Time’s Up (Buckwild Original)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin Fuck who did 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 knowing damn well they lack in this division The connoisseur cracking your head with a 4-by-4 Realize, sucker, I'll be the coming like Noah Always simmer you down, perpetrating 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 [Chorus: Sample with Scratches by Roc Raida] "Their time's limited, hardrocks' too" "Their time's limited, hardrocks' too" "Their time's limited, hardrocks' too" - Sample from Slick Rick - "Hey Young World" [Verse 2] Speaking 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 fantasized I'm fed up with the bull on this focus of weed and clips And Glocks getting cocked, and wax not being flipped It's the same old, same old just straining from the anal The content is not complexed or vexed So why you pushing it? Why you lying 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 Plexiglas What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park that's a lie You was in church with your moms See, I know y'all slow your roll, give a "good to go" Guys be lacking in this thing called "rapping 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 putting braincells 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 riffing To traps I'm not sticking, rappers stop flipping For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true, I feel [Chorus: Sample with Scratches by Roc Raida] "Their time's limited, hardrocks' too" "Their time's limited, hardrocks' too" "Their time's limited, hardrocks' too" - Sample from Slick Rick - "Hey Young World"