Our Time

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof] Niggas got the smells-ies, the smelt-isms {*chuckles*} Aiyyo, nigga I do shit you can't do nigga, just know that Aiyyo put me on blast from the top of this joint, I got you Dooooo what I do y'all (yes, yes, yes yes, yes yes, yes yes y'all) Goooood bless my tonnnnngue (yes, yes, yes yes y'all, sayin yes yes y'all!) It'sssss not too laaaaate (yo yes yes y'all, sayin yes yes y'all!) To bring it popping to my city (sayin yes yes y'all) {?}, I love my city (yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all!) [Verse 1: Proof] What does a mic and beat mean to me? It's more than just greenery It's not what I dreamed it be, it's average with thievery Easily I was sucked in by these labels that fucked me Over and over again tryin to hold to your publishing It's not what you think it is, imagine a stinking kid Fiending for a dream and snap, in a blink it is Before your eyes you, and all your guys did The toilet rise, who shit? Your wallet died You in love with this hip-hop, you don't where the shit stop But then the shit stop and you overflow when you get dropped It's back to the street again, search for the beat again Find the love and get a piece of paper, I need a pen This is the essence man, for me and my blessed friends Although we go separate ends, Proof got his second wind But hate what I become, feel the venom in my tongue But I can find myself by the rhythm of the drum [Chorus: Chino XL] + (Proof) (It's the beats) The beats (the rhymes) the rhymes (The mic) The mic (we shine) we shine (It's yours) It's yours (it's mine) it's mine It's our time, y'all niggas get back in line It's the beats (it's the beats) the rhymes (the rhymes) The mic (it's the mic) we shine (we shine) It's yours (it's yours) it's mine (it's mine) It's our time (it's our time, y'all niggas get back in line) what? [Break: Chino XL] Uhh, uh-uh-uh uhh, yeah, yo, yo Been in the game before the game was even a game Question, yo, yo [Verse 2: Chino XL] Is it okay if The Neptunes didn't produce me? (yes) Is it okay if I pour my heart out over loose-leaf? (yes) Is it okay wack rappers die and I don't loose sleep? Excuse me, but hip-hop these days, it don't enthuse me I been framed like Mona Lisa, crucified like Easter My dreams I still leave nun dead like Mother Theresa Trek to be Star, I show no emotion like Data The business is gay and it's homeless, got no closet to come out of Matter of fact it takes a real nigga like Proof to understand me (uh-huh) I can't dress crazy like OutKast to win a Grammy Even your family tries to play you 'til you get all rich The whole world is underhanded like a softball pitch A while back to define rap was ill verses on albums I spit it harder than hitchhiking with no thumbs (yeah) They're making hip-hop a joke when there's nothing to smile at I stay stoned like naked white women hoeing in Iraq Would you rather be a revered reverend thug angel in Heaven Or, famous in Hell, thinning yourself like David Chappelle to sell? Lower your inner self for wealth, I'm too stealth I refuse to blow on verses that smell like Prazwell Yo yo dawg, niggas is wack but that money put some kid through college Fuck 'em - my spit is vomit, their hit is garbage so many follow But they really shallow, I would not allow my daughters to even watch the channel Unless Alicia Keys or Teena Marie is rocking a piano This ain't Chingy, nigga, this is Chino And this flow Right Hurr be wetter than Finding Nemo Fame ain't what I thought it be like, it's like midnight In a desert full of rattlesnakes waiting for one to strike [Chorus: Chino XL] + (Proof) (It's the beats) The beats (the rhymes) the rhymes (The mic) The mic (we shine) we shine (It's yours) It's yours (it's mine) it's mine It's our time, y'all niggas get back in line It's the beats (it's the beats) the rhymes (the rhymes) The mic (it's the mic) we shine (we shine) It's yours (it's yours) it's mine (it's mine) It's our time (it's our time, y'all niggas get back in line) what?