Look Alive

Lyrics

Intro: Golden Boy Yeah, it's some old school shit, Specifics 02, buried and gone Verse 1: Golden Boy 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 Hook: Golden Boy 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 Verse 2: Golden Boy 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 Hook: Golden Boy 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 Verse 3: Golden Boy 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 Hook: Golden Boy 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