What Time Is It?

Lyrics

[Intro] What time is it? Time, time, time, time What time is it? What time is it? [Verse 1: Aceyalone] (What time is it?) It's time to rock And when the clock only got a few minutes to drop And when the A-Team pull up in the parkin' lot It get hot, don't act like you [?] forgot The crowd go wild when the wild style hit 'em The new style get 'em and the freestyle kill 'em Come outside to the cool night air And jump into the vehicle and spark right there From Austin to Athens, Anaheim to [?] A-Team always acquire the accolades Any day, all day, all-access Ace, one, Ab Rude, any address Out back, we out the map Run out of facts, no, I doubt that So count that in your book of pleasures And don't be afraid to look for the treasure [Chorus: Aceyalone and Abstract Rude] What time is it? A whole lot of MCs wanna rhyme like this It's time to rip It seems everybody wanna flip, can you believe it? From rhymin' and stealin' [?] feelin' in the groove For that [?] sound and I'm hoppin' around like kangaroos Thanks for the [?] [Verse 2: Abstract Rude] Time to light the spliff The good brother won't give you no line to sniff 'Cause I don't wanna reminisce over you I know you're too young to go, it's that simple Timbo choppy, kinfolk chill in my lobby, (is this your hobby?) No this my job Like a last second three pointer by Rob— —bert Horry, you know the story Hit the game winner or send it into overtime Make it rain, ice water in my veins Me and this flow of mine I'll point you out like a porcupine In a lineup of wack rhymers Your time's up, back behind us Project Blower [?] [Chorus: Aceyalone and Abstract Rude] What time is it? A whole lot of MCs wanna rhyme like this It's time to rip It seems everybody wanna flip, can you believe it? From rhymin' and stealin' [?] feelin' in the groove For that [?] sound and I'm hoppin' around like kangaroos Thanks for the [?] [Verse 3: Aceyalone] Ab and Ace, grab a taste I'll strangle the treble and stab the bass It's in your face, so move your waist Start runnin' in place like you're in a race [Verse 4: Abstract Rude] Break out the big guns, y'all don't want none We'll take out your sharp shot, y'all can't run Or fake out the pursuit I'ma serve you, son, with a rhyme like this What time is it? [Verse 5: Aceyalone] I'm a hip-hop lover, but I wear a rubber I love her like groupie love, Danny Glover Couldn't be no other than the good brother Word to the mother, don't stop or stutter Sounds so butter, it tastes so tight (Ace you alright?) Yeah I'm out of sight Under the clutter, your eyeballs flutter We some cold cutters when it's time to strike Metamorph into all you rap orphans And don't [?] on the porch and Just a portion of mass distortion Pimpin' this mic like my name was [?] Nose on the ground just like a bloodhound Trackin' 'em down with a shotgun behind me We hold crown, tell me what now And you know we come through when it's time for rhyming [Chorus: Aceyalone and Abstract Rude] What time is it? A whole lot of MCs wanna rhyme like this It's time to rip It seems everybody wanna flip, can you believe it? From rhymin' and stealin' [?] feelin' in the groove For that [?] sound and I'm hoppin' around like kangaroos Thanks for the [?] [Verse 6: Abstract Rude] Past times at Richmond High Lean on me for a big supply Of Cooli High, the principals The funny guy, the H.N.I.C Of the boys in the hood and the menaces to society Today's your South Central trainin' day Can you stay alive like me? But you play it street like feet You might get shot or caught in scandal But if you're S.M.A.R.T You might get by and survive Los Angeles Showtime my album will allow me an outcome that's bountiful I done so many shows I don't even know if I can count 'em all Now sound off [Chorus: Aceyalone and Abstract Rude] What time is it? A whole lot of MCs wanna rhyme like this It's time to rip It seems everybody wanna flip, can you believe it? From rhymin' and stealin' [?] feelin' in the groove For that [?] sound and I'm hoppin' around like kangaroos Thanks for the [?]