they have to wait or keep up and match the pace. Tabulate the average rate that cats get played in rap today like racking paint get stashed away and fast to blame the past on fate - either that or dad's mistakes so act your age. Try and digest - no hurry if the shit gave y'all headaches like McFlurries. I'm hot off the top - old Russian hat's stilly furry - recognize - like Ghost-bustin' ass Bill Murray: I've earned my stripes from burning mics while others were concerned with ice - I learned to write. O.C. told 'em 'Time's Up' - word to life, and as the day turns to night I'm perma-hype. Track Name: Recreation It's that kid that loves animals spittin' those flammables, driving moms crazy like fine young cannibals. Don't get upset 'cause my flow's so natural. You mad 'cause I'm stylin' on you all casual. These other cats are kinda jealous (must be those raps). They so humbling and bust egos fast. Is it 'cause I got by and didn't need no gat? Or 'cause I roll with nine dimes like Tuxedo Mask. Either way, who's hurtin' kids? Who's earning chips with a verbal gift and who's working shifts? Who cruises on crews leaving blue-purple lips and disperses verses so superfluous? (Get 'em Socks.) No doubt, you know we got skills, while these midgets ain't equipped to rep the Lollipop Guild. Nah - I'ma save that for the flight 'cause after tonight a lot