Song | Left Behind |
Artist | Ugly Duckling |
Album | Bang For The Buck |
You better hurry up or get left behind | |
Like your harry derrière where the sun don't shine | |
Tom Slick on the track but the streets are mine | |
And thanks to Einstein I got beats to rhyme | |
Designed like a porcupine, untouchable | |
I'm a full course meal, you're a Lunchable | |
This beat will self-destruct | |
in five, four - Diz, hold up~! | |
Goin off like a cuckoo clock | |
I was giggin with the beat 'til my shoe flew off | |
As I rock with better timin than a metronome | |
To set the tone, lookin for respect alone | |
On the throne puttin in work like Solomon Burke | |
To take over the world like an Ottoman Turk | |
Butterball's unlikely to rock shows nightly | |
To wild but excite then I'm mild like Sprite be | |
I run through your city like a bullet train | |
And blow the roof off like a hurricane | |
I'm sick so sick I got my own disease | |
The doc said I had a case of flow with ease | |
In a hundred degrees, I blow my nose and sneeze | |
I'm so cold they call me cool breeze | |
You're doin downhill like an avalanche | |
And you're full of more bull than a cattle ranch | |
Yup, you the cat who said that we were through | |
Too old school, need to do somethin new | |
You're slippin like I threw out a banana peel | |
on the ground or you can kneel to the man of steel | |
As I speed through the sky with the bird's eye view | |
And you must be high like a nerd's IQ | |
Do yo 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 | |
Hit with the fans, me and Diz Mark man | |
To split command, cause panic like a shark's fine | |
When the beat starts, stop beatin hearts | |
Teeth extremely sharp, comin at your meaty parts | |
Makin a mess out of discotheques | |
The crowd crazed like I got Gizmo wet | |
I dibbled and dabbled on roads less traveled | |
I kicked up dust and kicked up gravel | |
No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn as well as Seattle | |
Young Einstein with the funky piano | |
And I'm on the mic like Mick Jagger's lips | |
U.D.'s all that and a bag of chips | |
You can't get with this like 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 lookin dead at me, rhymes roll readily | |
I hold it down like a paperweight | |
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 | |
and my word is like an iceberg, here's the tip of it | |
A little message, I hope we get through | |
So you move like a fetus in the fallopian tube | |
I'm full strength like a cyclops eyedrops | |
I got support like high tops | |
I keep the mic hot 'til you turn the lights off | |
Then I'm nocturnal like a nighthawk (CAW~!) | |
Swoop down when I search for prety | |
You better run and hide from the words I say | |
I keep it tighter than cornrows | |
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 |
You better hurry up or get left behind | |
Like your harry derriè re where the sun don' t shine | |
Tom Slick on the track but the streets are mine | |
And thanks to Einstein I got beats to rhyme | |
Designed like a porcupine, untouchable | |
I' m a full course meal, you' re a Lunchable | |
This beat will selfdestruct | |
in five, four Diz, hold up! | |
Goin off like a cuckoo clock | |
I was giggin with the beat ' til my shoe flew off | |
As I rock with better timin than a metronome | |
To set the tone, lookin for respect alone | |
On the throne puttin in work like Solomon Burke | |
To take over the world like an Ottoman Turk | |
Butterball' s unlikely to rock shows nightly | |
To wild but excite then I' m mild like Sprite be | |
I run through your city like a bullet train | |
And blow the roof off like a hurricane | |
I' m sick so sick I got my own disease | |
The doc said I had a case of flow with ease | |
In a hundred degrees, I blow my nose and sneeze | |
I' m so cold they call me cool breeze | |
You' re doin downhill like an avalanche | |
And you' re full of more bull than a cattle ranch | |
Yup, you the cat who said that we were through | |
Too old school, need to do somethin new | |
You' re slippin like I threw out a banana peel | |
on the ground or you can kneel to the man of steel | |
As I speed through the sky with the bird' s eye view | |
And you must be high like a nerd' s IQ | |
Do yo 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 | |
Hit with the fans, me and Diz Mark man | |
To split command, cause panic like a shark' s fine | |
When the beat starts, stop beatin hearts | |
Teeth extremely sharp, comin at your meaty parts | |
Makin a mess out of discotheques | |
The crowd crazed like I got Gizmo wet | |
I dibbled and dabbled on roads less traveled | |
I kicked up dust and kicked up gravel | |
No Sleep ' Til Brooklyn as well as Seattle | |
Young Einstein with the funky piano | |
And I' m on the mic like Mick Jagger' s lips | |
U. D.' s all that and a bag of chips | |
You can' t get with this like 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 lookin dead at me, rhymes roll readily | |
I hold it down like a paperweight | |
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 | |
and my word is like an iceberg, here' s the tip of it | |
A little message, I hope we get through | |
So you move like a fetus in the fallopian tube | |
I' m full strength like a cyclops eyedrops | |
I got support like high tops | |
I keep the mic hot ' til you turn the lights off | |
Then I' m nocturnal like a nighthawk CAW! | |
Swoop down when I search for prety | |
You better run and hide from the words I say | |
I keep it tighter than cornrows | |
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 |