Lyrics Time Is Tickin' - Ant Banks
Time
is
ticking
away;
time
is
ticking
away
Man,
there's
soldiers
dying
deep
in
their
graves
Time
is
ticking
away;
time
is
ticking
away
So
before
I
go
I
got
to
get
paid
No,
I'm
not
speaking
to
them
When
I
speak
to
each
and
every
individual;
Trapped
in
these
streets
visuals
where
the
police
be
despicable
And
get
to
know
your
plot
and
your
plan
Trying
to
find
rocks
in
your
hand
See
what
you
got,
and
look
in
All
up
in
your
pot
and
your
pan
But
I
only
got
one
chance
to
get
that
knot
in
my
hand
Fuck
a
bitch,
fuck
romancing,
it
ain't
no
stopping
us
man
On
a
rampage,
these
damn
days
got
me
stuck
like
bandages
How
can
a
man
raise
his
column
with
the
fuck
Uncle
Sam
page?
So
I
hustle,
tussle
with
the
local
knuckles
to
their
drawers
Rest
in
peace
Rappin'
Ron,
I
gots
to
buckle
for
my
thug
man
All
hands
clap
for
this
Westcoast
Rap
While
we're
smoking
on
these
sacks
keeping
Oakland
on
the
map
We
play
whores
to
the
best
max
And
players
strictly
saxing
prayers
When
they're
ticking
it,
the
plot,
yep,
we're
kicking
it
Such
a
thickening
displaying
in
my
mind
Til
I
dismay,
time
is
ticking
away
But
forever
and
a
day,
I'll
be
fine
Rhymes
that's
incline
to
reach
Debt
stretched
from
the
streets
to
beach
To
be
some
peace,
yet,
some
seak
The
cripple
way
I
show
them
triple
play
Hold
on
to
your
grip
before
it
slowly
slip
away
Prolong
your
trip;
so
they
can
gong
your
itch
Learning
right
from
wrong,
writing
songs
that's
on
hit
My
voice's
expandable,
yep,
it's
choice
words
from
my
mandible
No
cannibals,
enjoy
my
voice;
words
understandable
If
you,
have
a
chance
to,
think
you
could
dance
to
What
herb
got
no
nerve,
now,
you
shot
to
curb
Otis
blurts
on
manuals
that
filled
me
with
destruction
And
my
abduction
will
be
coming
up
on
nothing
Time
is
ticking
away
and
I
see
technology
surpassing
humanity
It
ain't
demanding
me
to
stop
for
all
my
piling
insanity
But
I
planned
to
be
a
rich
man,
with
diamond
wrist
bands
Designing
good
plans,
watching
my
rhyming
expand
To
a
higher
plateau,
so
I
can
admire
bad
whores
Gotta
let
them
tire
rascals,
cause
they
all
desire
cash-flow
But
No-No
I
ain't
exposed
to
for,
I'm
on
a
whole
another
page
Creeping
when
I
load
up
the
gauge
And
it's
deeper
than
the
whole
of
the
grave
So
partner,
throw
up
your
page,
wraps
As
I
make
the
whole
damn
stage
collapse
Strapped
with
major
gats
to
lay
suckers
and
haters
flat
I
spray
the
mack,
on
jacks
and
High-Space
scratch
of
packing
dice
At
night,
my
criminal
activity
is
to
track
the
bites
And
niggaz
wanna
get
rid
of
me
With
hopes
that
are
sending
me
to
after
life
Hoping
that
I
can
be
broken
but
I'm
from
Oakland
And
the
nine
acting
right,
take
heat
to
these
raps
I
write
I
flow
with
wisdom,
through
the
solar
system
Telling
all
y'all
soldiers
listen
Behind
the
scenes
to
a
revolution
I'm
steadily
shooting
lines
to
screen
From
the
head
that's
loosing
Thirty
degrees
and
the
other
seventy
day
don't
give
us
Living
unheavenly,
Murky
Jeans
is
what
work
with
But
see
a
shady
business
classify
us
some
threats
to
sound
So
if
you
better
start
from
bottom,
then
it's
best
to
stand
Illegal
riches
and
bitches
is
just
to
test
the
man
Shuffle
in
my
left
hand,
or
rebel
struggle
Lighting
brothers
up
Jessie
Tuggle
Fighting
to
juggle,
Huhh.
my
money
and
adversaries
I
need
to
switch
to
get
some
gadgets
from
the
library
Checking
maggots
and
faggots,
so
why
should
I
worry
They
trapped
under
bights,
now??
the
lightening
And
hot
as
frightening
And
be
strapped
in
the
night
when
the
time
heightening
Up
african
descents,
smack
dead
men
It's
just
a
formia
of
reality
They
don't
know
me
so
they
battle
me
East
Oakland,
Cali
G-the-Funk
straight
for
ballies
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1 Intro
2 Big Thangs
3 Coolin In the Luff
4 Can't Stop
5 West Riden'
6 Hard Knox
7 Gamblin' Wit Ice-T
8 4 tha Hustlas
9 Time Is Tickin'
10 Cutaluff
11 Hoo-Ride Ant Banks
12 Make Money
13 Playa Paraphernalia
14 Fien
15 You Want Me Back
16 Outro
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