ONE.BE.LO - What Time Is It lyrics

rate me

[One.Be.Lo]

Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?)

Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle

Harley Davidson -- every time I grab the mic I got you savorin the moment

Tell opponents that I play to win

Don't try to test me son, leave you headless with the tounge

+Restless+ like the +Young+, knowin that the best has yet to come

That's how the West was won

My content, house you like a convent, competition must be nun/none

I just begun, get in line and take a number

Stay off the dick racin, sometimes the boy wonder

Most of you MC's don't know +Jack+ about +Lumber+

My rap chomp contenders, like axe I yell "timber"

I'm fat like the wife and like Jack Sprat you slender

There's no comparison, you got beef it's probably tender

You still wanna battle me? What for?

I rock heads like Mt. Rushmore; four/for dead presidents

It's evident I got it made

If you a slave to the rhythm you givin, I free-style like Honest Abe

For every promise made I fulfill with the skill

No matter what the doctor prescribe I stay ill...

I can barely hear the track but I'ma do it anyway

You put me on the stage with wack MC's, oh shit

That's like puttin piranhas in the same tank with goldfish

Hypnosis, keep the alphabet under my +spell+

Sometimes I wonder myself

Lyrically can anybody test me?

Exorcist, please help me, find what possesses me

I speak demonic ebonics into electronic devices

Leavin my opposition lifeless

My crew terrorize your whole town

Stay inside, lock your doors, don't be stupid like Nicole Brown

Word is bond y'all

I got more +Juice+ than Orenthal

So just acquitted/quit it

I'm takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did it

When I'm on trial

Guilty as sin; my murderous flow, remains a free-style

The only way I'm goin to the pen, is when

I slaughter, with alphabetical disorder

B-A-D MC, hit you with spellbound

Bust that wicked ass, greyhound, hell bound

One way ticket, ain't no comin back here

I drop bombs 365 black year

Jap' style on ya, Pearl Harbor rap style

Anti-socialist, I play the background

Spotlight operator, aim at Yac town

If you don't know the time, then it's time to act now