Time of the Season / Rhyme Or Reason (Mixed)

Lyrics

[Intro] Scram Jones [Verse 1: Colin Blunstone] It's the time of the season When the love runs high In this time, give it to me easy And let me try with pleasured hands [Chorus: The Zombies & Colin Blunstone] To take you in the sun to (Promised lands) To show you every one It's the time of the season for loving [Segue: Eminem & Colin Blunstone] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah yeah What's your name? Marshall Who's your daddy-your daddy? I don't have one [Verse 2: Eminem] My mother reproduced like the komodo dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle, thеn crashed in The side of loco-motivе with rap, I'm Loco, it's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum 'Bout to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap, "In a spasm Your music usually has 'em But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan" A Jedi in training, colossal brain and Thoughts are entertainin' But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on Oh, it's on the ram-page Couldn't see what I wrote, I write small It says, "Ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with whitewalls Had a fire in my heart And a dire desire to aspire to Die Hard." So as long as I'm on the clock, punching this time card Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch [Chorus: Eminem] Now sometimes when I'm sleepin' She comes to me in my dreams Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?) Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand to promised land And threaten everyone (Haha) 'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing [Outro: Busta Rhymes] So with that being said, I'm done talking to you motherfuckers Scram Jones, let's get to it