Time`s Up lyrics

Artist  : O.c. 
Song : Time`s Up



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  You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the
niacin
f**k who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout
to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the
walk
More 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 bit*h and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the conniseur, crackin your head
with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin 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' -> Slick
Rick
	(from the song _Hey Young World_)

Speakin 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 com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin it?  Why you lyin for?  I know
where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high
school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
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' -> Slick
Rick
	(from the song _Hey Young World_)