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[Hook]
Time's up! Been walkin' the line; the lines up!
Wise up! We finally find the right stuff!
Climb up! We makin' the moves to rise up!
I clutch mics up! Why rush? Time's up!
Time's up! Been walkin' the line; the lines up!
Wise up! We finally find the right stuff!
Climb up! We makin' the moves to rise up!
I clutch mics up! Why rush? Time's up!
[Verse 1]
Yo, these rappers spittin' bullcrap... can't get with it--pull
back!
Half the skills these fools lack is underneath my ballcap.
So fall back, you all can fall flat.
Toss tracks at A&Rs but they never call back...
All that don't concern me. Certain to be
Turn of the week when I permanently burn an emcee.
Turn up the heat, it ain't workin while you squirm in your
seat.
Ain't gotta beef. I'ma be the last person to speak!
I ain't tryin' to offend--I just heard better
Lyrical verb catcher, verbal word stretcher.
Up North cats laughed when the heard the word
"Tampa".
We need interpreters to discern your slurred banter.
So firmly turn back where you're from after we're done;
I take a deep breath and spit from the back of my lungs.
Rappers get hung 'til the they stretched like elastic and gum
Then I place 'em back where I extracted 'em from.
[Break]
[Hook]
Time's up! Been walkin' the line; the lines up!
Wise up! We finally find the right stuff!
Climb up! We makin' the moves to rise up!
I clutch mics up! Why rush? Time's up!
[Verse 2]
Skill is in the eye of the receiver, mind of the believer,
Dudes can't see through 'cause they blinded by the neat stuff.
I'm not concerned with the size of someone's speakers
Or that little logo on the side of one of your sneakers.
I'm not infatuated with the rocks and chains;
I'm lucky if this cat in front of me drops some change.
These cats soundin' like they got some rocks for brains
So I could really care less what you brought to the game
...and by the way, Hiphop's not a game; it's a lifestyle
Reflected in every single word that I write down...
Every moment of my life until right now...
If you ain't Hiphop on the mic then put the mic down!
Dudes soundin' like clowns, now, when it counts;
Don't join 'em, beat 'em--I'm drownin it out
Who 'bout it now? Dudes bowin' down and I'm shoutin' it out!
If you don't up your ante then we countin' you out!
[Hook]
Time's up! Been walkin' the line; the lines up!
Wise up! We finally find the right stuff!
Climb up! We makin' the moves to rise up!
I clutch mics up! Why rush? Time's up!
Time's up! Been walkin' the line; the lines up!
Wise up! We finally find the right stuff!
Climb up! We makin' the moves to rise up!
I clutch mics up! Why rush? Time's up!
[Verse 3]
Rappers unintentionally destroyin' kids lives
Spittin' poison on the mic and they boys is enjoyin' it, right?
Knowin' what's right but still make the wrong choices;
Sounds like negativity makes for strong voices.
On point with the poignant rhymes that's perverted.
Hiphop representatives--it's time for a verdict!
The survey says "You're whack, son!"
These rappers tryin' to test but couldn't pass one.
Let's settle, the blessed rebel has just wet you.
Let's get more knowledge and less ghetto.
Legs shackled, heads is hung and left baffled.
Stress has you; only way out... you best have loot.
There's no reason not to stand for what you believe in
But cats is too worried about how the next dude sees 'em
I sprinkle spices on the mic with some seasonin'.
Hiphop isn't dead yet until I leave with it!
[Hook]
Time's up! Been walkin' the line; the lines up!
Wise up! We finally find the right stuff!
Climb up! We makin' the moves to rise up!
I clutch mics up! Why rush? Time's up!
Time's up! Been walkin' the line; the lines up!
Wise up! We finally find the right stuff!
Climb up! We makin' the moves to rise up!
I clutch mics up! Why rush? Time's up!
©
legal alias of J.Did the Kid
2006
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