Epidemic - Bout That Time Lyrics

Lyrics Bout That Time - Epidemic



Little nigga I'm Ali at his best
I'm just as cocky and snobby as the rest
To box me shit is monotomy kid you slobby as a mess
To bet on sonny you probably have a debt
Tryin' to disguise and finalizing your lines
Like a polygraphic test
You gonna need the force
Illuminated I don't need a torch
And if I need a torch I scorch you till you're a bleeding corpse
Before I see the courts I smear prints
You won't see a source and peel out
Just like the gear shifts in a European Porsche
I'm fresh, I'm fresh as an umbilical cord
Before the physician snips and stitch it the minute it's born
Fresher than my Givenchy kicks out a signature
That will deliver straight to the crib
Before ships to the stores, I'm nice (What?)
And I ain't stopping till my stocks is long
And every jewel that I cop full of rocks and charms
I'm on my toes like my socks is on
If you ain't heard we on the road then your clocks is wrong
Cause it's about that time
I think it's time our team brings you up to speed
We giving these listeners just what they need
We do this shit one time
Hexagon, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My man, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
I think it's 'bout that time
So listen close, God and tell me what you hear
We're bringing that mad flava to your ear
We do this shit one time
Hex-One, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My dawg, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
Don't get checked, nigga Yo
We're bringing it back yo
The rappers that singing about slingin a crack blow, o
They liable for catchin' an imminent smack, yo
They seem to be only for living the sack dough
We deliver the last blow at your wack show
Yo, the shit that I spit got you thinkin of Castro
Your pitiful face get clowned
All you ridiculous spitters pretend
That you better than greats get down
I'm meticulous with ancient sound
Niggers with feminine trace get found
Ha, now be allow me to break it down
You follow my odyssey gotta be ready to take this crown
Cause I be the illest up in this repetitive business
I'm a veteran with this
You bringing that negative rhetoric
Figure you better inflict
Provide us intelligent witness
With metal as heavy as elephant imprints
The rebels that settle in ghettos developing instinct
A relevant distance from wackness you wanna get sick, bitch?
Then practice we map shit as vivid as an atlas
I'm trying to depict this with caskets
You're one on my hit list?
The facts is you ever get Chris pissed, it's blackness, motherfuckers
Hey, yo, it's 'bout that time
I think it's time our team brings you up to speed
We giving these listeners just what they need
We do this shit one time
Hexagon, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My man, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
I think it's 'bout that time
So listen close God and tell me what you hear
We're bringing that mad flava to your ear
We do this shit one time
Hex-One, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My dawg, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
Don't get checked, kid
I think it's time our team brings you up to speed
We giving these listeners just what they need
We do this shit one time
Hexagon, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My man, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
I think it's 'bout that time
So listen close God and tell me what you hear
We're bringing that mad flava to your ear
We do this shit one time
Hex-One, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My dog, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
Don't get checked, nigga



Writer(s): Christian Ortega, Edwin Canela


Epidemic - 4 Dimensions on a Paper
Album 4 Dimensions on a Paper
date of release
06-04-2016




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