an avalanche 'cause your full of more bull then a cattle-ranch yep, you the cat who said that we were though too old-school need to do something new you're slipping like i threw out a banana-peel on the ground now you can kneel to the man of steel as i speed through the sky with bird's eye view and you must be high like a nerd's i.q. do your homework press rewind you better go back before you get left behind left behind you get left behind left behind you better hurry up and get left behind i spit quick like a lizard's lick and slick as if i was the grand wizard rick a hit with the fans diz and i are marked men in split-command cause panic like a shark's fin when the bleeding starts, i stop beating hearts teeth extremely sharp coming at your meaty parts making a mess out of discotheques the crowd crazed like i got gizmo wet i dibble and dabbled on roads less traveled kicked up dust and picked up gravel no sleep 'til brooklyn as well as seattle young einstein with the funky piano and i'm on the mic like mic jagger's lips u.d.'s all that and a bag of chips you can't get with this you might slip a disc better take it as a warning like i slit my wrists like heavy d. steady b. rappin' is my pedigree people looking dead at me rhymes roll readily i hold it down like a paper weight to make 'em happy like i baked a cake see, i can take a break and mold it to shape 'cause when i'm rippin' it my word is like an iceberg here's the tip of it a little message i came to get through so you're moved like a fetus in the fallopian tube i'm full-strength like a cyclops eye-drops i've got support like high-tops i keep the mic hot 'til you turn the lights off then i'm nocturnal like a nighthawk swoop down as i search for prey you better run and hide from the words i say i keep it tighter then corn-rows and i'ma stop rappin'' when the horn blows left behind you get left behind left behind you better hurry up and get left behind left behind you get left behind left behind you better hurry up and get left behind left behind