Some peeps think we doin spoken word/some loud mouths makin hip hop look bad/toddler MCs still on lyrical diapers/makin it rain n we still got wipers/if u spoil for a fight u gon get a bite from this viper/since the time of birth your breath sucks/so your ma would give u breast milk n tic tacs/but u still kept howlin like wolves matin in packs/not being content with your miserable life/don't mean u come bug me with a 9-to-five/hey Mr tic tac toe/u too weak to b my foe/u beta collabo wit malayaa/n solicit 4 rhyme from flexx and mariah/u beta turn down ur mic bro/its kul that u stil mr tic tac toe/face me again n you'll b Mr tic tac ho/to your superior u beta bow down low/and b MIA lyk form 16A/your too old for ths dance/your lyk a condom, only used once/n now that you've spoilt your chance/in this game you've scored an F/youz a lost one/a prodigal son/so kneel down n pray for your sins/throw ur rhymes down da trash bins/look in da mirror man/look at the creative error you've become/youre like superman with a kryptonite vest/you've drawn a double C on your chest/and that prob means u a double casualty/of my retributive justice penalty/an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth/so don't step back into that studio booth/youve done your piece so rest in peace!
time up?? i advice to check ur time
better yet check ur rymes
like good wine i get better with time
in ma 20s and already am ahead of ma time
i might need some batteries like that clock
on ur wall then watch me tic then tac
i dont stop bro am on the addict
always on top of the game ask ma connect
u can give it up and u might gain ma respect
im flava flav on this shi.t and yo`ll them bit.che.s
fighting for ma attention some for ma erection
lets see who gets the clock and who gets the coc.k
next time u see it go tic ...then tac think about that.
Ive checked my time n its a quater to three/thanks to ur rhyme uve started World War 3/This is Vietnam and am laced with napalm/and bio weapons full of all kinds of disease/hand on the trigger ready to blow to a thousand degrees/if i die am taking the whole world with me/a f.ckn Kamikaze/force feeding you memories of Hiroshima and Nagasaki/bringing back the love sounds of clinton and Lewinski/Take u back to Russia before Putin/welcome to my time machine/leme take u back to post number 117/signed your own death warrant so it seems/ i'l feed on ur lines so much u wont afford a can of baked beans/ul hate me so much that ul pawn ur flava flav clock/ul get the Mexican gun and turn off the safety lock/but al be right here in this very spot/coz theas no way ur limp d.ck will reach my G spot/call for backup coz ur stuck in a phonebooth like colin farrel/and if ur gun dont kill u first then u gon get some from my double barrel/no more sand on the hourglass/and uve still not gotten ur backstage pass. . .BLAW!
heard the drum rolling
time for war i be arm sleeves rolling
we already won in vietnam
we`ll also take iraq i bet you a dime
my guns fully loaded and am ready to squeez
like a flu when i step in the room everybody sneez
ill bless yo`ll with the tips got enuff clips
at your service and you aint gotta say please
go head steal a few lines ill go ahead and steal a few lives
5billion already in the world we can do without one more sucker
head to the hills no go ahead and kneel ask 4 forgiveness 4 being a sucker
thought you were reall only to find out you just another mathafaka
crying for attention i call for your detention
tic tac is on the air check your local station
am on like the television bring it on
hope u brought your remote controll
as i sit back and enjoy the ride am on cruise controll.
tic tac is all about the tactics you diggggggg!!!!
Haha look what the dogs brought in/its tic tac again but this the last nail on ur coffin/this time u gon loose all ur teeth/all this time i bin f.ckn u with a sheath/but now its time for flesh on metal/uz a virgin n u gon lose all ur petals/to put an end to all this whinin/please say goodbye to ur hymen/yea ama do this b.tch when he under code red/leave u screamin YES lyk a newly wed/afta am done the graves gon be ur bed/aha uz a eunuch with a voice lyk pavarotti/afta i had ur balls for lunch along with spaghetti/stop singin coz am havin thots of using this machete/on ur hose pipe that doubles as an ass wipe (hehehehehe waaa OK)/better raise the white flag at least for ur mum/coz my troops hav u under siege lyk the bush of sadaam/ready to spray u out before u can say aleikum salaam/i hear u spreadn sh.t that u won in vietnam/but who cares dog/whether ur new name be viet kong or king kong/to me ur still an ape needin protection from my alter ego/wear ur bullet proof vest n call wells fargo/if u dont wana get a taste of my hollow tips/count ur blessings boy/coz i know u just a decoy/tell ur boss that am the new mayor/the key to the city plus am f.ckn buffy the vampire slayer/av got more blue chips than the company u started/to pirate my stuff for repackage/Am Rocky n u Mr T/thats why nobody can buy ur lines even if they were free/R. . ./I. . ./P. . .hehehehe ur gone maze. . .goooone!
tactics is the game tic tac is the name
i spit 16 like no other the flow`s so insane
ill be slow on you bro dont stress
no homo but your nuts i will-press
got some nutt cracker am all over the press
heard they call yu wanker ill toss you all over the fence
many have come and gone
am still here ma shi.t fresh like a new born
say hi to them when you get there
preach the gospel that am still here
thier best shots were ma ryme dust
told u ill be slow i wount even ryme fast
u got reason to be tense cause your soon to be past.
Instead of choosing to die lyk a soldier with honour/u want me to rip u up n leave u rotting in the corner/maybe ur just a common theif/al bring an end to all this senseless mischeif/u know, put an end to all ur misery/and a liftime of endless bigotry/uz a serious clown and for that ama put u down/u heard that am a wanker?/thats coz your ears lisp n ur tongue is deaf/so corrupted that for u no help, most def/am the all terrain number one tanker/be it in the rain or in sri lanka/al blow u back to 1960/so u can jig along to Elvis Presly/coz hip hop is one hot plate/not the kind of sh.t to go with on a blind date/so if ur shoes are off and u got no shades on/for ur own good just stick to d.ck transplants in Saigon/n leave it for the big boys to take hip sh.t head on/we cant wait for u to get over ur self pity/or for ur gal to get at least one firm titty/you so far behind i cant see u on my rearview/if u need extra lines mine are pay-per-view/so my advice to u is to start life anew/an all new season two/as a janitor wipin da floor/or as my chauffer,please open the door/coz i are wot i say i are/yea am a superstar/and i got no fear that the crowds wont cheer/course al send Santa down with his reindeer/to drop you one or two of them cold beers/coz i still respect those who were not my peers/this should be ur last thread/now stick to unleavend bread/ur delilah fi shave off ur junior dreads/and by now u cant feel yourself anymore/thats coz ur dead n u dont even know. . .