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Artist: O.C.

Album: Word...Life

Song: Time's Up

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

 

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin

Fuck 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 bitch 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_)

[GZA]

On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice

Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice

At 16, uncut, direct from the cult

Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt

In a vote, it spoke aboat the average loss commission

That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision

Like a plane crash from a bomb blast

Special broadcast, slot time with con cash

It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form

While satanic man, now hang in his dorm

I swing, on you fake, radio personalities

Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties

Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play

Instantly, slap ya fire like it's Palm Sunday

I fashion the first tool, from the elements

The earth use, and built it to a complex

Network, of communications, you're up against a hopeless, situation

I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation

Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror

Increase the force significantly, change the error

Check my wind pattern, it's headin west

Success is freedom, failure could mean death

Humans sweat, aim shovels

Dig up the debris and rubbel

Permanent, damage caused by the double-

U, Now who, cowardly urge you to merge through

And think the workers'll serve you

Signin marvel, who just dropped the next novel

Worldwide, practically marred in marble

His accountless, amount of MC's I saved

And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave

 

[Chorus: RES sample]

Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?

It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky

Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind

The left is so our we're breathin, keep ourself from givin in

 

[Killah Priest]

Love and hatred, home is most sacred

Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis

Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with

Guns we played with, niggas I relate with

We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the Feds

Sent out secretly to take my head

I lay back and meditate to the words they said

Skipped town for a month and grew some dreads

Had a friend tell my family I was dead

Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves

Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me

Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me

Like Solomon, spoke bluntly

Told the word I'm black and calmly

Howls from the grave haunt me

The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi

Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings

Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine

Slept in caves to get a clear mind

Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise

I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds

Been in the mouth of many leopards

Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress

Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures

True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions

Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted

Candles lit, gamble with a bitch

Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws

Bees with sweet honey in they mouth

Have bitter stingers at they tail

Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell

Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world

 

[Chorus]

 

[Outro: RES sample]

Scratch underneath the surface

A Magyar Honvédség alakulatainak és technikai eszközeinek bemutatója

Nemzeti Vágta

Városliget, Budapest

2018.09.16

 

PMP pontoon bridge

Display of the units and technical assets/weaponry of the Hungarian Defence Forces

National Gallop

Budapest, Hungary

16.09.2018

 

This is my edited version of geetarooman's photo.

Therefore, please do not ask for this image to be in your group.

I did this for the Process my photo (not better, just different)

 

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