Time's Up

Hey yo Snoop, times up

Time's up!

You lack the minerals and vitamins

Irons and the niacin

Fuck who that I offend

Rapper sit back, I'm about to begin

'Bout foul talk, you squawk

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 ya outta 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 connoisseur

Crackin' your head wit' a 4X4

Realize sucker, 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 feel I'm stoned, 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

(There time's limited)

(Hard rocks too)

Speakin' in tongues

About what you did

But you never done it

Admit it, 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 complex to vex

So why you pushin' it?

Why you lyin' for?

I know where you live

I know your folks

You was a sucka as a kid

Your persona is drama

That you acquired in high school

In acting class

Your whole aura is plexiglas

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 ma, 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, uh

I'd rather be broke and have

A whole lotta respect

It's the principle 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

(There time's limited)

(Hard rocks too)