Take A Time

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Buckshot] 6:45 am, I'm waking up early with the birds, do a few pushups then By 8, I'm about to skate to the street Gotta make moves for moves that make me Then I do what I do Back by noon to make another hit, black by moon cuz By 1, I call my son and say, "Yo, son lets get these ones and play," no doubt By 2, I'm through, It's already late afternoon and I stayed after soon enough to see Nothing going down by 3, so I do the right thing like Spike Lee, I breeze out 5, about to get here What's that? Rush hour, no doubt, shit, yeah Gridlock bumper to bumper, back to back What you gonna do now? Relax [Chorus: Buckshot] Time keeps slipping away regardless But don't keep slipping away with all this Cus all this is gonna be gone someday And y'all gonna say Takе your time, feel the vibe, bе cool Take your time, feel the vibe, be cool Take your time, feel the vibe, be cool Take your time, feel the vibe... [Verse 2: Buckshot] It started out 6 am, now it's 6 pm I see my little nigga, in a sick BM I'm like, damn, son, when you get the bread for this shit? And you don't got a job, son, let me in this shit He like, yo, Buckshot, be cool And first of all, I don't sell drugs, I go to school But listen, it's going down right now Meet me at 7 o'clock, right across town Cool, I get the tool and fill it up Get the car and fill it up, right before I bill up A spliff, just for the ride, we get Just cause I'm high, kinda swerve That's all right, cause we about that dough and that's all night Like every other night, right when the store close I see the same beggar in the torn clothes I tell him— [Chorus: Buckshot] Time keeps slipping away regardless But don't keep slipping away with all this Cus all this is gonna be gone someday And y'all gonna say (hmm) Take your time, feel the vibe, be cool Take your time, feel the vibe, be cool Take your time, feel the vibe, be cool Take your time, feel the vibe... [Verse 3: Buckshot] It's 12 o'clock, I'm 'bout to turn in But I ain't get enough for burning So I roll up another one to the head As I inhale, exhale, and lay on my bed So high, all I see is the sky, that's how I'm feeling But in reality, it's my ceiling Oh my, when I see time slide by like Vaseline I grab a magazine and be the latest The way this world, this play, this thing we call life Not to be polite, but to be precise And get right to the point, see This is something you just can't join I mean, listen, life is not a gang or a clique or a crew Life is just a thing you do It goes around like a circle It might hurt you, but won't kill you If you feel me, I feel you See what I will do is show you how To make the best of your time with the rest of your time Take full advantage, put the junk in the yard like Fred Sanford and stay planted [Chorus: Buckshot] Time keeps slipping away regardless Don't keep slipping away with all this Cus all this is gonna be gone someday And y'all gonna say Time keeps slipping away regardless Don't keep slipping away with all this Cus all this is gonna be gone someday And y'all gonna say (goddamn) Time keeps slipping away regardless Don't keep slipping away with all this Cus all this is gonna be gone someday And y'all gonna say (where its at) Time keeps slipping away regardless Don't keep slipping away with all this Cus all this is gonna be gone someday And y'all gonna say (goddamn) [Outro: J-Live] Peace, peace, peace This is Justice Allah, J-Live, Triple Threat, Producer DJ MC Out here in Paris having a good ass time Doing it up with the Jazz Liberatorz, you know what I'm saying? It's been good, it's been good, man You know, it's like Jazzy Jeff said, man, it's cheating Be out here doing this for a living like this Just making my way through Europe Making good music My hip hop history was rooted in jazz Like jazz gave me a great appreciation for hip hop And vice versa, you know? Gotta say peace to my Uncle Ronnie Gotta say peace to South Bend, Indiana Even though Uncle Ronnie's out in Seattle That's sort of like, I don't know if it was his cassette or not But out in South Bend, in my grandpa's middle room With a cassette with my Walkman And I switched it up from Public Enemy Takes a Nation of Millions To Miles Davis Sketches of Spain, you know what I mean? And that was like my first experience with jazz Throwing Sketches of Spain in a Walkman and just vibing out So, uh, yeah, from there to Kind of Blue and the rest is history, you know? Peace