Songtexte Time's Up - O.C.
Ayo,
Storm,
time's
up
Time's
up
You
lack
the
minerals
and
vitamins,
irons
and
the
niacin
Fuck
who
that
I
offend,
rappers
sit
back,
I'm
about
to
begin
'Bout
foul
talk
you
sqwak,
never
even
walked
the
walk
More
or
less
destined
to
get
tested,
never
been
arrested
My
album
will
manifest
many
things
that
I
saw,
did
or
heard
about
Or
told
first
hand,
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
But
turned
bitch
and
knowing
damn
well
they
lack
In
this
division
the
connoisseur,
crackin'
your
head
with
a
four
by
four
Realize
sucker,
I
be
the
comin'
like
Noah
Always
sending
you
down,
perpetrating
facadin'
what
you
consider
A
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
Their
time's
limited,
hard
rocks
too
Their
time's
limited,
hard
rocks
too
Speaking
in
tongues
about
what
you
did,
but
you
never
done
it
Admit
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
gettin'
cocked,
and
wax
not
bein'
flipped
It's
the
same
old,
same
old,
just
strain
it
from
the
anal
The
contact,
is
not
complexed
or
vexed
So,
why
you
puhsin'
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
actin'
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
with
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
gotta
pay
rent,
so
money
connects,
but
uhh
I'd
rather
be
broke
and
have
a
whole
lot
of
respect
It's
the
principal
of
it,
I
get
a
rush
when
I
bust
Some
dope
lines
oral,
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'
The
traps
are
not
stickin',
rappers
stop
flippin'
For
those
who
pose
lyrical
but
really
ain't
true
I
feel
Their
time's
limited,
hard
rocks
too
Their
time's
limited,
hard
rocks
too
Their
time's
limited,
hard
rocks
too
Their
time

1 Creative Control
2 Word...Life
3 O-Zone
4 Born 2 Live
5 Time's Up
6 Point of Viewz
7 Constables
8 Ga Head
9 No Main Topic
10 Let It Slide
11 Ma Dukes
12 Story
13 Outtro
14 Born 2 Live (Remix)
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