Take Your Time

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gianni Dolo (AKA MC Scott)] In search for directions, my thoughts reflecting On who watches those cops ain't protecting Globe full of government probe, mind-dissecting AIDS infecting freaks, streets infested Worldwide, home is where my head last rested A traveling man, I've seen it all, no question Peep the situation first, then give my assessment A lesson well-learned worth more than stock investments Rock testaments backed up by instruments Intended for city kids in twelve-story tenements Stay forever bent, weed smoke is the evidence Without it, aggression levels on a low tolerance Hoes swallowing my semen, dream they're pregnant Little cats who fiend for televised segments Gianni's a legend, so seize the half-stepping I represent the god you pray to like a reverend [Chorus] Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back to life, back to reality Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back to life, back to reality Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back [Verse 2: Rasul Allah] Talk the talk, raised in the most ancient of arts Separate place to assort, serenades in the yard "Pleso Resort is amazing" I thought Many ways we've been taught in the caves of New York DJs in the parks, uh huh Crossfades with the smarts, portrays of the art. At times My mind just parades with the sharks Investigating reports, bullets spraying in the dark Grenades that embark, rainy days on the court when slaves Like us fought for the stage of the sport Empty the agony that weighs in my heart Before my soul lays in the shades of the chalk Blaze, rip apart fake flaves that you bark (Uh huh) Praise your lord and the names that you bought Words display, ricochets in my thoughts We've been blazed from the start (Bitch), uh huh [Chorus: Prodigy] Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back to life, back to reality Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back to life, back to reality Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back [Verse 3: Gianni Dolo (AKA MC Scott)] Yo, tell me this: How you gonna listen when you always talking? Walking a different walk than the one that you barking This land's scorched, and some men land in a coffin For their dough and the clothes they be sporting Pass the Gordon's, get wet like it's pouring Amazing, Blazing like scores in Portland As Gordon Scott, got whores in Boston Forcing me to go long like I'm Johnnie Morton [Verse 4: Rasul Allah] Yeah, yeah Explosives in tune with mysterious forces The Olympic mind games, who's carrying torches? I'm in a cell for ulterior motives But focused, reciting my theories to roaches Eyes fantasize through the weary emotions Hearing whispers of Moses, metamorphoses I wrote this, and librarians noticed Even motherfucking cyclopedias quote this [Chorus: Prodigy] Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back to life, back to reality Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back to life, back to reality Take your time, don't rush the clock Bring it back [Outro] Big D, take your time (Check it) Providence, take your time Chosen Few, take your time Dungeon Masters, take your time Star I, take your time My man Saiku, take your time Afrob, take your time My boy Curse, take your time Trifling, take your time KMC, take your time Matt Stevens, take your time Specialist, take your time (You know who else, yo) Phantom Black, take your time Sleepwalker, take your time (Yeah) Metaphysics, take your time (Come on) Willy the Greek, take your time KKS, take your time [?] take your time My momma, take your time