Look Alive

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