Left Behind

Left Behind -Ugly Duckling

You better hurry up or get left behind

Like your harry derriere 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 four course meal you're a lunchable

This beat will self-destruct

In five four

Diz hold up

Going off like a cuckoo clock

I was kicking with the beat till my shoe flew off

As I rock with better timing than a metronome

To set the tone looking for respect alone

On the throne putting 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 Spike Lee

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 doing 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 something new

You're slipping 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 beating hearts

Teeth extremely sharp coming at your meaty parts

Making 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 till 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 rapping is my pedigree

People looking dead at me rhymes roll readily

I hold it down like a paperweight

To make them happy like I baked a cake

See I can take a break and mold it to shape

Cause when I'm ripping

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 eye drops

I got support like high tops

I keep the mic hot till 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'm a stop rapping 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

Left behind