Time’s Up

Lyrics

[Intro: O.C.] A-yo, Storm, time's up Time's up [Verse 1] You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin Fuck who that I offend, rappers, sit back, I'm 'bout to begin 'Bout foul talk you squawk, never even walked the walk More less destined to get tested, never been arrested My album will manifest many things that I saw, did or heard about All told firsthand, never word of mouth What's in the future for the fusion in the changer? Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder? When the missile is aimed to blow you out of the frame Some will keep their limbs and some will be maimed The same suckers with the gab about killer instincts Will turn bitch and knowin' damn well they lack in this division The connoisseur crackin' your head with a four-by-four Realize, sucker, I'll be the comin' like Noah Always simmer you down Perpetratin' façade and what you consider an image To me, this is just a scrimmage I'm feel I'm stone, not 'cause I bop or wear my cap cocked The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true, I feel (Their time's limited, hard rocks too) [Hook: Slick Rick sample scratched] "Their time's limited, hard rocks too" [Verse 2] Speakin' in tongues about what you did, but you never done it Admit it, you bit it 'cause the next man gained platinum behind it I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed Most write about stuff they fantasize I'm fed up with the bull on this focus of weed and clips And Glock's gettin' cocked, and wax not bein' flipped It's the same old same old, just strainin' from the anal The content is not complexed or vexed So why you pushin' it? Why you lyin' for? I know where you live I know your folks, you was a sucker as a kid Your persona's drama that you acquired in high school in acting class Your whole aura is Plexiglass What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park That's a lie, you was in church wit' your moms See, I know, yo, slow your roll, give a "good to go" Guys be lackin' in this thing called 'rappin' just for dough' Of course, we got to pay rent, so money connects, but uh I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect It's the principle of it, I get a rush when I bust some dope lines I wrote That maybe somebody'll quote That's what I consider real in this field of music Instead of puttin' brain cells to work, they abuse it Non-conceptual, non-exceptional Everybody's either crime-related or sexual I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin' To traps I'm not stickin', rappers stop flippin' For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true, I feel (Their time's limited, hard rocks too) [Hook: Slick Rick sample scratched] "Their time's limited, hard rocks too"