Borrowed Time - Ryan Carter

Aaron turn my mic up!

Living off borrowed time, the clock tic faster

That will be the moment they slap this mad rapper

Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck with racist laughter

A gun fight, and they come to shoot this bomb blaster

Cassette tape rolls, nice to be old

Y2K I was 8 years old, I got goals, Lo and behold

That’s to be the realest ever like the greatest story told

Keep your money, gold, and glitter

For that half of my brothas will take me out the picture

The other half will swing with a bathroom fixture on me

A mixture between a Goonie and a cotton-picker

Mixed with fresh tears, played like truth or dare

When I grab the mic the people all scream «Let's get out of here»

That’s when it’s all about to happen, freeing all the slaves like I’m Lewis

Tappan

Am I still a good guy, rapping if nobody ain’t hear it?

And can I cleanse my soul without a spirit?

I wrote this song on my quads, radiating from the pen like nuclear fuel rods

Got more hits than a nail that hits boards, I foster rhymes like a childhood

state ward

My album so good they put grades on it, Hey You!

Listen to this song,

it’s got A’s on it!

It’s like the end of my teens, lot of disappointment and steady routines

Then my plans get vetoed, and I get big by big fat mosquitoes

Complex like Gordian, my first and last song that will feature an accordion

And you are now rocking with the best

And when I’m at the mic you don’t go next

I blow the speakers out and leave the crowd all perplexed

My cause and effects, don’t need subjects

And one day I’ll be extinct like an ancient T-Rex