Ol’ Time Killin’ (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Whappen? Wunna nuh wa'an listen Yuh nuh wa'an listen the bomb weh I drop on wunna bloodclot head Nuff sound tink dem can gwaan however dem wa'an gwaan Kardinal! (Yo!) Dem man deh nuh realize seh we a deal wid a technology We don't identify wid di whole a dem idiot soundbwoy already Yuh know, rudebwoy? Bare big man ting a gwaan pon dem streets weh a controlla Nuh fadda? (Eh eh) Mek we tek way a bwoy tings! Go tell di whole a dem idiot soundbwoy Tell dem fools fi move and gweh [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Ol' time killin', I'm feelin', I'm spillin' I'm pulling out heat on industry niggas earning a million With bullshit like Gilligan's Somebody go check Will and them And ask Uncle Phil to rep me while my shots get rid of dem Dis X y'all, I'm feel it all up in yo mega-lens Somebody go tell Missy I'm a hundred minute mission (Listen!) Hunched over the side, I'm a lyrical homicide Ride di gyal, feel a bone if I a pon tity pride (HEY!) Slew dem, Boo dem al dem fassy nah crew dem Yo, Kardinal and Busta come to crush the liccle fool dem (Who dem?!) The Circle Click and The Flipmode Squad Reppin' da' T-Dot and B.K. back to y'all (HEY!) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Now unna fi know seh unna fi stop the mumbo jumbo Before mi run and go call Columbo Fi lick out unna bumba-hole Nuff shot a fire, see how shit is very simple To leave you with holes and dimples Inside of your shit and cripple a nigga (DAMN, SON!) Yuh betta roll out I'll dismantle ya whole mout fi talking what you nuh know bout Hacksaw Jim Duggan, some of these niggas is frontin' Nuff' of these niggas is nothin' Always huffin' and puffin' I'll soon come and give you a cuffin' (AH-OOH!) Frontin' like you tough, and soft as a blueberry muffin (EASY, RUDE BWOY!) (FOOAH!) Because of circumstance I might have to go hurt ya, man It's such a shame the way we fuck up the party and done di dance [Chorus: Jully Black & Allistair, samples] It's a ol' time, ol' time killin' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The... The MC..." [KRS-One] Killa... "Murder she wrote..." [Chaka Demus & Pliers] "Murderer!" [Barrington Levy] "When time it come to my sound Which is de champion sound" [Major Mackerel] [Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall] Bun ya calm, give tanks and praise Put on ya' vest, protect ya' chest From dem hollow points stray We runnin' in da' streets And we wildin' on the mics (SAY WHAT!) The dress code is beats and white Nike's Nuff niggas shinin', but I'm beggin' you to look again The teams are so sold like Jordan playing for Washington Style is like Allen I. on the all-star team (It's too much for you!) Make you wanna wake out ya' dream And wipe the dribble off your sweatshirt Corny niggas get hurt, flirtin' with death Every time the mic sees my breath This ain't a killin', it's a favor that we doin' I'm taking 'em out of misery 'fore da' crowd start booing 'em [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Screwing and pursuin' Splitting 'em in 2 and 'em Niggas I have to remember 'fore I have to get all of my crew and 'em Wild street niggas from way back ah while I keep it hot Flexing with Bill Golayoot from B.K. to da' T-Dot [Chorus: Jully Black & Allistair, samples] It's a ol' time, ol' time killin' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The... The MC..." [KRS-One] Killa... "Murder she wrote..." [Chaka Demus & Pliers] "Murderer!" [Barrington Levy] "When time it come to my sound Which is de champion sound" [Major Mackerel] [Verse 4: Kardinal Offishall] Ah ha! Crown the king him Kardinal start to sing And make these weak cats pop the diamonds out they pinky ring And sell it off when I go off When the drummer start drummin' Smokin' rocks up in the corner talkin' bout' (Yo Bust, come in!) [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] It'll be last one of you amateurs that will mash up any challengers Fuck yuh bus stop, caw mi nah pick up any passengers Yo pure dutty nigga ting a gwaan Bus-A-Bus and Kardinal, yeah, we fill up a arsenal like Carnival, yo While we chillin' and fulfillin' niggas with listenin' pleasure Where's my drink, yo? Let's salute the ol' time killin' You actin' bitchy, man, my trigger finger itchy, man We don't engage in any social activity with chi-chi man 2 body bag and a cute casket Could put you and a whole a ya' fruit friend in 1 fruit basket (Chyo!) And when the dance done you know we complete You better bounce before we cock and put a shot inna ya bloodcleet [Chorus: Jully Black & Allistair, samples] It's a ol' time, ol' time killin' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The... The MC..." [KRS-One] Killa... "Murder she wrote..." [Chaka Demus & Pliers] "Murderer!" [Barrington Levy] "When time it come to my sound Which is de champion sound" [Major Mackerel] [Outro: Kardinal Offishall] Yeah... a nah we run wit it T-Dot! B.K... Kardinal and Busta Semi... yes! Firestarter Part 1 And M-ode, uh Raspberry, Circ... is Flipmode, heh Ya' na'mean... Can't F' wit us... Can't F' wit'out us, yeah Eh-Heh! See you late!